This is a Dramione (DracoxHermione) story. It's set in 2002 under the assumption that both Hermione and Ron & Draco and Astoria are only dating, not yet married. I have and am doing extensive research on everything, everyone, and everywhere I write about in this story because I want this fanfic to be as real as a fanfic can possibly get. It also includes my headcanon that Hermione is black, just so everyone is aware and doesn't get confused if I ever describe her/her skin.

I have this first chapter finished and am currently working on the second one. It took me at least a week to write this first one, with what little free time I get in life/school, so I will update with chapters as frequently as I can, but I cannot give a strict schedule as of yet. Please enjoy what I have for the time being.

Harry Potter, the Harry Potter Universe, and all it's related characters and locations belong to Miss J.K. Rowling

All the made up characters and locations (such as Hermione's flat) belong to me

P.S. making up silly wizard names for old wizard people is fun

Memorable

Chapter One

It was a gnome infestation. Astoria had warned me about firing the gardener, but at this point it was too late. How was that old man going to stop gnomes? They'd bite his head off. Anyways, the gnome infestation is what lead me to the ministry of magic and one Hermione Granger's office. I stared at the name plaque on the door and mustered up the courage to knock. It had been five years since we had seen each other, how much of a grudge could she hold?

"Come in," the all-business tone came from the other side of the cloudy glass set in the heavy, dark stained wood.

I turned the doorknob and walked in, preparing myself for her reaction. She looked up and I saw the flash of recognition register through her eyes. I gave a sheepish smile, standing before her awkwardly.

"Draco Malfoy," she sounded like she almost didn't believe it, "it's been a long time…" I nodded.

She coughed awkwardly, shuffling some papers on her desk. I glanced away, my eyes catching sight of her arm, the word 'MUDBLOOD' etched in angry, scarred letters. I cringed slightly.

"What brings you here?" her words pulled me out of my daze as she pulled her sleeve farther down. I looked back at her face and cleared my throat.

"I've got a gnome infestation at the manor. I was hoping you could send someone out to take care of it?" I informed her and she nodded. She scribbled something down, addressing me as she folded the paper into a little airplane and used magic to send it on its way.

"That isn't my division here, but, yes, I'll see if I can have someone out there by the end of the week," she looked back up at me, "did you need anything else?"

Before I could tell her no, a large explosion went off.

~oOo~

I was thrown against a wall by the explosion, but was luckily unharmed. Hermione on the other hand… She was collapsed on the ground, unmoving. I rushed over to her side and supported her head in my lap, calling for help loudly.

My watch was shattered in the blast, so I don't know exactly how long it took for someone to find us but eventually someone did. A worker from St. Mungo's managed to open the door in against the debris and found us. I helped him carry Hermione out and was required to stay by her all the way to the hospital.

We were finally separated when Hermione was taken away to the spell damage ward and I was pulled aside by a healer in the reception area.

"Excuse me," I began, rubbing my temples, "what the hell happened?"

The mediwizard sighed before answering my question. "The Ministry was attacked by Dark Lord Sympathizers. They used magic bombs, untraceable once they went off, but only the one on the third level did any damage. It affected half of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, and the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. You're lucky you're unharmed." I nodded in response.

"I thought the Aurors had captured all the Death Eaters," I said.

"It wasn't Death Eaters. Some suspect an old family from the Sacred Twenty-Eight that didn't have a turnaround from the war."

I ran my hand through my hair. "Do you have parchment? Owls? I need to contact my girlfriend." The healer nodded.

~oOo~

I finished writing Astoria an explanation and had sent the owl off when another healer approached me.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy?" I turned towards him. "My name is Epimeter Primwell. I'm the apprentice in the spell damage ward Miss Hermione Granger was taken to…"

"Yes, what about it?"

"We need you to come see her. It's of dire importance."

I pursed my lips, sighed, and then nodded, following along.

The fourth floor help two wards; the regular spell damage ward and the locked Janus Thickey Ward for permanent residents. I remember my Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was sent their at the end of my second year. Bad case of oblivious, I heard. Epimeter led me through the regular ward until we came to a cot with the curtain pulled closed around it.

A much older healer stood just outside, looking around. He had wispy silver hair that stuck out at all angles around his face and deep set brown eyes. His wrinkles showed both age and intelligence. His penetrating gaze landed on me and stopped, I nearly didn't approach him.

"Epimeter, is this?"

"Yes. Orthan, this is Draco Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy, this is Orthan Rumwall. He runs the spell damage ward and is taking care of Miss Granger. He's the best in the business."

"Quite right. Have been for nearly one hundred and five years."

