Do You Remember?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Summary: After a horrible accident, Hermione had lost memories of her being married, having a child, and all the wonderful things that had happened in her life, only remembering her past life; the life after the war. Journey with her as she falls in love again and gets to relive all the amazing things that had she had forgotten.

He softly traced his fingers on her smooth face. She looked so peaceful when she was sleeping, but then again, doesn't everyone? He finally reached her lips, her oh-so delicate and plump lips. She rolled over, moving away from him, he only smiled. Looking at the clock, he could see it was almost time for breakfast. He shook her gently.

"Hermione, love, wake up. Avan's waiting for us. It's almost 8 a.m." he whispered in her ear, slightly tickling her.

Hermione groaned. "Just five more minutes, Draco."

Just then, Avan, their 3 year-old child, came bursting through the door of their bedroom, holding a piece of paper. "Mummy! Look at-" he stopped mid-sentence, seeing his father putting a finger over his lips. Avan nodded obediently. Mummy is probably tired from work last night. But then, he saw his father slowly getting a pillow from their bed, careful not to wake Hermione. He also grabbed a pillow for Avan, who took it excitedly, knowing what they were about to do.

Draco mouthed to his son, One, Two, and Three! And they hit Hermione as hard as they could, but not so hard that she would probably get hurt. They were satisfied once they heard Hermione's shrill scream as she fell from the edge of the bed. Draco and Avan started to crack up.

"Y-You should have seen your face, Mummy!" Avan said, trying to hold back the tears that were coming out, the effect of laughing too much.

Hermione growled at the two of them, but her face softened at the sight of her son laughing merrily. As her husband and her son were distracted, she also reached for a pillow from the bed and started to hit Draco.

Draco stopped mid-laugh. "Hey!" he shouted accusingly at his wife. Their son watched them with interest. "If it's a pillow fight you want, then it's a pillow fight you'll get."

Avan watched with delight as his parents were chasing each other around the huge room, laughing happily and hitting each other with pillows every now and then.

Hermione thought of an idea. She whispered it to Draco, who nodded, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.

Avan's smile faded, his eyes widening instead as he watched his parents approach him slowly. He began to run and they began to chase after him. When they caught him, they put him down on the carpeted floor and started to tickle him non-stop.

"M-Mum- Da-Daddy! S-Stop i-it!" he said, trying the best he could to speak properly. After a few seconds, his parents stopped. They lay down on the floor for a while, looking at the white ceiling. Then, one by one, their stomachs started to grumble.

"Breakfast?" Draco asked. The other two nodded vigorously.

ooo

"Be a good boy, Av." Hermione reminded her son, as she kissed his forehead.

"Yes, mum. You tell me that every single day. I get it." Avan chuckled.

Draco ruffled Avan's hair. "Ready to leave for work?"

Hermione nodded. They both squished their only son into a big bear hug and then Apparated to the Ministry.

"Do you know what tomorrow is, Mione?" Draco asked.

"Of course, it's our 7th wedding anniversary! How could I ever forget?" his wife replied, smiling sweetly up at him.

They continued to stare dreamily into each other's eyes until Hermione's secretary whisked her away. Draco grumbled and Apparated to his own office in the company he owned.

There was a knock on Hermione's door. "Come in." she said, not even glancing up from her paperwork to see who it was.

"Hey! Herms!"

Hermione recognized that voice. She finally looked up, to see her redheaded best friend, Ronald Weasley, along with his 3 year-old daughter, Bonnie and her Muggle mother, Victoria.

"Ron, Vicky! Oh, how wonderful to see you guys!" Hermione said, standing up from her chair to hug Ron and his wife, whom she had not seen for a long time.

"Hey!" Bonnie said, stomping her foot and frowning.

"Don't worry, Bon. You didn't think I would forget you, did you? Come here and hug Aunty Mione."

Bonnie smiled and went over to hug her aunt, who crouched down so that she could be the same height as her niece.

"No hugs for us?" Harry Potter said; walking in to the room with his wife, Ginny, who, by the way, was carrying a five-month-old baby in her belly.

"Harry! Gin! What's with the surprise visit?" asked Hermione, astounded, releasing Bonnie from their hug and went to embrace her other two friends.

