When I saw Draco Malfoy walk into the room I began to panic.

My heart began to pound and I felt my fight or flight response immediately kick in, my hand twitching in anticipation to fling the covers off myself so I could run. "What the-"

I was cut off by the door opening once again and a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair walked in. "Good evening, I'm Dr. Channing," he greeted cheerfully, picking up the clipboard that was hanging at the end of the bed and consulting it, "Alright so some scans that we took while you were out revealed some swelling in your brain so I just want to ask you a few standard questions"

I was barely listening and was more preoccupied by the fact that my worst enemy was standing just a few feet away from me as if his being there were the most natural thing in the world.

Draco stood there, beside the nurse, with his hands shoved in his pockets and when his intense gaze met mine he gave me a reassuring smile.

I decided that I was still dreaming.

"Alright, go ahead," I said, finally addressing the doctor.

When I looked back over at Draco I noticed that he appeared a lot older than the last time I had seen him. His features seemed to have matured and filled out. He was broader, slightly taller, and through his white dress shirt he was obviously much more muscular than I remembered. His stance was tall and confident. He radiated power.

I was also struck by how rough and unkempt he appeared. His white-blond hair, which was usually styled just right and slicked to the side, was disheveled and a falling in his face. He looked as though he hadn't showered or shaved in days and his shirt was wrinkled like he hadn't bothered to change either.

"What was the last thing you remember?" Dr. Channing asked, pulling out a pen, preparing to take notes.

I tore my eyes from Draco and tried to focus on what the question.

"It was raining and I was crossing the street on my way home when a car came out of nowhere and ran right into me. After that it's all a blur."

Dr. Channing gave me an odd look and consulted the clipboard once again, "It says here that you were taking a taxi from having lunch with a friend to go to the grocery store and a drunk driver ran a red light, hitting you from the side."

I shook my head. Someone must have written it down wrong.

Dr. Channing looked at Draco and he confirmed that the doctor was right.

How does he know? Is he the bastard who hit me? That would just be my luck.

I shook my head again vehemently, "No, I had just learned that I hadn't gotten my dream job at the Daily Prophet and was walking home in the rain when I was hit by a car while crossing the road."

The doctor paused, looking at the clipboard once more, then gave me a questioning look, "Can you tell me what year it is?"

"Yeah, it's 2004," I replied, thoroughly confused. Why the hell were they asking me stupid questions instead of having Malfoy arrested? Why was Malfoy standing there as though he actually cared about me and whether I was hurt or not?

The room went silent and suddenly I got really worried. Was there actually something wrong with me?

"W-What?" I choked out.

"Sweetheart, it's 2012," the nurse said, concern etched out on her features.

2012? This has to be some sick joke.

"What?" this time I shouted, "That's not funny."

"It's not a joke. She's being serious," Dr. Channing stated, "Mrs. Malfoy I think you are suffering from retrograde amnesia."

I remember everything though, how could I have-wait did he just call me Mrs. Malfoy?

"Doctor I really think that you have made a mistake because one, I remember everything except for right after the accident, and two, I. Am. Not. Married to this asshole!"

Dr. Channing's face remained passive, as though he expected my reaction, while Draco visibly flinched, pain written all over his face.

"You really don't remember anything?" Draco whispered.

I shifted my gaze between Dr. Channing and Malfoy. Draco was even paler than usual and he looked tired and despondent. His grey eyes bore into my dark ones as if he were begging for this not to be true.

"Oh I remember everything, especially loathing your very existence," I seethed, crossing my arms.

Draco took a step back as though I had slapped him in the face and ran a hand roughly through his pale hair.

When he recovered a few seconds later his face showed none of the emotions it previously had and his voice was calm and controlled, "I see. Well if everyone will please excuse me, I'm going to go get some air."

The next thing I knew Draco was gone and I was left feeling more confused than ever.

(Next Part)

After Draco had left, Dr. Channing and the nurse continued to try to convince me that it had been eight years since that rainy day at the Daily Prophet and that I really was married to Draco Malfoy. They were unsuccessful and, after a half hour of arguing, they gave up.

The nurse took my vital signs one last time and made sure that I was comfortable before she and Dr. Channing left the room, saying that they would be back for more tests.