I rolled my eyes impatiently. "That's all well and good, but what does this have to do with me and Hermione?" I directed my question at the elder Mediwizard, Orthan.

"You see, Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger sustained great memory loss from the accident. Luckily she remembers her name and that she is a witch, but things like her job and relationships have slipped. As she awoke, though, she said your name."

I blinked at him in utter confusion. "No. She wouldn't."

"She did."

"Why?"

"We're not sure," Orthan said, "maybe because you were the last person who she spoke to. Really, there's no telling, but it was your name. Please, just speak to her."

I swallowed a lump in my throat and sighed. "Okay."

He pulled the curtain aside and I saw her. Her hair was a frazzled mess, worse than it had ever been when we were younger, and her cocoa skin was discoloured from bruises. Her plump lips were split and swollen in an ugly, painful way. Her eyes were softly closed.

"Miss Granger," Epimeter prompted and her honey coloured eyes fluttered open, "you have a visitor."

She looked at me for a few seconds and I was sure she didn't recognize me, but then her full lips formed the syllables of my downfall.

"Draco… Malfoy…" Her hoarse voice whispered.

"Hello, Hermione…" I replied awkwardly.

She reached out to me before her weak arm trembled and fell back against the bedsheets. She coughed.

Orthan pulled me away from her. "We'll let you rest, dear," he told her. "Mr. Malfoy," he spoke to me as Epimeter closed the bed curtain back around Hermione, "we have a big task to place upon you, if you'll accept."

"What is it?" I asked as worry crept into my conscious.

"Orthan wanted to move her to the Janus Thickey Ward…" Epimeter began, "but I reminded him that this sort of memory loss isn't magical, and simple potions and spells can't reverse it, it didn't seem appropriate…"

"Okay?" I still had no idea what he was getting at.

Orthan sighed. "She remembers you. Epimeter suggested you stay with her to help her recover."

"What?!" I asked, "I can't-"

"Mr. Malfoy, please." The younger healer pleaded. I bit my lip, staring between the two for several long seconds.

"Oh, Bloody Hell… Fine," I sighed. "I'll need to speak with my girlfriend, first, though."

"No problem, she's here." Another new voice interjected. It belonged to a much younger, female Mediwizard. She was probably mine or Hermione's age, which Epimeter was nearly sixty and Orthan was probably well over one hundred. "Demelle Ovesby. Follow me and you and Miss Greengrass can speak."

"Thank you…" I said with one last glance back at Hermione's hospital bed.

~oOo~

"Draco," Astoria said in relief as I walked into the tearoom. I grasped her tan arms with my very pale hands and pulled her close to myself. "I'm so glad you're okay…"

"I am, too…" I pulled away and kissed her softly.

Demelle cleared her throat quietly. "Mr. Malfoy."

"Huh? Oh, right…" I suddenly remembered the urgency of the situation at hand. "Astoria, someone else was injured in the explosion."

"Who? Someone we know?" she asked, brows furrowed in worry and confusion.

"Hermione Granger," I put up a hand as Astoria gasped, The Golden Trio still celebrities years later, "she lost her memory. The healers want me to help her and take care of her until she recovers…"

"Oh, of course! You have to, Draco," she insisted, "do whatever you need to help."

"You're okay with that?" I asked.

"Yes, Draco. You need to help her."

I smiled. "Alright."

~oOo~

"You can prepare tonight and take her home in the morning," Epimeter told me. I was going to have to stay with Hermione at her flat for however long it took her memory to return, which could take months…

~oOo~

"It's despicable, Draco!" I groaned as my father began to lecture me over dinner.

"It's the proper thing to do," I countered, stabbing at my peas, "Astoria agrees."

"Astoria," my father scoffed. "I was proud to hear you had gotten yourself a Greengrass, a family still prideful on the Sacred Twenty-Eight, but that girl has been nothing but trouble for you. You're beginning to sound like a blood traitor!"

My mother stopped him, trying to fix the argument in her own, flawed way. "Draco, really, dear, she's a muggleborn-" I quickly cut her off, though.

"Really, Mother? I guess I missed that. I guess I didn't see the word 'MUDBLOOD' carved into her arm. Wait, yes I did. Our family labeled her well enough to know years ago," I stood from my spot at the dinner table, "you defected from the Dark Lord, you escaped time in Azkaban unlike Aunt Bella, if I can even consider her an aunt anymore, but still you act like bloody pricks! Blood status doesn't matter! Hermione Granger is an astounding witch and I'm going to help her," I bellowed.

"Draco, please-"

"OUT!"