Yoh. Dramione story. I ship Dramione so hard it hurts. I am sorry if I ruin Dramione because of my horrid writing skills. Idk if I'm gonna continue because this sucks ok bye Yes go Grammar Nazis! Microsoft Word hasn't been working for me, therefore I use WordPad, therefore no squiggly lines to correct me! :D
Harry paced back and forth in front of the couch in Hermione's living room, completely lost in thought. Something really bad must have happened to Draco: something so terrible even the amazing Hermione Granger, "The Brightest Witch of Her Age," can't solve. And there hasn't been anything that Hermione couldn't figure out, so that's saying something.
Draco had been unconscious for days, and even awakening potions wouldn't work. They even tried asking Professor Slughorn for help, but nothing would seriously work.
On the other hand, Hermione is the complete opposite. She hasn't slept for days. You could see it from the deep shadows under her eyes. Other than going outside to eat, she barely left Draco's side, sitting there beside him and holding his hand.
The sound of rushing footsteps startled Harry and he snapped back into reality. It was Hermione, looking unusually happy. Not that that's a bad thing.
Hermione looked at Harry with a smile on her face.
"I'm guessing Draco's finally awake?" Harry asked.
Hermione nodded and led him upstairs into the room wherein Draco resided in. Draco wasn't exactly fully awake yet, however; he still looked a bit dazed. Considering the fact that he's been sleeping for...say, three days, that isn't much of a surprise. Hermione went back to his side and held his hand yet again while Harry stood by the doorway awkwardly.
Draco was starting to open his eyes more completely now. He scanned the room at first and then he looked at Hermione. THe two were just there, staring into each other's eyes. Hermione smiled at him. He didn't exactly smile back, but Hermione didn't mind. All that mattered was that he was finally awake again. Everything's okay now.
Or so she thought.
Draco had to break the silence and ruin it by saying five simple words:
"I'm sorry, who are you?"
Harry stared. Hermione blinked. She looked like she was almost about to cry. Scratch that, tears were already rolling down her cheeks. She hasn't cried like this ever, not since that time. That time when Ron had kissed Lavender Brown. And she doesn't usually cry in front of people, so this is quite a rare sight.
"What?" Draco said. "Don't...don't cry..."
There's a shocker. Draco Lucius Malfoy. Apologising to someone. Telling someone to not cry. He's normally the person who actually wants to make people cry. What's happened to him? First his memory, now his rotten personality. What will he lose next, his virginity? Oh wait...
Ironically, this made Hermione cry even more. Draco put a hand on her shoulder and pat it, trying to comfort her.
After a few minutes, Hermione finally regained her composure.
"Draco, it's me. Hermione Granger." she said. "Don't you remember? Your filthy little mudblood? No?"
Draco shook his head. "I'm sorry, I really am," He apologised. "Draco, was it? Is that my name?"
Hermione nodded. How much of his memory has he lost, though? Could it be that he's even forgotten that he's a wizard?
"W-where's my wand...?" he said, suddenly standing up and looking around for it. Well, that answers the question.
In Harry's desperate endeavour to make him remember at least something - he wouldn't want Hermione to be depressed like this all day - out of the blue, he said, "Twitchy little ferret aren't you, Malfoy?"
Hermione and Draco both instantly turned their heads at him. They both also had shocked looks on their faces. This has got to have him remember something about Hermione, come on...
Draco started to approach Harry.
He's finally remembered something. Harry thought.
"Well if it isn't Saint Potter." He muttered. This seemed to disappoint Hermione even more. Nice going, Harry.
The sound of footsteps on the stairs made them all jump.
"Okay, I'm here, so what's wrong with Malf-
"Hello to you too, Weaselbee." Draco smirked, cutting Ron off. "Didn't bring your sister Weaslette with you, I see."
So apparently all of his memories - other than his memories of Hermione, sadly - have come back magically. And it even came back with that despicable personality of his that Harry, and Ron, and pretty much everyone, resents.
"I don't see why that girl over there is here, though," Draco started.
Hermione sobbed even harder. This frustrated her so very much that she took out her wand and fired a bat bogey hex at all of them, which is more of a Ginny thing, to be honest. She then pushed Harry and Ron away from the door and stormed out of the room, cursing Draco and everyone else (but mostly Draco) under her breath.
"Bloody hell, Hermione!" Ron yelled. Hermione ignored him.
