This is my first Draco/Hermione fanfic so please be nice. I have only written short Harry/Hermione fanfics, but came to realize that D/H are meant for each other. I have been reading D/H fanfics for over two months now and have decided that it is time for me to begin to write my own.
Also this is not your normal Draco goes soft he gets with Hermione and his father gets angry… they beat his father and live happily ever after. I want to get far from that situation, but still have an original Draco/Hermione fanfic.
Is has taken me a very long time to come up with the plot… since Card Captor Sakura fanfics are my specialty I had a hard time coming up with a good plot… I hope you all liked what I chose.
Only A Memory
By MoshiMoshiQueen
~Thoughts~
"Talking"
(Me Talking)
Draco lifted his head slightly from the hard, flat pillow, which it has once rested upon, and the light blinded his sights for a moment.
His eyes reopened to find him self in a hospital of some sort that was plain with four white walls, and had many instruments of healing spread around it.
He ran his hand through his sun kissed blonde hair, and felt the large slash across his pale skinned forehead. His mind was trying to take his surroundings in, but nothing came.
He didn't know where he was, or how he got there, but what shocked him the most was he couldn't remember who he was…
His thoughts raced trying to remember an age, a purpose, and most of all he was trying to remember a name. He knew he must have had a name, after all doesn't everyone?
He looked across the room to meet his reflection and gasped a little at the sight of his bandaged body, and his blood seeping, slashed head.
His blonde hair was still streaked with his own blood, and his eyes were a dull gray. He must be someone, but the question was who was he?
"Aw, Mr. Malfoy you are up! I thought you would never awake after that nasty spill you took. Quidditch! I cannot believe any school would allow such a sport that hurts so many children."
His eyes met the elderly woman in surprise, "Quidditch?"
"Oh, you must not remember! You hit your head in the big game against Gryffindor. Took a nasty spill. There was blood everywhere! But, nothing I couldn't fix. You should be aloud to go back to classes maybe in a few weeks."
"Classes?"
"Yes, of course dear. Your classes! You must get your education. Children these days are always wanting to get out of their education!"
She changed his bandages with the flick of her wand, and walked out leaving the young male speechless.
"Who am I? Where am I?" he said whispering the words, as his own voice was foreign to him.
He looked around and saw a mound of books, and his curiosity got the best of him. He placed the book in his hand, and traced the golden letters reading it out to himself in a small whisper, "Hogwarts A History."
The name seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.
His fingers traced the pages as he read the sentences carefully taking everything in… yes he now remembered that he was indeed a wizard in training, but who was he? What was his name?
He remembered potions, ingredients, spells, and charms, but he could not remember faces, people or his own name.
Was he in Gryffindor? Ravenclaw? Hufflepuff? Slytherin?
He didn't know and this pained him. He was lost in a world that was so familiar and yet he could not recall anything of importance.
He looked down at his rich green robes that had a snake right near his shoulder, and as the book stated snakes were the sign of Slytherin.
"I must be a Slytherin, but which one?"
His mind took a whirl, and then he recalled the elderly lady, whose name he read as Madame Pomfrey, call him Mr. Malfoy.
"Malfoy would you kindly get off of my book?" a voice rang out making the young male jump.
He looked up to meet two cinnamon brown eyes, and he looked back down at the book carefully placed upon his pale fingertips. He looked at the young female again, and handed the book gently to her, "Sorry, I did not realize the book was owned by any one. I hope you're not angry. I did not damage it."
The young girl stepped back a little, "Did… did you just apologize to me?"
He looked at her weirdly, "Shouldn't I have apologized? It was your book after all."
She looked at him again taken back, "You're really Malfoy, right?"
"I think I am. If you and that nurse called me by that name doesn't that mean I am Malfoy. That is my last name, right?"
"Are you telling me you have no clue who you are?"
"I know I'm a wizard in training, right?"
The girl nodded still in a bit of shock, but this situation amused her more than any thing, "Yes, you are a wizard in training."
"If I might ask what is my first name?"
She stopped, and parted her lips a little. She indeed knew his first name, but she had never said it… not once.
"It's Draco."
He looked at her, "Draco?"
She nodded still surprised at the word that came out of her mouth a few moments ago.
"Draco Malfoy," he said again as if not sure the name was his own.
"Did you tell Madame Pomfrey that you lost your memory?"
He shook his head, "I did not have a chance to."
The girl sat down in a near by chair taking much interesting in Draco's situation, "So what do you remember."
"I remember everything in that book… I remember spells, charms almost everything about Hogwarts, but I cannot remember people, faces, or even your name. What is your name by the way?"
"Hermione Granger I'm a," she paused as her thoughts rambled. ~I'm most defiantly not a friend, what am I than? ~ "I'm a classmate of yours."
"Hermione? Isn't that Shakespearean?"
She paused, and shivered at her name coming from the young males lips. She had never heard Draco ever say her first name, "My mother was a fan of Shakespeare, and thought the name fit me wonderfully."
"I would have to agree with her."
Hermione blushed a little, but quickly remember this was Draco Malfoy… the male who had made her cry tons of times with his mean, cruel comments and his heartless actions, but then she remembered not even Malfoy remembered what he had done nor who he was… maybe she could change him. The thought sent a jolt through her body.
This was perfect! Hermione would change Malfoy so much that not even his own mother would recognize him. She grinned in a devilish manor. She would humiliate him, change him, and make his mind her own.
Revenge was said to be sweet, but Hermione never knew it could taste so good. She would turn Draco into a Muggle lover, a Gryffindor slave, and her own mindless dummy.
This was simply perfect… the old Draco would be just a memory, and then new Draco would forever be in her hands. Well, that was until he got his real memories back.
What a surprise that would be!
"Do you want me to tell you more about your self?"
He nodded eagerly awaiting her to start telling him more about himself.
She smirked a little. Yes, indeed the old Draco would be only a memory…
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Sincerely,
MoshiMoshiQueen