Back To Where We Started

Summary: "Draco Malfoy opened his eyes. Where was he? What had happened? The only thing he remembered was his mother waving him while he was leaving to Hogwarts and to his seventh and final year of studies."

Draco is married to Hermione Granger for almost five years but he doesn't remember a thing! The situation gets more complicated when it is revealed that Hermione…

A different Dramione story.

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a/n: For a start, thank you very much for giving this fanfic a chance, it means a lot to me…!

I have noticed that all the stories about Draco, Hermione and memory loss, include Hermione losing her memory, so I thought; What if he is the one who can't remember? Then I just started typing and couldn't stop!

Okay, so enough for now, just start reading and… enjoy!

Disclaimer: I am a fan writing fanfictions inspired by J.K Rowling's magical world. Everything you recognize is hers, not mine.

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So many questions

Draco Malfoy opened his eyes. Where was he? What had happened? The only thing he remembered was his mother waving him while he was leaving to Hogwarts and his seventh and final year of studies.

He didn't really feel like going there after everything that had happened. He didn't want to leave his mother alone at the Manor. Especially now, with his father prisoned in Askaban, again. Draco didn't care about him -well, this is what he wanted to believe- but was mostly worried about his mother. For him, Lucious Malfoy, was not a good person, at all. He was a selfish one who only carried about money and wanted the others to respect him. He preferred to look after the Malfoy name, than the Malfoy family… Draco used to be like that once. His father was his role model and he was becoming a spoiled child. Well, he was a spoiled child. But since that night, at the Astronomy Towel, he had started to think differently than he was taught to…

Draco was now called 'The Poor Boy Who Made The Wrong Choice ', by the Ministry and the type. He didn't like that at all, as it was somehow what Dumbledore had called him the night of his death. He didn't want to remember that, and didn't need the others' pity, but from the time he wasn't judged as guilty enough, to be arrested, he just didn't react. Maybe, this was his chance for a new start. The Malfoy companies were still doing well. They did find a difficult time without Lucius after the War, but the Malfoys were still wealthy. And Draco was even offered to be Hogwarts' Head Boy…! He couldn't see why McGonagall chose him for something like that, but accepted it, of course. He had also tried to stop calling people 'Mudboods' and since now, he hadn't.

His mother was not allowed to use magic for a year, while she was also watched by the Ministry and could hardy leave her house. Harry Potter had defended her, while the people of the Ministry where deciding of her punishment, telling them that Narcissa had saved his life at the Forbidden Forest. And when something like that is told by 'The- Boy-Who-Defended-The-Darkest-Wizard-Of–All-Time', you can rightly hope for something better. Again, Draco didn't like that he was the reason the name of his family was now kind of…cleared, and he didn't like owning Potter but again, he said nothing.

But anyways, Narcissa was punished, even like that, and Draco didn't want to leave her alone. He knew she was strong, but those last years were too difficult for her. However, she wanted him to fulfill his school education, then he would be ready to take care of the family's companies. She wanted him to be a teenager again. To feel like a teenager again. But Draco was a boy of eighteen years of age that had seen too much to get into that situation again.

He was sure that her mother's words from the day of his lawsuit, would remain in his mind forever. He was sure that he would always remember what she said to defend him; "He is just a child, he was just a frightened child. He was told this was the right thing to do and was threatened to death. He had to stay with us. The He-Must-Not-Be-Named wouldn't kill each one of us if Draco didn't obey his orders; he would do worse. I understand that my husband has to be prisoned but Draco…my only child…'

Oh, and about friends? The only one Draco kept contact with was Blaise Zabini. Blaise's father was a Death-eater, but his mother had different beliefs. So when his father died, during the Second Wizard's War, he was changed as well, influenced by his mother. Draco's and Blaise's mothers were now good friends, helping each other to get throught all this…

Draco still didn't want to leave Narcissa alone, but he did as she said.

So, he was waiting for this year to begin and as the train started under the autumn rain, he knew that it was going to be unforgettable…

But, now he wasn't there. No. The room was light and totally white. He was lying on a comfortable bed, and was covered with a soft blanket. His left hand was on a bandage and he had a horrible headache. Agh! He was at Saint Mungo's! He hadn't been there since when he was nine years old.

