No, it's not a oneshot. I got inspired to write this story while listening to The Scientist by Coldplay, Run by Snow Patrol and someone. In other words, very angsty. xD

Don't worry, I'll write a joyeux et drôle story soon. That means cheerful and funnier. ^__^ I'm still musing over a few ideas. But the bad part is, they always come during school. -.- I get so distracted... Then when I get home I forget half of them.

Well, enjoy! :]

It was midnight.

Hermione just finished her night shift at St. Mungo's hospital. For six months, she had taken her faithful place at the fourth floor: Spell Damage. She took her shifts and floor choice carefully to avoid meeting Ron at work. Ron was engaged to Lavender.

She entered her house with a casual flick of her wand and closed the door behind her. She unzipped her jacket and took her hair out of her ponytail, shaking the rain out of it. Deciding that changing out of the damp clothes was first on her adjenda, she stripped off the outer layer of her shirt was about to turn on the lights when she heard a muffled thump.

Someone was in the house.

She retrieved her wand once more, turning around on the spot. It was coming from her bedroom down the hall. Wait a minute, Ginny does this all the time, she thought.

"Ginny, this isn't funny," She huffed, stowing her wand back in her pocket and marching loudly down the hallway. "Just because you and Harry are getting married doesn't mean I'll let you just enter my house without my permission-"

She shoved open the door with a scowl on her face when she froze, her hand still on the handle. The hooded figure in front of her was no Ginny. It was a male. A pale hand was extended towards her, brandishing a wand.

She couldn't see his face beneath his hood. He stepped forward until the wand was pointing squarely into her chest.

"Don't. Move." The voice hissed. Hermione's suspicions soared. That voice sounded familiar.

She spoke through unmoving lips, "Who are you?"

For a moment, he didn't answer. "It doesn't matter." At that moment, lightning struck outside, illuminating the dark room for a mere fraction of a second. But it was all Hermione needed.

She could see the blonde, sleek hair spilling over sharp, gray eyes. His pointed face was puzzled, but blank. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. The familiar sneer on his face was absent.

"The memory charm," Hermione breathed, alarmed. "Malfoy, snap out of it!"

Malfoy didn't respond. Instead, she suddenly felt excrutiating pain that shot violently through her body. She started screaming, her voice echoing through the house. She retrieved her wand from her pocket, trying to hold herself together.

She pointed it with a wobbly aim. Stupefy! She thought wordlessly.

It did the trick. Malfoy swayed dangerously on the spot, stiff as a board. He fell over with a loud crash. The Imperius Curse lost its effect on her. She stood up carefully, eyeing him.

As much as she was repulsed to do it, he clearly needed to be sent to St. Mungo's. She wasn't sure how strong the memory charm had affected him. She knelt down, holding him. She spun on the spot and they appeared in the fourth floor of the hospital. The ward was empty.

Muttering angrily under her breath, she levitated Malfoy to the closest bed near the window. She dragged a chair and sat down next to him, her face blank. His eyes were roaming around the room rapidly.

She should start to get to work on him...

But it wasn't her shift...

She was exhausted.

She sat down on a chair and leaned her head at the foot of the bed, feeling the strength drain from her. She yawned once, smiling up at the puzzled Malfoy and fell asleep.

Hmm :P

I know it's an incredibly short chapter, but the next one's longer.

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