Author's Note: Just a fun one-shot to get my creative mind flowing! Thanks to Lizzie from Dramione FanFiction Forum on Facebook for the prompt suggestion! I couldn't get it out of my head! I hope you enjoy this!

Disclaimer: All non-original characters, plot points, and information belongs to J.K. Rowling. The title, The cover photo was found on Google. The story plot and dialogue belongs to me. I do not write for profit.

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#SuggestionSunday Prompt: Must contain Dramione as the#OTPwith either Blaise or Theo cameo and the spell Obliviate

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Make Me Forget

The wall exploded above him, sending bits and pieces of rock and rubble cascading all around, forcing him to be thrown forward. Landing on his stomach, Draco ignored the way his knees stung from the impact. Taking only a brief minute before shoving himself to his feet, Draco had only one thought in his mind as the battle raged on around him. "Get to Hermione. Get to Hermione before the Dark Lord can." Resuming his unrelenting running, Draco's shoes slapped angrily against the cold, concrete floor, the sound echoing off the walls even louder than the beating of his heart.

Chocking the handle of his wand between sweat slick fingers, Draco breathed a sigh of relief as the Room of Requirement finally came into view. He didn't know if she'd gone back in there, but he had to try. Putting an extra burst of speed into his running, he reached the stretch of hallway quickly. Immediately, he closed his eyes, fighting to control his heavy breathing as he tried to tell the Room exactly what he needed the most…

When his icy, blue eyes opened and the wall was resolutely unchanged; Draco growled, the sound animalistic, and shot a 'Reducto' at the blasted thing. The spell merely bounced off causing Draco to duck quickly before having his blonde hair singed off the top of his head. Getting ready to try to gain access to the Room again, Draco ground his teeth together, fully aware that the battle sounds were coming closer, and the castle was starting to groan as if in protest of the damage being done to its exterior. Just as his eyes were closing, he heard a scuffling sound, and someone gasp.

Pointing his wand towards the commotion, Draco was surprised to discover Blaise was hurrying down the hallway towards him, and dragging someone behind him as well. Flicking his head so that his hair moved out of his eyes, Draco narrowed his eyes and stalked towards his longtime friend. The insufferable git was supposed to be far from here by now. They'd already dealt with Potter and lost the diadem, what could possibly be wrong now?

"Blaise," he seethed. "What the bloody hell are you doing back here? You're supposed to be off helping keep our idiot classmates alive." He gestured angrily towards the stairs with the hand not gripping his borrowed wand, hoping his dark-skinned friend hasn't completely lost sight of their goal. Blaise waited until he was right in front of Draco before he spoke up, giving the fair-haired wizard a chance to take in the blood stains that now mixed in with the singed bits of his robes.

"I couldn't very well let you run off on your own, now could I?" Smiling, his pristine teeth lighting up his dark face, Blaise tilted his head to the side before continuing. "Especially, since I found what you were looking for trying to scurry off to who knows where."

Face crumpling in confusion, Draco took in the person Blaise had been pulling along, only then recognizing that frizzy mop of hair and almond shaped, brown eyes. Wand arm dropping, all the air rushed out of Draco's chest in a gust, causing Hermione Granger's fringe to flutter about her forehead. Tentatively, Draco's eyes flickered to Blaise temporarily before returning to her frightened face. He opened his mouth to deny the implied accusation, but his friend snorted and shoved Hermione forward into Draco's awaiting arms.

"I'm not daft, Draco. You don't have to pretend with me. I've known about the two of you for years." Stepping back and taking a defensive stance, Blaise gestured between the Slytherin Prince and Gryffindor Princess. "Get on with it—we don't have much time before we're all expected to be elsewhere for the final showdown."

Nodding once, Draco turned to Hermione, gripping her roughly by the shoulders. "Hermione we don't have much time. We have to wipe your memory, of me—of us. Do you understand?"

Shakily, Hermione reached up to trail her fingers down the pointed cheekbones of her lover. She smiled sadly, as if she knew no matter what she was about to say, it wouldn't make a difference in what had to be done. "No…Draco, we can't. I don't want to forget you. I don't want to forget what we have. I love you."

Draco closed his eyes, pain reverberating in his chest from the words she spoke. I love you. She'd never said that to him before. He wanted so desperately to say the words back to her, but he couldn't. Not now. Not when he was about to rip everything they'd ever shared from her memories. Shaking his head, lips pursed, he sighed heavily through his nose. "You know what we have to do. We've discussed this before. If Voldemort wins…neither of us can remember the other. It's too dangerous."