It was also surely not raining, and not an afternoon. Probably six in the morning, or so. It smelled like healing potions–of course- and something that Draco couldn't recognize. Like a successful mix of strawberry, vanilla and a flower scent or…Wait a minute; he had smelled that before. On his sixth year, at Slughorn's lesson about Amortencia. He didn't recognized that smell, back then either …

It was an addictive one. Draco wanted to carry this scent everywhere, with him, as he had always been hoping to find it again. Of course, when there is a war going on, there aren't lots of possibilities to come in contact with the most powerful love potion in the world…So, he wanted to close his eyes again and just fall asleep with this smell in his mind, without caring about anything else. About the pain in his body, or all these disturbing questions which were now rushing throw his mind-

"You are awake, thank goodness!' he saw a woman, that he hadn't notice before, dressed on a blue skin-tight cocktail dress, sitting on the edge of his bed. She had black circles under her hazel-honey eyes and her hair was on a messy ponytail. Still bushy, but not that much, as if puberty had changed, a bit, one of her infamous characteristics. This woman was… no, it couldn't be…

Granger?

Draco jumped out of the bed as soon as he saw her.

"What the-What are you doing here Mudblood?'

"Draco? What- , she leaned near him, trying to catch his hand, but Draco stepped back.

"Don't touch me, Granger!' Why is she here?

"Granger?!' now it was her turn to back away, confused.

"What did you do to me? Why am I here? Did you cast a curse on me?'

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "I…I… Draco I did nothing to you. It was an attack-'

"You mean an attack you planed, don't you? Or you are just lying… Take me back to where I was. Now!'

She blinked; "Sorry, where?'

"Ah, so you are not a know-it-all, right? And think that everybody calls you the brightest witch of your age! Back to Hogwarts Express, of course! Where you kidnapped me from, Granger!'

"Is this a joke, because it is not funny anymore…and you will go nowhere! What is going on with you?! Do you find it that entertaining?! You will stay here with me, until you recover!'

"No I will not! I would neither spend time with you, nor stay in the same room with you! I wouldn't and I won't, because I hate you!'

Hermione looked like someone had just slapped her.

"I-I am going to call the Healers and the others. Ehm… you better stay here… 'she quickly crossed the room on her heals, and let the door close with a big bang, before glaring at him, once again.

Draco lied on the bed again, exhausted as he was, staring at the variety of medicines, -mostly Dreamless Sleeping Potions- on the table near the place where Hermione Granger was sitting some moments ago. Understanding that even if he willed to fall asleep, he wouldn't, he let his mind do its work.

What did just happen? Did I just hurt the Mudblood? I don't understand; what was she talking about? Why am I here, when I am supposed to be on my way to Hogwarts? Why am I injured? What happened to me? Why can't I remember? Granger must have Obliviated me, or Weasel or Saint Potter… Yeah, that is for sure. Differently, how can't I remember? And who are 'the others'? So many questions…

His thoughts were interrupted by the door which suddenly slammed wide open, while a group of people came close to him.

To Draco's surprise, except of Hermione, it was Ronald Weasley, his sister Ginny, Harry Potter, two Healers, Blaise Zampini, a couple Draco didn't know and his mother…! They all looked worried, but no one more than Hermione Granger, who was like she was going to lose the most important thing in her life. Or better, like she had just lost it…

Draco was on his feet; "Mother, Blaise, what is going on, did she kidnap you, too? Are you all right, do you remember everything, because I-' he was cut off by a middle-aged Healer.

"Mr. Malfoy, sit down, please.' , but he did not obey, still looking at his mother, waiting for her to answer.

"Draco, dear, do as he said.' She advised him, so he could do nothing but sit on the bed.

"Good. Now, tell us, how do you feel?' Narcissa asked taking a step forward.

He snorted. "I don't know, I woke up injured in a bed at Saint Mango's, when I was supposed to be heading to Hogwarts and Granger, was sitting in the same bed with me wearing that dress, looking as she hadn't slept for days and she was kind to me! Then, all of you came here and I don't even know why! So, as you may have guessed, I feel better than ever!' he said.

It was Blaise who spoke first; "What do you mean you were supposed to be heading to Hogwarts, mate? And Hermione is your wife, would you like her to behave-'

"Wait, what?'

"Hermione is your wife…?' the Italian repeated, as if he was talking to a four years old child.

Draco couldn't believe in his ears. "No, she is not!' he argued.

"Bloody hell…', Ron murmured.

