Chapter 2: Too Much
Hermione took a deep breath. She slowly opened her eyes and glanced at the person next to her. But then her eyes flew open in absolute horror as she tried her hardest to scoot to the edge of the bed to get away but failed as a result of pain.
"Hermione, what are you doing? Just lay still," said Draco confused as he reached for her again.
"Stay away from me! You probably even did this to me! Why are you even here? So you could put me under again?" shouted Hermione at Draco in her still raspy voice.
"What…?" asked Draco.
"And why the hell did you call me love? I'm not your love nor will I ever be! What have you done to me?" she still shouted at him.
Draco felt a slash through his heart as he Hermione looked around the room frantically. What was wrong with her?
"Harry! Get him out! Why are you letting him anywhere near me? Or anywhere near you for that matter?" asked Hermione, her voice slowly returning.
"What?" asked Harry confused.
"Oh Merlin's beard," said Ginny catching on, "Hermione what's the last thing you remember?"
Hermione stopped and paused for a moment. She couldn't remember anything. She was drawing a complete blank.
"I don't remember anything but it's probably because Malfoy did something to me. Didn't you?" she turned and glared at Draco.
Draco slowly stood up and looked at Harry and Ginny, "I'll be right back. I'll talk to the healer."
Draco left and numbly went to the healer's desk.
"Is there something you need, Mr. Malfoy?" asked the healer.
"Yes. My wife is awake, but… she… she doesn't remember anything. Including me. It sounds like she only remembers things from our old school days," he stumbled out.
"I apologize. I did not expect that from Mrs. Malfoy. Her mind is so sharp I didn't think this would happen to her," said the healer.
"Is there anything you can do?" asked Draco.
"Just keep talking to her, try to help her along and get her to remember. Amnesia is just temporary. She should be back to normal soon, but I guess now I have to warn you that amnesia sometimes lasts longer than a few days. But I guess also with the force of the explosion it's possible she hit her head so hard her memory may never return. Only time will tell," said the healer.
The pain returned to Draco's chest. She wouldn't remember him ever? The thought hurt of her not being in his life the way he wanted her to be. Everything was perfect; they had a perfect life together. Now he had to start from the beginning again, but what if it didn't work at all and she didn't accept him back? He couldn't lose her. He wouldn't.
As soon as Draco left Hermione turned back to Harry.
"Why did he call you Harry?" asked Hermione.
Harry looked at Ginny. He needed help. There was no way he could handle this. Ginny nodded and took a deep breath before sitting down next to Hermione.
"Umm… well… Ok let's just start at the beginning. You just have to be patient with me and listen to everything that I have to say even if you don't like it," said Ginny.
Hermione nodded, now she was worried.
"You were in a potions accident a few hours ago. I guess there was an explosion and apparently you hit your head. But it wasn't Draco that did this to you. You work here. You're a researcher here and knowing you, you were probably on your way to a medical breakthrough," said Ginny smiling.
Hermione smiled. It sounded plausible so far.
"And Malfoy? I still don't know what he has to do with any of this," said Hermione.
"I guess there is no other way to say this, but Draco is your… husband," said Ginny.
Hermione's eyes grew wide. Husband? Absolutely not! No! Not ever!
"What? I don't believe you! It's not possible! Was I under a spell or a potion?" asked Hermione.
Ginny shook her head.
"This isn't one of Fred or George's jokes right?" asked Hermione.
Ginny shook her head again.
"Harry?" asked Hermione.
"It's true. You've been married for a few years now and you know I wouldn't lie to you about that," said Harry, "Look at your medical band."
Hermione looked at it and read it. It said right there – Hermione Malfoy. She felt like she was going to throw up. There was NO way she could have been happily married to Malfoy.
"And you allowed it? There has to be some part of the story missing! There is no way I could ever love Draco Malfoy! The thought itself makes me want to kill myself!" said Hermione.
Of course Draco chose that exact moment to open the door and heard every word that she said. She stiffened at the sight of him. This was her enemy! The one that made her life a living hell for the past 6 years.
"Wait how old am I?" asked Hermione.
The healer followed Draco in.
"Yes that is the right question to ask. Then we can begin to help you. How old do you think you are?" asked the healer.
"The only memories I have tell me I'm 17-years-old but obviously that can't be right," said Hermione.
Draco hung his head in depression. She wouldn't remember anything good about him. None of this was happening in his favor.
"How old am I really?" asked Hermione.
"25," said the healer, "And to answer your next question I don't know how long this will last. All we can suggest is that your friends and your husband help you out in trying to remember. We'll keep watch of you for another day and then you can go home after that. I'll leave you guys to talk now."
Hermione curled up in a ball. Too much was happening. She couldn't handle it all. She was supposed to go home with… HIM? Over Merlin's dead body! And where did she supposedly call home anyway? What if she didn't want to go? Why couldn't she remember everything? She was still convinced it had to do with Malfoy and it was his fault. It had to be! Who would marry a death eater by choice?
"I'm sorry, Mione. We'll try to help you the best we can. I'm sure everything will come back to you quickly," said Harry.
Then Hermione suddenly remembered a few people were missing.
"Where's Ron?" she asked.
"He's in another country playing quidditch. He knows about the accident and said he would get here to visit as soon as he could. He got what he always wanted. He plays with the Chudley Cannons," said Harry.
"And he's married to Lavender Brown. They have a baby boy now," said Ginny.
Hermione smiled, "Good for him. And then where are my parents?"
Everyone froze. They all looked at each other expectantly waiting for one of them to break the news so the others didn't have to. Draco stepped up and took the opportunity; he was her husband after all.
"Hermione I'm so sorry to tell you this, but they passed away during the war. You obliviated their memory and sent them to Australia but they were found anyways," said Draco.
Tears gathered in her eyes. Draco reached out like he always did and tried to comfort her but she pushed him away.
"Don't touch me! You were one of them that killed them!" said Hermione.
Draco winced. She would remember that.
"Hermione, he's not a death eater! Ok well maybe he was, but never a real one. He has the mark sure, but he didn't do anything bad. He never could and he never will," said Ginny.
"He joined the Order right after… well during the war. I promise he won't hurt you. He loves you," said Harry.
Harry didn't want to tell her the real truth. Draco joined after Hermione was tortured in the Malfoy Mansion. Draco couldn't stand to see her hurt and he wanted to take his father, Bellatrix, and Voldemort down so they couldn't hurt anyone else. Unfortunately Hermione wasn't listening. She was sobbing into Harry's shoulder.
After a few minutes Hermione calmed down and the healer gave her something to make her fall asleep. She needed a break. Too much information would not help her get her memory back but only frustrate her and upset her.
"I'm sorry, Draco. We have to go. Just let us know if something goes wrong and you need us," said Harry.
"Yeah. Thanks," said Draco.
Ginny and Harry left leaving Draco alone with his clearly very unstable wife. He couldn't help it as the tears streamed from his face. He timidly reached out and touched the side of her face.
"I love you, Hermione. I always will even if you don't," said Draco.
Poor Draco. :(
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