A/N: So here is the second chapter. The story hasn't gotten much attention so I'm still unsure about continuing it. If you'd like it to continue, please review, so that I know. Any advice or comments would be greatly appreciated. Thanks
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the magnificent creation of JKR. I don't own squat.
"What the hell?" The unwanted visitor shouted as ropes magically appeared, tying him up.
"What's wrong with you Hermione? Untie me!"
He knows me? Shit, she thought, of course this man knows me, for all I know he could be my brother! But, being Hermione, she cautiously approached the man and didn't lower her wand. When she got a good look at him she realized he was quite good looking. He was probably about six feet tall with pale skin and light blonde hair.
"You know me?" She asked the man as she stood over him.
"What do you mean? I'm your boyfriend! If this is some kind of game, it's not very amusing, Hermione!" He answered.
Boyfriend? She thought, Ron, Ginny and Harry told me I was single. Then again, Ron is my ex fiancé so I probably wouldn't have told him anything. She didn't want to alert this person of her weakness so she untied him.
"Are you feeling okay babe? Are you having bad dreams again?" He asked pulling her into a hug. As he hugged her, she realized this felt familiar and gave a sigh of relief. By the way the hug sped up her heart, she guessed that the man was telling the truth and they were a couple.
"I was in an accident this morning" She said, looking into the stranger/boyfriend's grey eyes.
"What?" He asked, his eyes full of concern "Were you hurt? Did you go to St. Mungo's?"
"Yes, I did go to St, Mungo's and no I was physically injured…" She said trailing off. How do you tell your boyfriend you don't know who he is?
"What do you mean?"
"Well, there was some brain damage, and they think it's only temporary, but, uhh" She paused looking at the ground, this man obviously cared for her and she felt bad that no one had told him. But, apparently her friends didn't know she had a boyfriend. "I can't remember anything." She said quickly "I remember spells and facts and stuff, but not people, not any actual memories." She explained.
She saw the man tense up as she said this. She looked up at him and saw so many emotions in his eyes. She felt so bad that she had made him look that way. Even though her memory of the man was gone, she could tell that she loved him. The emotions were still there, even if the name wasn't.
"You don't know who I am?" He asked, his voice shaking. She shook her head, looked straight into his eyes and said, "But, I'd like to." After staring into each other's eyes for a minute or two, they retreated to the living room. They sat on the couch and he picked up the old Hogwarts yearbook and started flipping through it.
"You went to Hogwarts with me?" She asked the still nameless man.
"Yep" He said, stopping on a page and chuckling "And that's me, right there" He was pointing at a picture of a young blonde kid with a rather mean expression on his face. The caption below the picture said DRACO MALFOY—SLYTHERIN.
"Wow, I see you've grown up since then. Were we in the same year?" She asked and he nodded.
"I wasn't in Slytherin was I?" She asked, scrunching up her nose.
"Hey! What's wrong with Slytherin?" He asked playfully, looking hurt.
"Well, according to Hogwarts, A History, out of all the dark wizards that have passed through Hogwarts, each and every one of them has been in Slytherin." She responded, looking sad.
"Hey Hermione, what's wrong?" He asked as her put an arm around her.
"It's just that, I can remember stupid facts from books, but I don't know what house I was in, or even my own boyfriend for Merlin's sake!" She said as she started to tear up.
He pulled her into a hug and they sat there, arm in arm, until he whispered, "Gryffindor"
"What?" She asked pulling back and wiping her tears on her sleeve.
"You were in Gryffindor" He said, running his finger tips along her jaw line. "I know you don't know me, but I will be here for you every step of the way, whether the memory loss is permanent or not. Only if you want me to, of course."