Shoving him away, Hermione yelled, her eyes narrowed. "Harry's going to beat him! What do we do then? Just go about our daily lives aching for someone we can't even remember? That's not the type of life I want to live. I can't do that! I'll take my chances." She was crying now, hot, angry tears streaming down her dirtied cheeks. His heart breaking even further, Draco shuffled forward, pulling her hastily into his arms once more.

"I don't want to do it either, but I promise you, Hermione, as soon as this is all over, and we're safe once more; we'll find each other again. I promise." Dropping his forehead to rest against hers, he allowed her hands to tangle in his Fiend-Fire singed robes and breathed in her scent, trying to relax himself enough for what was to come. Leaning back slightly, Draco placed a tender kiss upon her forehead before meeting the dark eyes of Blaise over her head, who nodded once, answering the unspoken question in his eyes. With that settled, he pulled away completely so he could look into Hermione's face. "Are you ready?"

"No, but I don't really have a choice, right?" Smirking at the stubbornness that bubbled to the surface of her statement, Draco sighed.

"We do not." He was just about to move away, when the tenacious Gryffindor threw herself into his arms, nearly causing him to topple over. Blaise was unable to hold in the snort as Draco attempted to right himself and his lover. She hugged him fiercely, her warmth radiating outward and sinking into his chilled body. "What was that for?"

Releasing her embrace, Hermione stepped back and smoothed out her rumpled clothing and wiped the remaining tears from her face. "I just wanted to hold you in my arms one last time." Her eyes glittered with unshed tears as Draco observed her, the words she'd spoken blanketing him and making his heart ache like Sectumsempra all over again. Inhaling deeply, he swallowed roughly before extending a hand towards her.

"Come here." The request was barely a whisper, the words grating against the back of his throat. She tumbled forward into his awaiting arms, her head tilting up just as his lips tipped down to capture hers in an unrelenting kiss. It was full of passion and tears, from both involved, and it left Draco breathless in a way he would remember forever. When they finally broke apart, both panting, Draco mumbled directions for her to remember before gently pushing her away, ready to move forward with their plan.

Hermione, choking back tears, took a shuddering breath before nodding her head solemnly. Slowly, she turned so that her back was facing the two Slytherin's, ready to run into battle once the spell was cast. Gripping his wand, Draco pointed his wand at the back of her frizzy haired head. His hand wobbled slightly as all the times they were together these past seven years flashed before his eyes. Struggling to keep his emotions at bay, Draco steadied his arm as best as possible and uttered the dreaded spell that would make her forget all the reasons she loved him. As the spell took hold of her mind, Hermione took off running, back to Potter and Weasley and the battle that was raging around them. She never once looked back. She'd forgotten him. She'd forgotten them.

Stepping out of the shadows where he'd been waiting, Blaise placed a reassuring hand on Draco's shoulder. "It's for the best, mate." Wetting his chapped lips, Draco nodded in agreement before turning to face his friend. Canting his head in question, Blaise asked Draco. "What were you whispering to her after you snogged?"

"I told her, that in a years' time, if Voldemort was gone and everything was safe, she should come back here and meet me by the Black Lake." Draco averted his eyes then so Blaise wouldn't see the tears there.

"How is she going to remember to do that?"

"It was the one thing I didn't take from her. She won't know who she's meeting or why, but she'll know to come." Lifting his head, Draco shrugged his shoulders. "I promised her I'd find her, and I will."

"That's deep."

"Shove it." Chuckling darkly, Draco aimed his attentions on his friend, nearly causing Blaise to flinch under the intensity of the stare. "Now, I need you to take my memories of Hermione, Blaise. I need you to take everything she and I have ever had together—except that last part. I need to remember that."

"I can do that, mate. No problem."

As Blaise nodded and stepped forward, his wand raised and pointed at Draco's forehead, the blonde-haired wizard hoped that Potter won this blasted war so that Hermione wouldn't have to unknowingly yearn for someone she couldn't even remember. Closing his eyes to fight off the terror of losing his memories of the woman he loved, Draco exhaled, trying to calm his nerves. A chill ran down his spine as the sounds of the battle inside and outside the castle seemed to intensify. With one last burst of courage, Draco commanded Blaise to do the spell. Clenching his hands into fists, he whispered, "Make me forget."

"Obliviate."