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Please Don't Remember
Ginny/Draco
Rated R
There are many things I would rather be doing on a night like this. I should be enjoying myself. I should have gotten to graduate from Hogwarts. I should have gotten to go to school to become a medi-witch. I should have been celebrating winning the war. But sadly for me and for the rest of the wizarding world, these things didn't get to happen. I never got to go on a date with my childhood love. I never got to graduate. And, I never got to enjoy my adolescence. Tonight, I am staking out a death eater camp trying to gather information.
I am only nineteen now. I'm still a child. But, I have been forced to grow up pretty quickly. I don't have much family left. I have lost two brothers and my best friend. Fred and Percy died early in the war; at the end of my sixth year. Hermione died about eight months later. My brother, Ron, hasn't been the same since. None of us have. We have lost so much. Even Harry has changed. He couldn't defeat Voldemort that night, but he did manage to escape. He was badly wounded and couldn't fight for the longest time. He still hasn't seen battle. We, the people of the Order, are waiting for the opportune moment to plan our attack. Our numbers have dwindled, and we can ill afford to lose more.
It's cold tonight; dreadfully cold. It's December 11. The snow is so beautiful as it floats down to touch my face. I want to close my eyes and marvel in the feeling. I can remember the wonderful feeling of snow from my childhood and how it made me feel. I miss those days. Now all I do is go on missions to spy on the enemy. Most of the time, I am sent out alone. We hardly send more than one person out at a time, just in case of detection. I have to be extra careful since I am a girl, because if I am caught, they will do worse to me than kill me. There aren't many pureblood witches anymore…
The plan for tonight is for me to peek in this frosty glass all night and watch for suspicious behavior. I have extendable ears on so that I can hear even the smallest of whispers. Not much has happened; nothing I can make sense of. All I keep hearing is someone talking about a plan. I can't tell much about this plan, except that it isn't something that will show progress overnight. So, by my deductive reasoning, I'm assuming that it will take months for the death eaters to achieve. It's currently one in the morning; I have been out here for the past six hours. I am freezing, and although I am sure my fingers and toes are completely numb, I do enjoy this weather.
I decide that since there has been relatively no activity in the last six hours, I should head home. I'm getting very tired and it's not safe for me to apparrate if I let myself get anymore sleepy. I begin to sneak by the buildings to the alley I came in. There is so much debris and rubble; I have a good hiding spot for apparration. I hold my wand up, about to mutter the spell I need, when I hear a roaring boom. I turn around in time to see the explosion erupting from the building I was just staking. My eyes go wide at the enormous fire. I inhale sharply, running to the edge of the alley. My wand is ready in case of attack. I would rather die than be taken prisoner by death eaters.
I wait five minutes. Nothing has happened. All I can hear is a faint coughing and someone muttering unintelligible words. I squint my eyes sharply in search of this person. I begin to wonder if it is an order member that worried where I was. Panic overtakes me and I decide to run towards the smoke in search of the possibly wounded person. But I stop dead in my snowy tracks when I see a flash of white blonde hair lying face down on the ground.
Draco Malfoy's body is shivering and I can see him shaking with every cough. I know he is a death eater and I decide to leave him. I turn on my heel to run back to my safety and leave this place, but I stop when I hear him call out to me. I pivot on my spot, raise my eyes to view him, and see that his hand is outstretched towards me and he is looking at me with the most frightened eyes. I cock my head to the side in confusion.
"Please help me." He asks.
"Why should I help you?" I return. Why would he ask such a question of me?
"Please. I can't move."
"What happened to you?" I ask.
"I can't remember." He tells me. I want to turn away and leave him there to suffocate in the smoke, but the look in his eyes tells me that he is truthful and that he has no idea what has happened.
"What is your name?" I ask him to test his memory.
"I don't know."
Against my better judgment, I run the rest of the way to him and pull him to his feet. He slings an arm over my shoulders and starts to cough uncontrollably. I begin to tug him along towards the safe alley. We limp slowly, but deliberately and make it to the alley undetected. As I pull my wand out of my robe to apparrate us back to the Order, I can't help but wonder how Draco Malfoy lost his memory and how I was lucky enough to be the one that found him. I also wonder why no other death eaters have come outside…
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The girl of my dreams is a fiery vixen whom I have never met. This girl can't be anyone I have ever seen at school or through daily life. Surely I have never met her before. I see her walk through the hallways of the school in her petite uniform and my breath is taken away. Her glorious hair falls to the small of her back and is the color of crimson fire. Her legs are smooth and have a golden glow from minimum exposure to the sun. Her thighs are well defined from, my guess, quidditch. Her slim waist curves in the most delectable way that makes my mouth water. I trail my eyes up to her head as I watch her turn and smile at me. She has the most beautiful smile. Her eyes are so warm. They are this wonderful shade of honey and chocolate that can only be described as intoxicating. Her eyes close briefly and flutter back open as she faces forward again. I begin to wonder who this angel is and how I have never met her before.