"Yes, I do. I have absolutely no recollection of anything before this day, but, you feel familiar, even though you are a stranger. Which gives me hope that some part of me does remember you, and hopefully the rest of me will too someday." She said, blushing
That night Hermione and Draco stayed up until an ungodly hour, talking about everything. He told her that they had been dating for six months and he often apparated into her flat in the middle of the night. Although, he pointed out, most of the time he didn't get tied up, only sometimes. She blushed at this remark and they moved on to more comfortable subjects. When she asked about why their relationship was a secret, he got uncomfortable.
"Well, you see, back in Hogwarts, I didn't exactly get along with Potter or Weasely." She could tell that he didn't want to discuss it further, so she didn't pressure him. She found it easy to see why she was dating Draco, not only was he cute, but he cared. After only knowing him for hours (well not really) she felt like they were old friends, which, she guessed they were. He made her laugh even when he wasn't trying, their personalities complemented each other.
After he went home she laid down and found she could now sleep perfectly.
She woke up to the smell of bacon and smiled. Draco must have come back and decided to make breakfast. She walked into the kitchen and was pleasantly surprised to see the red headed woman.
"Hi" Hermione said, happy that she wasn't alone. She had found that being alone caused her frustration. Like earlier, she walked into her bathroom only to find that she didn't know where she kept the clean towels. So, she was forced to use the one hanging there. This wouldn't have been a problem if she had known when it was last used or by who. It seemed that Draco spent a lot of time at her flat and for all she knew she could have been using his dirty towel.
"Good Morning!" The red headed woman said as she handed Hermione a plate of food. "You must be starving after having to eat hospital food yesterday. I can't imagine that would have been your first choice."
"No, I suppose not, but you didn't have to do this! Thanks." She said, feeling like she should have added the red head's name to the end of that sentence, if only she remembered it.
"No, it's not a problem; I do it for Harry and James anyways. So, this weekend, we were going to go shopping. However, I decided that since work has already given you the day off, we should do it today instead." She said as she filled a plate for herself.
"Yeah, that'd be great. Who knows, it could trigger some memories too." Hermione said, hoping it would.
"Exactly what I was thinking." The red head said "We should go to Diagon Alley, I heard a new dress shop just opened up there."
Hermione shoved the rest of her breakfast down her throat and hurried to get ready. She was excited to go to Diagon Alley. She didn't remember what it looked like, but she remembered a book about it. It was supposed to be the most popular place for wizards to shop in the world.
They walked a couple of blocks and then the red head said, "Here we are!" Hermione looked up to see that they had stopped in front of a rather dirty looking pub. "Here? This is the entrance to Diagon Alley?"
"Well, they had to put it somewhere where muggles wouldn't want to go. So, the more disgusting the place, the better!" The red head explained, grinning.
"Clever" Hermione said, while cringing at the state of the pub.
They walked straight through it and out the back door. They met a brick wall. The red head tapped it with her wand twice and it expanded. Hermione stood in awe as the red head stepped through the brick wall that had become Diagon Alley. It was much larger and much busier than she had expected. As she stepped through the wall she wondered if this was how she felt the actual first time she had visited Diagon Alley. After wandering around for a few minutes they decided to go to all the shops for Hogwarts students to try to spark a memory. Sadly, nothing happened. Not even when they went into a pet shop where Hermione had gotten her cat, Crookshocks, that's what she thought the red head had called him. Finally they decided they were wasting time and they went into a clothing store.
Hermione was having trouble picking out clothes. She didn't know what the old Hermione would have liked. She knew what she likes, but what if they like different things? After all, her memories were a big part of her, and without them, was she still the same person? Your past makes up a big part of who you are and with no past, would she be the same? Would she still like Draco? Would she still get along with the red head? Would she still like her job? Would she still like the same clothes? If she got her memories back, would she like the new clothes?
Hermione felt like her head was going to explode. She had too many questions. For now, she would just pick the clothes she liked and then ask the red head's opinion. She went through the store and found a lot of good stuff. After the red head showed Hermione her outfits, it was Hermione's turn. It was clear the red head was a bold dresser and that made Hermione nervous. Everything she had picked out was rather simple, was she normally a bold dresser too?
