A/N: Hello everyone~~ just a little something I've been working on, it will be a bit longer than a oneshot but no longer than a few chapters I expect. Let me know what you think and I'll keep adding ^.^
She sat quietly on the London underground, reading her book silently and keeping to herself. That is until a blonde haired man stumbled into the compartment rather loudly and clumsily. Brushing himself off, he sat two rows away from her. But she hardly noticed that. She went back to her book and calmly flipped the pages, drowning in her own little world.
What was curious was that this continued to happen day after day. Finally, on the 9th day or so, she rested her book on her lap, making sure to keep its page locked in her memory so as to get back to it. She wanted to get a good look at the man who entered. As they approached the next stop, a hoard of people entered and exited like one continuous wave.
The blonde haired man entered, rather flustered, looking all around him. As his eyes found hers they locked in a bizarre sort of way. Both rapidly looked away out of sheer embarrassment. She returned to her book, cheeks reddening, as he found his way to his seat.
He looked oddly familiar to her. But for some reason she could not seem to remember. Perhaps they had met at school? No, that was impossible, she concluded upon scanning her memories again and again.
Draco silently stared at the girl reading her book on the underground. Did she really not remember anything? He silently cursed himself. Of course she didn't remember anything. Not after that terrible spell that had been cast her way during the war. Her parents had decided it best not to retrieve her old memories but to replace them with new ones. Something about the "scarring" effects of the war. Being wealthy they did it quite easily. But she deserved the right to her memories. She was entitled to remember...