Disclaimer: The settings and characters used in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. I make no profit from this whatsoever.

Author's Note: So all memory charm stories I know of seem to involve Draco losing his memory. But I wanted to change that. So here's my spin. Please enjoy(:


Chapter One

Day: 01

The gentle morning sun coaxed Hermione Granger's eyes to open warily and lazily. She had awoken from a long night's sleep, yet she felt oddly tired. She opened her mouth and let out a long yawn, and she stretched out on the bed, waking up her limbs. Hermione sat up in bed, still groggy from sleep, a bit disoriented, and out of focus, as she tried to remember how she got to her flat last night. Somewhere, she noted that it was unusual to wake up so tired and off focus, but she paid no mind.

There was a soft, tentative knock on the door, and to Hermione's surprise, Harry popped his head inside. He looked a bit worried and hesitant as he looked around the room, but he smiled as he saw Hermione, up and awake.

"Harry? What are you doing here so early?" She asked her best friend with surprise. Harry bit his lip, looking around the room once more. Hermione looked back at him with a cheerful, patient expression.

"I just stopped by to see how you're doing." He finally replied, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him with a small click.

"Oh I'm fine. Just a bit tired from sleeping… Did they owl you yet?" Hermione said, adjusting her comforter to protect herself from the coolness of the room. Harry's face showed a hint of mild concern, and his eyebrows knit together in confusion.

"Who?" Harry hesitantly and slowly walked forward, and sat on the foot of her bed. He looked as if he were debating whether he should even be there. Hermione broke into a smile, unaware of her best friend's emotions and body language.

"The letter from the Ministry you're been waiting for. You know, about your application to the Auror Department?"

"Oh…" Harry uttered. He looked at her, the concern on his face growing more and more prominent. He looked like he was having a hard time masking his emotions. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words did not come out until a few seconds later. "Yeah, I got it." Hermione's face lit up and she clapped her hands together in joy.

"That's great, Harry! I knew you'd get it!"

"What's the last thing you remember, Hermione?" Harry asked her quietly, ignoring her joy. He did not bother to mask his confusion and concern. Hermione didn't worry about his emotions, however. Instead, she thought back to the last thing she remembered, which was yesterday night, when Ron, Harry, Ginny, and she went out to celebrate her birthday. She voiced this memory, and Harry looked away, worried. Hermione thought she should perhaps be worried but couldn't see why.

"What's today's date, Hermione?" It was a question, but it sounded a lot like a statement.

"September 18th, 1999." She replied with a quizzical look. She moved her toes beneath the covers, and watched them while she waited for Harry's reply. Harry took a deep breath and nodded to himself.

"What's up, Harry?" Hermione asked, looking from her toes, to Harry, and back again.

"Nothing to worry about just yet, Hermione." He said in a brotherly tone. Hermione lifted an eyebrow in response, but Harry didn't decipher his words. Instead, he got up, and told her to get some sleep, before leaving the room.

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Around mid-day, Hermione began to feel hungry, so she crawled out of her bed, and left her bedroom. She was barely down the hall, grasping her stomach in anticipation of the food she had planned to make, when she caught a glimpse of her living room.

She let out a gasp. It was completely bare. The shelves that had once held her most treasured books were completely empty. The sofa she had sat in countless times while the fire roared in the fireplace had disappeared. Her pictures of Ron and Harry; her mom and dad, were all gone. She froze, completely doused in shock. NoNoNoNo, she repeated as she scanned the room with frantic eyes. She walked out of the living room, made a right into the kitchen, and found it empty as well. Everything was gone. Someone had been here, and was careful not to leave anything behind. Her first thought: she had been robbed. But upon closer inspection she discarded that thought. What thief would steal everything? What happened? She let out the breath she didn't know she was holding, and walked back into the bare living room in a daze, and just stood there. Her eyes caught something in the wall, a shape, which looked as if someone had made an imprint while the paint was still wet. She didn't remember painting her walls baby blue. Her walls were beige. They had always been beige. They were beige yesterday. She had furniture yesterday. She walked closer to the mark on the wall, and found it was someone's hand, too big to be hers. She didn't remember that hand print, etched into the walls. That hand wasn't hers. And it certainly was not Ron's or Harry's hand. No one touches her walls when there's wet paint on them. No one. A sick feeling settled into her stomach. Something wasn't right. Something was wrong.

Day: 02

Hermione had greeted the day cheerfully, and in a better mood. She didn't feel as off focus, and dazed as yesterday, which she blamed on her excess of sleep. But as yesterday's discovery came crawling back into her mind, she felt slightly depressed and her confusion returned. Hermione sat helplessly in the middle of the living room, at a loss of what to do. She heard the distant popping noise of apparition in front of her door, and looked up from her spot in the middle of the empty room.

"Come in." she called towards the door, knowing it was Harry and Ginny. She was expecting them. They both came into her flat with the same hesitance as Harry had the previous day, though trying not to show it. Harry smiled at her, as Hermione got up from the floor, and Ginny looked at her wearing the best sympathetic look Hermione had ever seen on the red-head's face to date.

"How are you?" Harry asked cautiously. Hermione knew this meant something else by the way he looked nervously around the room. She had the feeling Harry knew why all her possessions were missing, because he would have asked about them. Hermione suddenly felt close to tears, and there was a huge knot in her throat, which made her throat hurt. She looked around the room and back at Harry and Ginny in a way that said, "Can you believe this?" She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out except a small croak. Ginny looked at Harry, and back at Hermione with a nervous expression, and Harry looked very uncomfortable. Hermione took a sharp inhale.

