Author's Note: From now on, it'll be all memories unless I tell you. Thanks!
"What the bloody hell are you doing here, Malfoy?" Her lips demanded.
I looked at the graves and back to her. "I need to fix this."
"No," She pursed, crossing her arms. "They're dead. Not even the ressurection stone could fix this... Damnit!"
Her arms flailed in the air and then reached her face to hide her tears.
I pitied her. I looked to the graves, and felt a bit remorseful for my actions. I did say that I knew that malformed face of Potter's was his that day at the manor... I said I was sure... He-who-must-not-be-named arrived in a heartbeat... And before that stupid Weasley could get away... The green light got to them both.
It was my fault.
Their deaths were my fault. All of it mine.
I looked at her crying. She was smarter than them, though. She got away... To God knows where... She was lucky... But, I never saw her again due to my father's hold onto me.
But here we were today, the rain in the giving a sorrowful feel to the atmosphere. I found out of the funeral at another one of Father's stupid Death Eater conventions... The Weasleys were to hold this gathering for the Boys who Died... not lived...
"I'm sorry."
Her chin picked up from her palms. She glared at me and her tears of agony dropped harder.
"SORRY?" She screeched in distress. "SORRY IS ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY AFTER KILLING... K-Killing... Killing off my best friends? THEY WERE MY FIRST FRIENDS I HAVE EVER HAD." Her face contorted as I recalled it did at the Yule Ball... "I WAS THE NERD, THE ABSOLUTE NOBODY... AND I FELT AT HOME WITH THEM, I ACTUALLY HAD SOMEONE THAT WASN'T JUST MY PARENTS, AND NOW... Now... Th-they're... dead... And I swear, Draco Malfoy-"
She kept screaming, but my thoughts were somewhere else. I was... planning something. Hell, I didn't even know if it would work.
I suddenly took her wrist and apparated out of graveyard, into a city I've heard about from my Father's Newspapers, and we landed in a dirty alley-way that I barely recognized myself. What place was this? I just knew the city...
"What the f-" She raged, but she could continue.
"Obliviate."
Her eyes clouded for a second, her body not reacting, she fell over.
I caught her and she look at me confusedly.
"Who are you?"
I stopped to think about this, not wanting my name to be discovered in this world.
"Your boyfriend, Drake Matthew."
What the hell, man? I thought to myself. Boyfriend?
"What?" She said, and she looked around. "Where am I? Who am I?"
"New York City." I almost slipped Hermione from my lips, but I caught myself. "You're Her-uhm-Hera Grant."
"Wh-what...?" She coughed. "What happened?"
"You jumped, because you thought I was cheating on you because I just lost the apartment."
Goddammit, I thought. That was stupid. That didn't make sense.
She looked up to the balcony and looked back down.
"But I'm okay?"
"You don't recollect who you are."
She paused at this and bit her lip.
"Get me to a hospital."
"...You're fine. Just, let's stop by a motel."
"No, Drake! I insist..."
"I thought you told me you hated hospitals."
She sighed. "You clearly know me more than I know myself right now..."
"C'mon," I said, helping her up. I was still in black and she was too... It would look kind of peculiar if we just walked out of an alley-way... I walked anway and then entered the bustle of muggles. Thank goodness she was wearing a dress and I a suit...
We walked on and I looked around, wondering if I would actually find a motel. Our feet, though, finally found themselves in front of a moderate looking motel. I checked in and brought her to the room.
"We don't even have any change of clothes," She moaned as she sat on the bed. "Why do I even wear clothes like this?"
I paused at this, and grabbed her purse while replying, "I'm sure a place like this would have clothes in the bathroom."
I rushed to the bathroom, leaving her there to sit to herself.
Knowing Hermione, I thought to myself. She would an extensive charm for this.
My arm shoved itself in the bag and I smiled a bit.
Wait. I'm smiling about her charm? I'm smiling about something she did? Wait, why am I even doing this for her? She's a mudblood. But...
I shut my thoughts up while I found her some muggle clothes and something that looked like something of Ron's or Harry's... I sighed and walked back out.
"See, told you."
I threw the clothes beside her and she seemed to smile. And she seemed to lost all modesty against men because she started to change right then and there.
I avert my eyes and started to change. I choked as I smelled the air of the shirt, it was the hand-me-down feeling. I was wearing Ronald Weasley's clothes.
She smiled at me and then patted the bed. "Here, sit."
I rose my eyebrow... Then forgot she didn't know herself as Hermione Granger the know-it-all Witch that everyone loathed... But, the girl named Hera Grant that almost committed suicide because she loved... Me, Drake Matthew... So much... Why the hell did I make up such a stupid story like that?
After sitting next to her, she took my hands and smiled.
"So, tell me about myself." She giggled as she continued, "That doesn't sound grammatically correct..."
"Well," I started, thinking for a second. "You caught that grammar error because you're smart. You graduated High School early. College you practically finished in... A year."
I bit my tongue as she took this in. "So, I was the nerd. The nobody."
My mind traveled back to the funeral and I shook it off.
"That is the thing I didn't like about you," I said, her eyebrows raising. "You lacked self-esteem. But hey, you were one beautiful nerd."
"Oh..." She said, blushing and just as confused. "And? What about my family?"
"Dead."
"Dead?" She asked. "Do you remember what they were like?"
"I wasn't close to them, they died before we began dating."
Where the hell am I talking about? Where am I getting this?
"Oh," She cooed. "Well, that's stressful. What about your family?"
"Disowned me."
Her teeth bit her lip, an embarrassed tone to her face.
"I'm sorry."
I smiled in return, "It's fine. I've never really like them..."
There's some truth there.
"Well, then. That's good." She paused. "Does that mean we have lived together... since... How long?"
"Just a couple months."
"This time line is kind of odd."
I paused, afraid she knew something...
"But anyway!" She stood up. "I just want to know if we've done anything."
I stammered, assuming I knew what she wat talking about, "N-no. We don't even sleep in the same bed. You had morals you wouldn't do anything before marriage."
She smiled. "Well, that sounds like me. At least," She cocked her head thoughtfully. "What I think sounds like me."
Her arms stretched in the air, a yawn contorting her face.
"Well," She concluded. "I'm going to sleep, it seems to be getting late."
I looked to the clock, seven. She slept early... I stood up and hugged her, awkwardly.
She pulled from the hug and looked up at my face.
"...Have we kissed before?"
"No."
She studied my face and she tilted her head.
"We've been going out... For a couple of months... We've been living together... And we haven't kissed?"
My face hardened like a stone. "No."
She took a step forward and traced the edge of my face, chills ran down my spine.
"Well, no wonder I thought you were cheating on me."
I took her hand and pulled it from my face. "I would never."
She smiled at this and turned away as did I. I pulled the doorknob, to get out of the room, to get more suitable Muggle rubbish.
"Where are you going?"
"I need to do a bit of shopping..."
She paused at this. "Why are you shopping if we just lost an apartment?"
I blinked and looked at her oddly and then said, "I have inheritence... We didn't lose it. I said that wrong... I simply... Sold it."
Her brown eyes stared back, full of intelligence and and wonder and curiousity. I couldn't stand the silence or the intensity of my stare, I averted my eyes and then muttered, "I love you."
I could sense she was taken aback by this as she replied, "I... I love you too, Drake."
Then I left the room, kind of feeling dumbfounded and kind of giddy...
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