Authors Note: Full Summary-"Obliviate," he whispered. When Hermione wakes up one morning with a husband she doesn't remember and twelve years of her life missing, how will she react and how will she cope? Especially as she learns important information of her life that she can't remember. Will Draco Malfoy be able to restore the memories of the woman he loves, are are those memories lost forever. Either way, he's not walking away from her without a fight, he'll make her love him again if it's the last thing he does. "Obliviate," he whispered, pointing his wand at the sleeping figure of Hermione snuggled with her husband. When he was finished performing the spell he tiptoed to the balcony from which he entered, careful not to wake the couple. He disapparated away, happy with what he accomplished that night after trying to break through the wards for twelve years. 000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 Her eyelids fluttered open. The first thing she saw was a Gryffindor red ceiling, that didn't surprise her, she was a Gryffindor after all. She was shocked however to find herself in dark green pajamas- long flannel pants and a tank top. Hermione tried to stay away from her rival house's colors. She passed it off as a minor memory lapse between last night and this morning, and tried to fall asleep again to have a little more rest. Her efforts proved to be futile when a very pale arm wrapped around her body. She froze. "Morning sweetheart," the body mumbled. She became further paralyzed when she realized the voice was one she could recognize anywhere. One that taunted her in her younger years endlessly. She jumped out of bed. "Malfoy! What are you doing in the same bed as me?" He had the nerve to smirk. "Well you see love, when two people are married…" he didn't get to finish his sentence due to being interrupted by the brunnette. "Married?! You must be mental, there is no way I would marry a ferret such as yourself!" He dropped the smirk that was gracing his face, and his eyes flashed with hurt, but was soon overruled with an obvious concern for the girl. "Hermione, are you ok? Did you bump your head or something?" She was puzzled by this new side of Draco Malfoy. He was seeming to sound concerned for her well being. "I'm fine," she snapped, but instantly regretted it. "Sorry, that's not like me to snap at people." She spent a couple seconds to scan the room with her eyes, to find out she didn't recognize any of it. Her eyes fell on her wand on the bedside table and she exhaled with relief, this wasn't some sick form of hostage. Hermione continued to talk, "I just don't know why I woke up next to a mortal enemy who hates muggleborns like myself." He hesitated a bit before speaking, worry lacing his words, "Enemy? We've been married for twelve years Hermione." She gaped at him.