"Everything is gone. Everything." Harry just nodded, looked down at his feet, and anxiously twiddled his fingers.

"Where did everything go?" She asked weakly, sitting back down on the floor, and tracing her fingers along the hard wood floor. She felt empty. Like she was missing out on something, but that was ridiculous.

"Harry…" Ginny said, looking at him with a soft expression, and soothingly urging him to reply.

"Hermione, there is something you need to know." Harry replied, sitting down on the floor and puling Ginny with him. Hermione noted he looked scared, and a bit hesitant. She regarded him with a patient expression. Hermione got the feeling she didn't know about something that they both did, and she wanted desperately to know what it was. A stray tear slid down her cheek, and Hermione quickly wiped it away before it was seen.

"You know how you said yesterday that it was September 18th, 1999?" Harry began. Hermione nodded, remembering Harry's previous visit well.

"Well, it wasn't. Yesterday was September 20th. Today is September 21st. "

Hermione eyed Harry warily, not sure where he was going with this. She smiled at how ridiculous he was being. She was a few days off. Okay. Harry looked at Hermione, then down at the ground again before speaking.

"Today is September 21st… 2001." Harry's voice bounced off the empty walls, forming an echo. Hermione's smile faded slowly once she caught sight of the couple's dejected expressions. She stayed silent for a long time, trying to digest his words.

"How can it be 2001. Three days ago we went to celebrate my 18th birthday." She stated as-a-matter-of-factly.

"Hermione," Ginny spoke, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder. Her voice was gentle; the same tone one would use if one was talking to a frightened three year old. Ginny looked as if she were trying to pick her words carefully, for fear that Hermione would flip out. The tension and silence in the room, combined with Hermione's confusion, caused her to feel sick with nervousness.

"What?" Hermione urged her friend. Ginny looked at Harry quickly, before making up her mind.

"Hermione you've… lost your memories." There was dead silence, in which the knot in Hermione's throat grew, and tears spilled freely down her cheeks. Her face scrunched up in a mixture of agony and confusion, and her chin quivered. Hermione let out a sob, and Ginny immediately threw herself onto of Hermione, embracing her in a tight hug and caressing the back of Hermione's head in consolation. Not once did Hermione question the authenticity of Ginny's previous statement, because once it was said out loud, a part of Hermione knew it was true. The walls, the lack of furniture supported this realization. Her friends would never lie to her either. Ginny rocked her back and forth and Hermione sank into her arms, sobbing freely. If what Harry said was true, and it was 2001, she had lost two years' worth of memories. Two years. Two years of birthdays, dinners, family gatherings, laughs, tears, joys, and anxieties. Hermione pulled away from Ginny, and wiped her eyes. Hermione saw Ginny was crying as well.

"H-how?" She whimpered through her dry sobs. "Where's all my stuff?" Harry and Ginny gave each other a look.

"Where's all my stuff, Harry?" Hermione repeated, imagining her furniture lying deserted on a street corner. Her imagination got the best of her sometimes.

"Malfoy Manor." Harry reluctantly answered. He did not meet her eyes, and his facial expression dictated he wanted nothing but to be under and invisibility cloak at that moment.

"What?!" Hermione exclaimed in both shock and disbelief. Had she heard wrong? Why would all her things be in Malfoy Manor? How did they get there? She pictured Draco Malfoy burning all her furniture in the middle of his decadent living room. Ginny and Harry dropped their heads in shame.

"What is my stuff—" The question was half way out of her mouth before she decided she did not want to hear the answer. She had a feeling she knew the answer. And she did not like the answer in her head. Hermione grabbed her head with her hands, looking up to the heavens, and grasping her bushy curls in her fists. She never believed in a god, but perhaps right now was the best time to subscribe herself to a religion. She slid her hands down the front of her face and dropped them at her sides.

"Listen, there's a lot of things you missed—" Harry began.

"Really?! You don't say?!" She interrupted, her voice laced with heavy sarcasm. She sounded angry and hurt by everything going on.

"Hermione, listen, everything will be all right, we will explain soon, we promise!" Ginny said frantically. "Come live with me and Harry for a while, so you're not alone—" Ginny cut herself off as soon as she saw Hermione shaking her head furiously. Hermione was on the edge of tears once more.

"No, I'd like to be alone." She whispered to both her friends.

"Are you sure? I'd—"

Hermione nodded, and Ginny cut herself off once more.

"Okay." Ginny muttered quietly. She heaved a deep sigh.

"Please go." Hermione croaked through the knot still in her throat. She didn't want to see anyone, or talk, or hear explanations. A part of her was missing, and she needed to be alone until she was ready to face it. Ginny and Harry both rose from the floor simultaneously and without a word, taking Hermione's cue to leave.

"We'll be back tomorrow." Said Harry. Hermione nodded, and rose as well.

"Harry?"

Harry turned to face Hermione, his best friend, who did not remember anything that had happened in the last two years.

"Will I get better? Will the memories… come back?"

Harry looked away sadly. Hermione waited, her stomach churning with anticipation.

"Yes." He said quietly, once he looked back up. Hermione felt some consolation at his words, and nodded once more. Once Ginny and Harry left, Hermione turned around and let out contained sobs that filled the empty room. Empty, like her memories of the past two years.


Author's Note: There's the first chapter! I hope you all enjoy, and please please feel free to review! This story is truly a work in progress, because unlike my other stories, I have not completed this one. Your reviews will truly keep me going, and be the judge of whether this story truly sees its end ( I truly will try to complete it I promise).