She came out of the dressing room to model her first dress for the red head. It hit just above her knee and showed off her curves very well. After putting on the dress she felt much more confident. Until, she stepped out of the dressing room and the red head burst out laughing. Oh no, Hermione thought, it's ugly, she hates it. I knew I shouldn't be choosing clothes; it must be completely different than how I normally dress.
"Oh" Hermione said quietly, suddenly very interested in her feet. "Is it really that bad? I thought it looked rather nice. I guess not."
The red head shook her head vigorously, "No, Hermione you look wonderful." She said, catching her breath.
"It does? Then why were you laughing?"
"Because" The red head started "You wore that dress to the Ministry's Christmas party a month ago."
It was now Hermione's turn to burst out laughing. She was clutching her stomach as tearing up. "I was so worried that I would pick out bad clothing items and that my taste would have changed." She said through her tears "But, of course, I pick out something I already have." The friends laughed through the rest of their visit to the clothing store. Hermione had found a new confidence from the funny experience and had purchased a couple of items.
They stopped for lunch in a quaint muggle café. After they ordered there was a long, but not uncomfortable silence. Hermione was thinking about everything. She was happy that she got along with the red head and slightly embarrassed she still didn't know her name. Then her thoughts jumped to the rather handsome Draco Malfoy. She liked him already. In her mind, she had only really known him for a day, but there was something deep there. She knew that whatever they had had before the accident, it had been great. However, it bothered her that her friends didn't know about him. He had said that they hadn't gotten along in Hogwarts, but it had been seven years since they had graduated! People get over stupid high school fights. But, if the old Hermione hadn't told her friends after having a six month relationship with Draco, there was probably a good reason. And she didn't wanna screw everything up just because she didn't remember.
So, she decided to ask the red head. "So…." She trailed off realizing that would be where she would insert the red head's name, if she knew it! However, the red head was looking at her now, so she had to continue. "I was looking through the Hogwarts year book and um, noticed someone." Oh god, she thought, I sound like a stalker.
"Oh yeah? Who was it?" The red asked, interested.
"Uh, it was Draco Malfoy." She said, looking up at the red head meekly.
"Malfoy?" The red head asked, her voice dripping with disgust "Why in Merlin's beard would you have noticed him? The little prat."
"Well…" Hermione started, racking her brains for an explanation "I guess he just looked different. You know? Like he stuck out from the crowd I guess. Did we know him?" Hermione asked, desperate for an excuse to talk about him. She wanted to know what had transpired between Draco and her friends.
"Ugh, yes, we did, unfortunately. He is scum. If you ever see him, steer clear, you don't want to talk to filth like him." The red head said, her eyes gleaming with anger at the mere mention of his name. Whatever had happened, it must have been bad.
"Why? What did he do to you?"
"Me? Well, it wasn't me as much as Harry, Ron and you. He was especially mean to the three of you. I don't know why, I guess he was blinded by prejudice, but that's still no excuse for how he treated you. He used to call you horrible names, and you were always strong, you shot insults back. But, there were just a few times, where you broke down. Not in front of him of course, no you waited until you were safely in our dorm. He hurt you, and you tried not to show it, especially to Harry and Ron, because they always protected you. And you knew that they thought that his insults didn't affect you. If they had known, they would have sectum sempra'd the shit outta him and probably gotten expelled. You were always so brave and when you did break down, I was there. Because that's what best friends do" The red head said, placing her hand over Hermione's.
"Wow" Hermione said, her voice cracking. She squeezed the red head's hand and took in everything she had just said. Draco had lied to her, his problem wasn't with her friends, it was with her. Were they even a couple? Was everything he had said to her a lie? She had felt better while she was around him, she had felt like she knew who she was. But now, she didn't know what to think.
A/N: So that's it! Thanks for reading, the next chapter will be up within a week (probably sooner).