Title: Forgotten and Remembered

A/N: There's not much dialogue but it will get more interesting as it goes on. I hope you like the story still. Oh and this is not my first story to post but it is my first Harry Potter fic. PLEASE REVIEW. I'm quite shy when it comes to letting people read my writings. Read reviews will boost my confidence and assure me that my writing doesn't suck. So, on with the story!

Disclaimer: Oh, woe is me, woe is me. I do not own the Harry Potter characters. I only own Alexander and Ryanne (REY-anne).

Chapter 1:

Muggle America

The night was frozen, the February wind harsh and cold. Beautiful snowflakes fluttered from the black sky, making a blanket of snow lay upon the ground. It was 7:16 at Barnes & Nobles, a popular bookstore in the small Iowa town.

Hermione Granger stood at the counter of the muggle bookstore. She was waiting for 7:30 to come so she could get off shift.

Hermione watched a group of friends walked into the bookstore, two boys and a girl in the middle, laughing and talking. She felt a small pang in her chest. She missed Harry and Ron. As well as all her other friends; Ginny, Luna, Neville, Lavender. She missed the Order, the meetings

Sure, Hermione enjoyed living in the Muggle world, it was refreshing. But she missed the wizarding world too. It had been 5 long years since she last 'visited' the Wizarding world and 4 years since she lost contact with her old life.

She didn't remember anything that happened her seventh year. Nothing. All she remembered were the first 16 years of her life and the years after she lost her memory.

She knew that she was fighting in the war against Voldemort and got hit with the Obliviate hex. The spell left her standing in the middle of the battlefield, unsure of what to do. Luckily Luna Lovegood, who had seen what happened, spotted her. Luna apperated Hermione to Number 12 Grimmauld Place and went back to finish the war.

Hermione went to hide in the States after she was released three days later. She continued to help the Order and Harry whenever they needed her, but eventually she stopped responding to their calls. She decided to stay in the muggle world and never returned to the Wizarding world.

Now she was a 22-year-old 'muggle' working at a muggle bookshop in the states. She was aware that the war was still going strong throughout London between the Light and Dark sides.

She was interrupted in her thinking when the trio came up to the counter. She gave them the books and watched as they left, pulling their coats up to protect themselves from the cold February blast.

Hermione sighed and put her head in her hands. She looked up when the bell rang again on the door.

She saw a child enter. It was a young boy with the hood of his black Levi brand jacket over his head. Snow dusted the head and shoulders. His black pants were wet at the bottom, partly covering his worn black shoes. Seconds later a girl entered as well. She too was wearing a jacket, the pink hood tossed over her hair. She wore gloves on her hands, unlike the boy. Also unlike the boy, the girl was more into the Valentine's Day spirit. She had on a long red skirt with white hearts on it. It showed only the top of her black boots.

The girl began to unzip her jacket. She lifted her small hands and pulled the hood down.

Hermione held back a gasp. The girl had her hair scrunched up under the hood and when she shook her head a tangle of dark chocolate curls fell, cascading down her back and over her shoulders. She had piercing silvery blue crystal eyes that had been hidden under the hood. She flicked them around the room. Hermione noticed how the bright blue eyes and dark brown hair contrasted the girl's paleish skin. Her cheeks were rosy from being outside and her face lit up when she saw all the bookshelves.

Hemione's gaze moved to the boy. He simply shook his head and the black hood fell back. Hermione couldn't hold in her shocked gasp this time.

The boy had the same striking silver blue eyes as the girl, filled with warmth. His white-blonde strands of hair were bright under the lights. The hair flopped about lazily. Even though he stood with the proper stature, there was still that childish nature in him.

He looked about the same age as the girl. The two children were about the same height and had the same facial structure, though one more girly than the next.

Hermione stepped away from the counter and watched as the boy went to join the girl who was browsing a bookcase. Hermione stared at him in awe. He looked familiar. The boy looked like...a younger version of Draco Malfoy.

As soon as that thought crossed her mind the door rang and in stepped the ferret himself.

'Speak of the freaking devil,' Hermione thought sardonically. 'Look who it is.'

Draco Malfoy walked farther inside and Hermione saw his silvery blue eyes scan the room. The familiar light blonde hair fell into his eyes like the boy's. He was taller and more muscular then she remembered.

Her jaw dropped as she put the pieces together.

She was shocked. 'Oh... wow...he's-' Her thoughts were cut off by Draco.

"Hello? Can I have some assistance please?" He asked politely, much to Hermione's surprise. She expected a demand for help, not a please.

Hermione watched as he raked a hand through his hair, looking for the two children. Something on his finger caught the light. A ring. Hermione shook her head.

'Draco Malfoy is married... with kids!? Oh, that poor woman. I bet his kids are "mudblood" hating, future Death Eaters, just like him!' She thought, peevishly.

She felt her shoulder hit something and realized she had darted behind a bookcase. She laughed inwardly at her stupidity.

Hermione stepped out from behind the bookcase to face her worst enemy. She let out a breath and steeled her features as she walked towards him. Malfoy had turned away from the door; his back now facing the spot she hid at. The girl and boy were beside him, both silent.

Draco must have heard her footsteps because he sighed, likely thinking it was someone different. "Ryanne, what did I t-" Malfoy started but stopped abruptly when he turned around, the word 'tell' hang halfway off his tongue.

The book dropped with a thump.

"Hermione..." He whispered, eyes wide.

"Hello...sir... how may I help you with anything?" Hermione said through clenched teeth as she approached. There was a sickly sweet essence about her tone that made the blonde man flinch.

"Uh..." He started but never finished. He saw her walking closer to him. Draco looked down at his son and daughter and back at Hermione. He cleared his throat. "Um...Rey, Al...why don't you go look over there?"

"Yes, daddy." They chimed, heading towards the kids' section.

Once they were out of earshot Draco stepped closer to Hermione.

For a couple minutes, neither of them made a move, taking the minutes to study each other. Hermione noticed the pale face, the pink frowning lips. There were rosy spots on his cheeks, like his daughter's, from the cold wind. The blonde hair was shiny and healthy. Through the clothes he wore she could see a strong muscular body.

'Quidditch works wonders,' she thought.

The thing that captivated her most though, were his eyes. She saw the new emotion passing through his gaze.

Hermione noticed that his eyes were shining with more silver than blue. They were soft and gentle, unlike the cold hard glare she grew up with. She saw that bags and dark circles were under his eyes. As if he hadn't slept in forever. A small frown graced his features. From the frown she guessed Draco was studying her as well.

And she was right.

To be continued...

A/N: Don't yell at me!! I know, HORRIBLE place to stop but I have to leave for self-defense classes soon. Eh, sorry that it's sooooo short. I just hope it wasn't rushed or confusing towards the end. I should have the next part up soon. Don't you want to know what Draco's thinking, or what's going to happen with the kids? If you do, you'll find out if you just REVIEW!! I'll accept anything, a small 'good' or even anonymous reviews. Just PLEASE REVEIW!! Good bye for now.

Skye