A/N: Before I said I wasn't going to post any multi-chapter fics until I finished my other one, but I had long week and couldn't finish any one shots. The little bit of time I managed to fit in some writing I worked on my sequel to "Acting Out" and on one of my original stories. And so, since I have a compulsion to post weekly, I decided to start posting a longer fic. I hope you enjoy it. Happy reading.
Forget Me Not
Chapter 1: Damsel and the Distressed
Being a prefect had its upsides, we had special privileges, no one questioned us when we were out after hours in the castle (they just assumed we were patrolling), we had our own common room, there were other things too, but my favorite was the prefect's bathroom on the fifth floor. As I was making my way down there a little past midnight to soak in the large tub, I stumbled upon the oddest thing. Slumped in the fifth floor corridor against the wall in a small alcove was a shirtless, shoeless, messy haired Draco Malfoy.
Curiosity got the better of me and I had to know what was up with him and why he was there in the middle of the night. I slowly walked up beside him in the alcove, blocking the light from the hallway. He looked up probably to see what caused the shadow over him. I felt my eyes widen when he looked up at me; Draco was staring up at me looking like a lost child, scared and alone and hoping his mother would find him soon. I tried to find my voice which seemed to have left me for a moment.
"Malfoy, are you all right?" I finally managed.
He cheered up a bit, "You know who I am?" My features contorted to a disconcerted expression.
"What? Of course I know who you are. Wh-?" While I was talking he stood up and grabbed me by my arms; he cut me off with a request of his own.
"Can you help me then?"
"Help… help you?" I asked slowly. "Help you with what…?"
"I can't remember anything. You- you know my name. What is it? Where am I? Why am I here-?" I cupped his mouth, stopping his bombardment of questions.
"Calm down…" he nodded. I lowered my hand. "Okay, your name is Draco Malfoy," he nodded. "You're at school. This is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," he nodded again and held up his wand, seeming to now understand why he possessed the object. "You're a sixth year here… I think you're… sixteen years old. You may be seventeen, I don't really know for sure," he nodded once more. "And your house is Slytherin," he looked confused but nodded just the same. I remained silent for a moment, trying to think what else could be important for him to know. Nothing came to mind, so I waited to see if he had questions.
Malfoy also remained silent; I could tell he was taking time to process the information I had just given him. He looked me in the eye and I thought he formulated another question about himself. "Who are you?" he seemed very interested.
"Uhhh… I'm Hermione Granger…" I realized then that I never actually introduced myself to him; during the sorting ceremony, our names were called out and we learned each other's name that way. Most people I had forgotten at first, but his stuck since his negative attitude had an impact on me and my two best friends. "I'm from house Gryffindor…" I didn't really know what else to say to him.
"Hermione…" he tested my name. To me, it sounded so weird coming from the blonde haired boy who constantly tormented me throughout my years at Hogwarts. I was beginning to reconsider aiding him until he opened his mouth to speak again, "You are very kind to help me. Thank you." He smiled sincerely. My previous reservations disappeared; I smiled up at him.
"I still have to figure out how…" I stated; already my mind was going over possible courses of action. "But maybe we should take you to Madam Pomfrey or Dumbledore… or even Snape. He may have some sort of potion and he'll be able to take care of you."
He frowned, "Why can't you… look after me? I don't know anyone else… and I trust you," he said the last part slowly as he looked deep into my eyes, and for some reason I couldn't take my eyes off of his beautiful grey ones.
"You can trust them, though. And they'll know how to help you. They're all staff here and are much more capable than I-"
"I want you to help me. A-at least stay with me," he pleaded. I sighed and then nodded. Was this the best thing to do? I had no idea, but I was doing it. Before I turned to leave the space, I absently grabbed his hand and pulled him behind me. I guess I would have to soak in the prefect's bathroom another time.
Before we got to the Gryffindor tower, I placed a Disillusionment charm on Draco. There weren't many students left since it was winter break, but there were still enough around that would know I was sneaking a Slytherin into my room, and that Slytherin happened to be Draco Malfoy which would really be disastrous if known.
I was thankful my roommates weren't around. I pushed him into my room and then locked the door behind us. I looked at the blonde who was standing in the middle of the room taking in his surroundings. I walked over to my side of the room and began picking up books. I carried them to my bed and spread them out over it. I began searching through them. Meanwhile, he was sitting on the edge of my bed. At first he was just watching me work, and then he began to look through some of the books himself. Occasionally asking if something he found was useful.
About an hour passed and I was beginning to feel very tired. "You should get some sleep," he told me. I looked up at him and smiled.
"I'm all right," I tried to persuade him.
He shook his head, "This can wait a few hours while you sleep. It's late. You need to rest." Draco got up off of the bed and started piling the books up on the floor. He took the last one from my hands and placed it open on top of the others. "Lay down," he ordered. I found no point in arguing, so I did as I was told. Before I drifted to sleep, I felt his arm wrapped around my waist and his face nuzzled into my neck. I tried not to seem too tense, but this was very odd. If anyone would have told me last week that Draco Malfoy would be holding me in my bed, I would have checked him into St. Mungo's myself. Yet somehow here I lay with an amnesiac Draco Malfoy.
I wonder what I'm going to do.
A/N: Thanks for reading. Hope you liked it. Let me know if I should keep posting this. I only have to work on the ending, so I have plenty more to post. Leave a review with your thoughts. And sorry for the lack of lemons. If you read my other stories, you know they're coming.