"What do you mean, Draco? Of course she is. You two have been married for four years, almost five actually.' Narcissa spoke. She seemed worried to death.

"What are you guys talking about?! I can't be married to her! I hate her! She is the bookworm, a Mudblood -at this, the couple and Hermione's friends hold their breath, but she did nothing- she is best friends with the rest of the Disgusting Trio, she used to have those awful front teeth and her hair is like an animal's, or something, and so many other things! I can't have married her! I just can't! And she surely wouldn't want to marry me! She hates me, too! And even if things are like you say -which are surely not- then why can't I remember a thing?!' he said

The woman, who Draco didn't know, asked him; ''What is the last thing you remember?'

"I remember my mother waving at me, while I was getting on the Hogwarts Express heading for my final year at Hogwarts, of course…'

"Something that did happen.' Narcissa said.

"Something else?' the man on the left of the woman asked.

"No. Just that. Then I simply woke up here.'

The two Healers started exchanging some words. While they were whispering with a worried look on their faces, Draco was observing the group of the people; they all looked older. Not that much, but older, even his mother was not looking the same, maybe because her hair was shorter …

Finally, the Healer spoke; 'Mr. Malfoy, it seems like you have lost a pretty big part of your memory, and we think that- '

"What?!' , Hermione, who had not said or done nothing from the time she returned to the room, was suddenly paler than Draco had ever seen her.

The other Healer opened his mouth to say something, but she waved her hand telling him not to, and placed it on her forehead closing her eyes tightly for a second. Then she just looked up at them and…smiled?

"Oh, I know what is going on here. Ha, ha, ha; it is a prank! Okay, okay…really funny guys. But when did you plan all this? While I was asleep? Really good, but not such a pleasant surprise! A nightmare, actually!' everyone was looking at each other not knowing what to say, or what to do. Hermione hadn't act like that for years. She was being pathetic; half-laughing, to prevent herself from letting the tears fall down on her cheeks.

"Okay, Draco you can stop looking at me like that now. We know you are a good actor, but stop. Stop!' …but her tries didn't last long…"Stop and tell me I should have seen my face, when I thought you had lost your memory! And all of you just shout 'got you'!' she turned to the others.

"Hermione, this is not a prank-'

"It is!' She cut off Narcissa and then turned to her son, sitting near him at the white-covered bed. "Bab' tell me this is a prank. Hug me and tell me you still love me. It is not funny anymore, Draco. See? I am not laughing.' Indeed, she wasn't even trying to stop her tears now, as if they would make him tell her what she wanted him to. Her brown eyes were wondering into his grey ones, searching for a sign of…something. Anything.

Draco watched her right hand as it covered his. She was now looking at Ron. "I am done with this joke. Whose idea was it? Yours, Harry?'

He answered sadly; "this is not a joke, Hermione.-'

"NO! , she argued again, It is! It must be!' she turned to Draco once again as if he was her last hope, her last chance. And she asked him slowly, clearly and almost begging to hear what she wished for; ''isn't this -all this- a prank?'

When he shoke his head, her eyes became darker, her shoulders fell and she quickly left his hand.

"Oh. Good. Ehm…excuse me, but I-I need some… fresh air…and…water…I'll be back.' And with that, she left the room. As quickly as before. Or maybe a bit more. When sudden things are happening, time is a difficult thing to deal with…

Ginny made a move to the door, but Ron stopped her.

"Leave her alone. She needs some time for herself…'

She then looked at Harry, who nodded in agreement and so she gave up.

So, this is why I am here. Draco thought, I have lost my memory. But how and when? Who did that to me? It is a serious damage, someone must have caused that… I think they said it was an attack…And Granger…did she just say I love her? And, she loves me, too? What the hell has happened!? So many bloody questions…

"Mr. Malfoy, you will do some tests so that we can know what your exact situation is.' The taller Healer said, some seconds later and after clearing his throat.

Draco nodded. He was too socked by Hermione's reaction and the news about his health themselves, to talk.

"You will stay here for a while, until we think that you can return to your house and that you are much healthier. Mrs. Malfoy, I think that the Malfoy companies will not have a problem while he will be missing. He cannot work now." the Healer continued.

"Sure. Only the best work for our companies. Everything will be alright!" Draco would still recognize the pride on his mother's voice. So, she hadn't change that much…

"Ehm, I am sorry, but…who are you?' he said pointing as politely as he could, at the couple he didn't know.