"Ginny Weasley, you know you have to wear your matching house tie with your uniform! Go put it on this instant." A grey-haired female professor scolds this girl. Her cheeks flame pink as she turns around and walks my way. Her face has changed from a jovial expression to a sullen one. She brushes past me and glances into my eyes. I wonder if she can see the desire in them. She tilts her head down and begins to jog, hugging her books tightly to her breast. I feel inside me a feeling of disgust towards this girl, but I can't understand why. I don't understand how such a goddess as Ginny Weasley could bring forth these feelings of disdain. She is beautiful.
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"Wake up, Draco. We are safe now. Can you sit up?" I ask him. I'm shaking his shoulders gently hoping to rouse him.
"Beautiful." He says as he opens his eyes to me. I'm slightly shocked and confused, but I take it as a continued sign of his memory loss because Draco Malfoy would never tell Ginny Weasley she is beautiful.
"I performed a healing charm on you while you were sleeping. I also cleaned you up a little bit. How are you feeling?" I inquired.
"Is your name Ginny?" He asks me. My eyebrows rise because he shouldn't know my name if he has suffered from a memory loss charm.
"Why do you ask that?"
"I had a dream about you. We were walking down a hallway toward each other and you got in trouble for not wearing a tie. Was that real? The professor called you Ginny Weasley." He told me. I thought for a moment and remembered that occurrence. Professor McGonagall had gotten on to me for not wearing my tie that day.
"Yes, my name is Ginny Weasley and that wasn't a dream. That was a memory. I wonder why you remembered that…" I pondered to myself.
"Well, I probably remembered that moment because you must be my girlfriend." He announced. I looked at him for a moment and then burst into laughter. The thought was preposterous!
"We are more like mortal enemies. You and I hate each other. You may not remember it now, but you have tried to kill me or members of my family more times than I would like to count." I corrected him.
"If we are enemies, then why did you save me?"
"Because I am human. I may hate you and we may be enemies, but I believe in helping the helpless. I couldn't leave you there in good conscience. I have a heart unlike you." I told as I snubbed my nose at him.
"You helped me only after you thought I was harmless."
"I said I'm human, not stupid." I amended.
"Good point. So, please explain what is going on. Why are we enemies?" He asked.
"It would be easier to start with what you do know. Tell me what you know about yourself and our world. I'll fill in the gaps after that."
"I know I am a wizard. I know how to do spells. I know I have a mother and a father, but I am unsure who they are. I know I attended Hogwarts and that I was a Slytherin. I know we are in a war. But that's about all I know." He confessed.
"Well, I am part of the Order. The Order are the good guys. Harry Potter is our hero; the only one that can defeat your Lord. My father is the leader of the Order. I have six brothers; two of them are dead. You and I went to school together, but we have never been friends. You always taunted me. I am a year younger than you, so that makes you twenty. You are part of the death eaters. They are the bad guys. Your leader is Lord Voldemort. He is very, very evil. Your father is his second in command, so, naturally, you are third in command. You are a very bad man to my knowledge as well. I have heard horrible stories about you. I don't even want to tell you how bad." I began. He looked at me with shock and just shook his head.
"I am a bad guy and you are a good guy. I don't want to be bad. Can't I just start over and be good since I can't remember anything anyways?" He asked. I considered this.
"I don't know if it is that simple. Firstly, the Order would have to grant your life since you are a known death eater. Secondly, you would need to be checked for curses so we know you are telling the truth. And, thirdly, someone would have to train you. I don't even know how to tell my family that I saved you!"
"I trust you, Ginny. I am sure you will think of a way to help me." He offered.
"What makes you think I want to help you?" I asked.
"You said you are a good guy, right? Then, that means you like to help people. So, help me." He definitely had a good point.
"I'll see what I can do, Draco Malfoy."
"My name is Draco Malfoy?" He asked for affirmation.
"Yes." I answered.
"Ginny, what the fuck is he doing here?" I turned my gaze to my brother, Ron, and my mouth fell open. I didn't hear him come into the room. I was trying to form a sentence in my head to explain tonight's events, but the only word I could think of was not appropriate.
Shit.