I fell asleep a little while later with a massive headache and was woken two and a half hours later by someone barging into the room.

I sat up and saw a woman of average height with dark chestnut hair march over to the side of my bed and whip off the oversize sunglasses that seemed to cover half her face.

The pair of brown eyes that stared back at me caused me to gasp.

"Ginny."

My best friend smiled, revealing a row of perfect white teeth, "Hey Hermione."

Behind her, Harry walked into the room carrying a copy of the Daily Prophet and one of those get well soon balloons.

He came to stand beside her and smiled sheepishly at me, "Hey Mione. I know it's not much but it's all they had at the store on the first floor. We would have gone and gotten you a real get better present but someone had to make sure that their makeup was just right."

Ginny winked at me, "A girl always has to look her best."

Harry teasingly rolled his eyes, earning him a smack on the arm. He placed the balloon beside my bed and surveyed

"So how are you doing Hermione? Dr. Channing called us soon after you woke up and told us how you can't remember the past eight years," Harry said, genuinely concerned.

I shrugged, "I still don't believe that it has been eight years."

Ginny snorted, "Tell me about it."

I shook my head but couldn't help but smile, "The last thing I remember was leaving the Daily Prophet after being rejected and nearly being run over by some prick."

Ginny glanced over at Harry, "It's true. She really doesn't remember."

Harry sighed and walked over to the side of my bed. "Here," he tossed today's copy of the paper next to me in bed and I picked it up.

The date in the top corner said that it was February 2nd, 2012.

If it really is 2012 then that means that I'm now twenty-six. Merlin, I'm old!

I gently laid the paper on the table next to the bed and began to message the bridge of my nose. My headache was back full force.

"I don't understand."

Ginny walked over and sat down in the chair where Draco had been earlier in the day.

"You and I were having a girl's day and after we ate lunch you said that you had to go buy a few things so you could make Draco his favorite meal when-"

I stopped Ginny by putting my hand up, "But how could I have married Malfoy? We hate each other with a burning passion. Everyday when we were in school he would tease me and make fun of me, calling me every horrible name he could think of and play as many pranks as he could."

Harry went over to stand behind Ginny and placed his hands on her shoulders. She reached up and squeezed one of his hands. "He's a different man now Hermione," Harry said, softly.

I was about deny that, that was even possible but I was stopped by Ginny suddenly leaning over and grabbing my hand, her face bright with excitement. "Oh Hermione you must have a thousand questions to ask. I can only imagine what it's like to suddenly wake up in what seems like someone else's life."

I laughed, "Well there is one question that's been bothering me since you showed up."

"Shoot."

"What happened to your hair?"

Ginny looked confused for a moment then her face broke out into a huge grin, "I decided a few years ago that I was ready to get rid of that unflattering red and switch to a more toned down color."

I nodded slowly, "That makes since I suppose, but it's still so different."

"You should see yourself. You don't exactly look the same either."

I gave her a strange look and she just pointed towards the bathroom and helped me out of the bed.

When I saw the mirror I was taken aback by the woman staring back at me. She was beautiful.

My hair was no longer the plain, washed out brown that it once had been and was now lighter and highlighted with different shades of honey. All the frizz was gone and instead of tight, kinky curls my hair now laid in soft loose ringlets. My complexion was now smooth and sun-kissed and my nails were now painted a baby pink. My curves had really filled out and there was a healthy, happy glow about me. Age had been very kind to me.

"You're absolutely gorgeous now. Not that you weren't before but now especially," Ginny gushed, twirling me around as if I were modeling.

"Yeah especially with all the cuts and bruises," I said, blushing at her compliments.

"Those will go away within a few days though," Ginny replied, stopping twirling me so that I was once again facing the mirror. I kept expecting my reflection to change back into the plain looking girl I once was.

Ginny stood beside me, regarding me in a serious tone, "This is what he had done to you Hermione."

I knew that she was talking about Draco but I didn't want to think of the possibility that any marriage that I may have had with him was actually a good and happy one.

Although, now I was beginning to become uncertain about a lot of things.

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So here is the first "official" chapter. I hope that you enjoyed it and I want to thank everyone who has read this story. I hope that you will continue to read it and if there is any confusion then I apologize. The next few chapters should clear some stuff up so until next time.

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