Full Summary:

'Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Hermione banged her head against the wall of the archive room, as if her memories were somehow confined within it. "I somehow doubt that will help, Granger." Hermione whipped around. He stood with his hands in his pockets and a small smile on his face. "Remember me?"'

Hermione's life is great; she has a promotion, a steady boyfriend (sort of) and great career prospects. All until a bump on the head ends her up at St. Mungo's Hospital, amnesia and a husband. Minus her memories from the past two years, Hermione starts to trace her footsteps and finds herself in the midst of the biggest scam in Wizarding history and a colleague who seems to know her even better than she knows herself...

Authors note:

Firstly, I want to clarify, this story is based roughly on Sophie Kinsella's novel, 'Remember me?' It is one of my all time favourite books by her and as I re-read it recently the idea sparked 'this could be a cool Dramione fic.' So here it is. Draco and Hermione belong to J.K. Rowling, obviously. So I guess I get what's left.

Secondly, I really shouldn't be writing this. I'm in my final GCSE year, which unless you are British/doing the British system/aware of the British system probably means very little to you. Basically, they are important exams in all my subjects (I'm taking 10) which determine whether or not I can stay on at school for a further two years before I go to university. My coursework is due in the next month or so, and my exams start in May. I'm pre-writing a lot of this out so it's ready to post. Being realistic, I'm looking at once a week, every Saturday for postings, perhaps more if you are nice and leave me lots of nice reviews with plenty of smiley faces (:

Thirdly, I have two fics which I started a while *cough* ago. I have not abandoned them...they've just gone comatose. Again, being realistic, it'll probably be summer before I sort them out. I want to, but I just don't really feel It for them right now. This is going to be sort-ish (I think) and is pretty clear in my mind, hence I'm going ahead with it.

This is just the prologue part, postings will usually be longer, and as I said, weekly. This will be a Dramonie fic, so if that's not what you like to read, I warn you now. This is a really, really long authors note, I'm sorry. Anyway, read, review and enjoy (:

Also, a HUGE thank you to my beta's MidnightEmberMisery and Whatever-the-weather for getting back to me so quickly and being so helpfull with all their comments and suggestions.

Disclaimer:

Most characters belong to J.K. Rowling and the base plot belongs to Sophie Kinsella. I claim no right to anything except original writing and characters. I guess I get what's left (Oooh Draco, yes please)

The London Street was busy as Hermione walked towards the Ministry, but she didn't mind. There were certain things she loved about being a witch, and this was one of them; the ability to choose between Apparition and walking. On this particular Wednesday it hadn't taken too much of an effort to throw back the duvet and abandon the homely warmth. Rather, Hermione had felt quite positive about to day. As usual, she was glad in one of her Muggle trouser suits, another thing she loved about being a Muggle-born witch – the choice of attire. A few, albeit not many, Muggle-borns wore Muggle clothes to work at the Ministry. Hermione was one of them. Her mother was a big believer in power dressing, and upon Hermione's promotion in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement she had been taken shopping in Oxford Street and had returned with multiple Prada, Ralph Lauren and Burberry suits, it was a Prada one she wore today.

Nodding in greeting at fellow employees and security guards, Hermione made her way towards the lifts. As she took a spot in the corner, she couldn't help smile with contentment. Life was great.

She had just been promoted within the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Her new job title came with a new salary with an extra zero, and an office she would only have to share with one other person; she didn't care who it would be. Her promotion was scheduled to be officially announced at the end of next week, along with her new office-mate.

This would lead to good opportunities. Lucy Hopfink, head of the department, had always had a soft spot Hermione and had taken her under her wing when she first arrived at the offices. But Hermione had worked hard and clawed her way upwards the ladder from the ground up.

She was in a steady relationship...sort of. Ron and herself were having some ups-and-downs of late, but every couple has those, right? At the moment, they were together, and he was taking her out to dinner that very night.

Yes, things were going great. As Hermione stepped out of the lift she spoke in greeting to various witches and wizards and made her wall down the hall. She was looking forward to the weekend: it was roast dinner at The Burrow and Ginny was going to announce her pregnancy. Hermione smiled again. Her best friend had arrived on her doorstep a few days ago looking as though she was about to burst with excitement. Hermione was so happy for her best friends. They had wanted a baby for so long now. Ginny confessed she hadn't even told Ron; they were saving it to the Sunday. She wasn't even supposed to have told Hermione, but Harry had known that Ginny had needed to tell someone.

Hermione made it to her desk bang on eight thirty and couldn't suppress a satisfied smile as she pulled out her chair and began sorting through her papers, and the morning went on smoothly. It was around eleven when Lucy Hopfink, came to her desk.

"Good morning, Hermione. I trust you are well?" Lucy was a tall, slim woman in her early forties with long blonde hair always worn straight in a pony tail. She had pale skin and bright blue eyes and wicked sense of humour. She was always brisk and professional, but she had a warm, kind heart and time for anyone. She didn't wait for an answer. "Would you be able to take this up to the Auror Offices. There was a messy raid last night, they need the paperwork quickly. Potter should have his assessments and manifest." She held the file in her French-manicured hand.

"Of course," Hermione smiled. She wanted an excuse to see Harry anyway, to ask how he and Ginny were doing.

She took the file and headed towards the lifts. As she rounded the corner she came across several teams of men and woman dressed in midnight blue overalls. A large man turned at the sound of her approach.

"Sorry Ms. Granger, Magical maintenance."

"Oh, no worries Jeff, I'll take the stairs." She smiled. Hermione turned to the left and pushed open the fire door to the stairwell.

"Oh, Ms. Granger," Jeff called. Hermione paused and turned. "Thanks for getting our Jimmy off for his underage-magic case." Jeff's ears turned pink as he spoke. Hermione's smile widened.

"Not at all Jeff. It wasn't his fault. Anytime." With a polite nod of heads, Hermione made her way up stairs. Feeling quite energetic she began to run two at a time.

Still in a jog, she was about to pull open the fire door to the floor when it opened from the other side. Hermione jumped in fright, and, as she tried to regain her footing, she stumbled again. It was only now she realised she was back at the top of the stairs, feet still tumbling over each other. She reached her hands out forwards in desperation to whoever had just come through the over side of the door.

As gravity came into effect all Hermione could think was, this is going to hurt.

Ivy Echelon, 19th March 2011