The man firstly looked surprised, but then smiled sadly and said; ''Oh! Yes, of course! We are Hermione's parents. Hermione always claimed you had seen as on your Second year I think, at Diagon Alley .But, it seems like you can't recognize us now, as well…''

Draco raised an eyebrow elegantly "As well?'

This time, the woman spoke; ''Well, when you started being in a relationship with our daughter and you firstly and formally met us, you didn't recognize us from back then, just like now. Of course it is normal, your physical condition…I mean, several years have passed, so…'

"Right…'

Suddenly, Luna Lovegood entered the room, on her orange robes. She had knocked the door, but didn't wait for an answer. Her round eyes searched the room before her words escaped from her pale lips.

"Hello everyone. Sorry, for being late, my husband and I were having a meeting with my garden's Exotic Red-eyed Rabbits, and I couldn't just leave… he is having a hard time making new friends, lately. However, the twins always help. So, Draco, are you okay? You don't look like it. Harry cared enough to inform me about the attack…' she said everything totally calmly.

"It seems like he has lost his memory of the past years. He doesn't remember his life with Hermione…'Harry said before Draco could answer; he didn't know what he should expect to hear from his mouth…

"What a pity!'

"Yeah…'

Awkward silence filled the room.

"So, this is why she was crying, right? It is more serious than she expected it to.'

"What?' It was Draco who spoke, suddenly really interested on what Luna said; he normally never paid attention on what she was talking about, but now…

Everyone, except of Luna, was staring at him. "Well, you know, she started, while heading to the big window from where you could see how cloudy the day was, when I arrived here, the first thing I saw was Hermione, at the garden, sitting at a bench near the flowers in a not so good condition, crying. I haven't seen her crying like that for years… So, I came closer and asked her what had happened. She told me some things, but she was still crying and sobbing, so I only heard several things, like memory, Hogwarts, hates, have to tell and no love anymore… Even if I understood no thing, I comforted her and-'

Draco cut her off; ''She was crying?! But why, I still can't understand!'

Ron rolled his blue eyes "Oh, com' n Malfoy! Are you that stupid?! 'Mione loves you! And until two nights ago, you loved her, too! You were crazy for her! And now you wake up, after an I-wound-not-call-it-accidentthat I assure you, if she wasn't there you would have been dead by now, and you can't recall any memory of your relationship! Were you waiting her to jump of joy?!'

Draco's head was full of new information. He just wanted to be totally sure before to act with any way...

"So, you say that we love each other?'

"Yes. '

"That we got married because we wanted to?'

"Yes!'

"And that I have spent the last years of my life with her without to remember a thing?!'

"Yes!'

"Oh…'

Don't say it.

"Em … could I…'

Don't say it, Draco.

"Could I talk to her?'

Why the hell did you say that?!

The group of people looked at each other, until Blaise said; ''I think that it wouldn't be such a bad idea, but after that you have to rest, right? Don't forget that you haven't recover yet, mate. Will you make him do the tests in the evening or later?' he was now looking at the taller Healer who nodded in agreement.

"Okay, so we will leave now. I am going to call her.' Ginny said, and they all started to leave, slowly.

Draco's mother was the last one to stay in the room.

"Don't forget that she loves you and that she is upset, son' she gave him an encouraging, soft smile and then followed the rest of the wizards and witches.

Draco stayed alone, staring at the wall.

So many questions…

He was in pain, he was confused, he was upset, he was angry, he was so many other things that he couldn't even express. And it didn't feel good.

Someone knocked the door.

It was Hermione.

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a/n: So, that was it…! I hope you guys liked it, let me know, so that I can update the next chapter, which is almost ready. That one was actually something like the prologue.

I have to admit, I am kind of anxious, as this is my first fanfic 'in progress '. I would totally appreciate it if you'd try to be kind, just for your information… ;-) Also, if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask.

If some of you are kind of confused with the 'Exotic Redeyed Rabbits', don't search about them in the books; I made them up. (I don't know where this came from, really…)

**I would like to reveal to you all, that the Draco you're going to see at the rest of 'Back To Where We Started' is a mixture of the one you all know from the books, and of the new, changed one, so his actions are going to be the same, or not? You will find out, soon or later. ;-)

Thanks for reading!

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