"Well," Ginny started. "We thought that since it was yours and Draco's wedding anniversary tomorrow, we would treat you for lunch and catch up with what's happening, since I bet that you and your husband will be doing a lot of exhausting things tomorrow, if you catch my drift." She finished with a wink.

Hermione could feel heat rising to her cheeks. "Oh, shut it, Gin. Anyway, where are you taking me for lunch?" She looked at the clock, and saw that it was almost 11:50 a.m.

"We decided to take you to that expensive French restaurant everyone is talking about." Victoria said.

"Are you kidding me, Vic? You guys are seriously taking me to Petit Paris?" asked Hermione, who was absolutely blown away.

Everyone in the room nodded.

"You people are the best friends I could ever have!" Hermione squealed, hugging each and every one, including Bonnie.

When they got to Petit Paris, someone from the staff walked up to them. "Can I help you?"

"Oh, yes please. Um, Harry Potter, table for six." Harry said.

"Of course. Please, follow me, Mr. Potter and guests."

Hermione gaped at her best friend. "You are paying for all of us?"

Harry chuckled. "No. Everybody here participated, even little Bonnie."

Bonnie smiled hugely at them.

They reached their table, which was in the middle of the huge restaurant, and took their seats.

Whispers could be heard from everywhere. Hermione could hear some parts, like, "Isn't that Harry Potter?" "It is!" "Hey! That's Draco's wife, Hermione, right?"

Hermione blushed. She wasn't used to being the centre of attention. Well, actually, she kind of is. It started when she announced publicly that she was engaged to Draco, just a few years ago. That news was on the paper for weeks! Hermione couldn't blame them. Who would've thought that two people, who absolutely hated each other's guts, end up together? Even more so, a Slytherin and Gryffindor, getting married! Ha! Hermione thought back to that day when she finally told the whole world that she would be marrying none other than, Draco Malfoy, who was once her childhood enemy.

"Are you sure you want to do this alone, Mione?" Draco asked his fiancée worriedly.

Hermione put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, Draco. I know what I'm doing and I'm definitely sure I can do this alone. I don't want to be putting any more stress on you. Anyway, I've got to get to that interview now. I have only 30 minutes left."

Draco sighed, knowing that it was no use arguing with Hermione. He finally bid her goodbye and wished her luck. Then, he went back to his work.

Meanwhile, Hermione Apparated to the building in where she would be having her live interview in about –she checked her watch- 20 minutes. When she got there, she was greeted by some members of the staff of the show and she smiled warmly at them. She was a bit nervous, but the staff told her that she was going to be absolutely fine, which calmed her down a little. And right the people of the staff were, she wasn't just fine during the interview, she didn't even stutter a single word! The show went smoothly and by the time she was out of the building, reporters and paparazzi were crowding her. She was lucky that she got out of there safely and was glad to be back in her and Draco's cosy flat.

"Hermione, Earth to Hermione!" Ginny snapped a finger in Hermione's face. Her friend looked like she was some silly teenager who was daydreaming.

Hermione snapped back into reality. "Huh? Wha-"

"You were daydreaming, I suppose. But anyway, we should start eating. The food here looks absolutely delish!" Victoria said, almost drooling, just looking at the food on the table.

Ron excitedly nodded his head in agreement. "Bloody hell. I'm starving!"

Hermione looked pointedly at the redhead. "Ronald, watch your language. There is a child here with us."

Ron smiled sheepishly at her.

Harry quietly laughed at his two best friends. "We should start eating. But first, Bonnie, why don't you lead the prayer before meals?"

Bonnie nodded happily.

ooo

"Oh! Oh! I remember that time when Ron had to strip all his clothes off for the whole day outside, leaving him only in his boxers!" Hermione laughed out loud.

Harry snorted. "I remember that, too. We were playing Truth or Dare, right?"

Hermione nodded, while the tip of Ron's ears went red. "Shut it, you two. That was our very last day at Hogwarts. You only live once, you know."

The table was filled with happiness and laughter, not one of them knowing that it would be their last day of spending these kind of good times with Hermione. No one even thought about what would happen the next day. No one knew that Hermione would forget them, forget the happy times they spent together for the last few years, forget everything except her past life.

A.N. Did you get the part about Ron stripping (read my other fic., "Truth or Dare")? Oh, and the YOLO thing? If you did, well, I shall give you some imaginary cookies. Cherish 'em or I'll eat them. R&R, please!