Forget Me Not

A time when Hermione and Draco are 5 years old.

"Dwaco! Dwaco! Guess what?" exclaimed an excited little girl. She had wild, bushy hair that bounced as she walked, beautiful chocolaty brown eyes, and an adorable smile that could melt the North Pole.

"What is it! What is it!" exclaimed a bubbly young boy of the same age of the girl. He had astonishing hair, being so light blonde, it almost looked silver. His eyes were a mixture of a handsome blue and silver. And he had a face of pure innocence.

"I'm going to kinduhgawten! It sounds like so much fun! I can't wait!" said Hermione as she did a little dance which made the little boy laugh. "Hey! Stop laughing at me! Let's dance!" and with that she pulled him up so that now there were two five-year-olds dancing merrily.

"Enough of that now Draco, let's go inside now. I have something to discuss with you," came the voice of Draco's mother.

"Draco stopped dancing and nodded at his mom. "I have to go now Huh-Mee…I'll see you tomorrow though!" and with that he gave her a hug and went off inside.

Hermione smiled behind him and went off to her own house.

"But mommy!" protested young Draco.

"You mean mother," she replied sternly.

"Mother," said Draco without much enthusiasm.

"No Draco. We are moving according to your father, and that is that. No buts," she said, finishing the subject, and moving to finish packing the last of the household items with her wand. "And don't leave the house."

Draco sat in the corner with his arms crossed and started to cry. "No, I don't want to leave. They can't make me leave. I will miss Huh-Mee!"

Narcissa finished her packing and went to Draco.

"Darling, I know that you want to stay, but we are purebloods and it's best if we lived in a wizarding neighborhood," Narcissa said to try and convince him.

"But I don't cawre! I like muggles! Huh-Mee is a muggle and she is nice, and fun, and I wuv huh!" shouted Draco.

"Lucius!" called Narcissa.

"What is it Cissa. Really…I'm trying to pack up everything and you're here bickering with the boy. Honestly I can't seem to get any work done," sneered Lucius.

"Our son does not want to leave. He intends on staying so he can play with the muggle girl. He also claims to love her," said Narcissa with almost a snort.

"Well, as soon as I'm done, we'll leave. And when we get to the new house I will O-B-L-I-V-I-A-T-E the muggle girl out of his memory. There, does that solve our problem?" asked Lucius and went back to work without waiting for an answer.

Draco heard what his father had spelled.

My dad's kinduh stupid if he thinks I can't spell...thought Draco. But now I won't remember Huh-Mee when we move…Draco sighed.

"I know!" muttered Draco. He searched his backyard for a minute, looking for a certain flower. "Found it!"

"Found what?" asked Hermione, coming out of her own backdoor.

Draco carefully picked a pretty bunch of flowers and handed it to the girl, who looked at the boy, to the flowers, confusedly.

"They're flowuhs," said Draco, opening Hermione's hand and stuffing the flowers carefully into it.

"Of course they're flowuhs, Draco," said Hermione, rolling her eyes. "I gwow them in my own yawd for goodness sakes!"

"No, no. You don't get it," said Draco. "You see…My parent's awe making me move somewhere else." Draco sighed. "I don't know if I'll see you again...These flowuhs are called Fohget-Me-Not's. My mom told me about them. Well…keep them and don't forget about me," said Draco cheerfully. Then, he gave her a long hug, and went back inside.

"Fohget-Me-Not…" Hermioned whispered as she took in the detail of what was happening. She then went inside to cry, knewing that the person she liked best was never going to be in her life again.

Or so she thought.