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Who Am I Again?
Aoi Megami
The One who Lost her Memory
"Who are you?" she asked him with such an innocent smile on her face.
"What?" Draco managed to utter after the initial shock of her question.
"I'm sorry," she apologized sincerely. "Do I know you?" she asked again. "Um," she said as she looked to the front of the line, and away from his deathly pale and shocked face. "Excuse me for a second," she said as she went ahead and ordered.
He continued to stand there, with his mouth agape and wide eyes. Behind him, Theo and Blaise were sporting the same look as their friend. When she finally got her coffee and scones, she came back to his view, and finally noticing her in front of him, he cleared his voice and shook his head to clear all hazy thoughts.
"It's me," he said. Brilliant. The girl asked him who he was and all he could manage was a simple; it's me.
"And," Hermione smiled. "Who are you exactly?" she asked again.
"Draco Malfoy," he said in a desperate voice.
"I'm sorry," she smiled. She really did look sorry. "I have no memory of you," she said. "You see, I got into an accident two years ago," she explained. "I lost all of my memories, the Doctor said that it'll all come back soon," she continued. "But they're not sure when," she finished with a sad smiled. "I apologize again," she said and started walking out of the coffee shop, leaving a stunned Draco in the middle of the abode.
"Wow," Theo breathed out when he Draco's stunned figure. "Really?" he asked no one in particular.
"That's harsh," Blaise said, walking up to them. "I mean, the memory loss thing too, but," he stopped. "Damn," he cursed, and did a quick double take when Draco passed him and out the door.
"Where's he going?" Theo asked the stunned Blaise.
"Just follow him," Blaise said and he and Theo darted out of the Muggle shop, following their friend.
Two years. She had avoided him for two years, even left the Magical World permanently for the past two years just so she could erase all traces of him, and he just found her. Just like that! In a Muggle coffee shop, no less! And what was she thinking? Memory loss! Of all the excuses she could come up with, memory loss was the best she could think off? She growled in frustration and practically ran back to her own work place, completely unaware of the three slithering snakes following her.
"Planning Agency?" Blaise read the sign that graced above the door that Hermione had disappeared into.
"She's an Event Planner?" Theo asked Draco's still form.
"I-I don't know," he stuttered.
"Well what are we waiting for?" Blaise asked his friends.
"Let's go," Theo decided and headed straight for the shop, with Draco and Blaise following closely behind him.
"Cameron?" Hermione called in a panic tone.
"Over here darling," Cam's reassuring voice answered. "What's wrong?" Cameron's reassuring voice turned concerned when he caught sight of his friend's disheveled form. He was sitting luxuriously in front of his work table, when his friend came running in, flopping down on her own seat across from his work table. Hermione released all the things that occupied her hands on top of her own work table, and immediately rose from her seating position to pace around the small backroom.
"I have a major," Hermione breathed in deep to catch her breath. "Major problem," she continued. She held a tight fist over her rapidly beating heart as she paced back and forth in their joint office.
"Are you going to tell me anytime soon, or do you plan to have a heart attack instead?" his flat tone sarcastically asked.
"Remember the guy I told you about?" Hermione asked.
"Honey," Cam scoffed. "You have to be more specific than that," he rolled his eyes.
"Him," Hermione sputtered. "That egocentric, narcissistic, vile, impudent—"
"Oh, him," Cam cut in before he learned any more new complicated words from Hermione's dictionary of a brain. "The 'I love you, goodbye' guy," Cam nodded. "Dr—"
"Don't—" Hermione raised her hand to stop her friend's developing words. "Say his name," she finished with a dangerous whisper.
"Of course," Cam held back a laugh. "The taboo word," he rolled his eyes and rose from his seated position. "What about him?" Cam asked as he leaned on his work table. "You look like you—" he paused, his eyes going wide. "You saw him?" he asked, now fully interested.
"Seeing him, was not the problem," Hermione gasped out.
"Why?" Cam asked, slowly inching in towards his friend. "What happened? Did he see you? Did you guys talk? What did you talk about?" he bombarded her with questions.
"That's kind of the problem," Hermione gave him a nervous smile.
"Honey," Cam crossed his arms in an exasperated way. "You have to start from the beginning," he requested. "Who saw who first?"
"Him," Hermione whined. "He saw me first," she said. "If I would've seen him first I would've bolted out of there faster than a speeding bullet," she half cried as she finally plopped down on her seat.
"Then what happened?" Cam urged on.
"He came up to me," Hermione continued. "He greeted me," she added afterwards.
"Well, he sure is thick-skinned," Cam scoffed unbelievably.
"Of course he is, he's you-know-sodding-who," she said through gritted teeth.
"Oh, don't be such a child and just say his name," Cam scolded her. "But that must've been awkward," Cam went on. "I can only imagine the reply you gave him," an evil grin forming in his face. "Did you curse him? What did you throw at him?" he asked evilly.
"That's the problem," Hermione sighed. "The moment I heard his voice and saw his face I froze!" she exclaimed in slight panic.
"Then?" Cam urged more.
"And then I told him I have no idea who is because from a tragic car accident that resulted in a bad case of amnesia," she blurted hurriedly in a breath. Cam stared unbelievingly at her. He was about to retort when a bell signaled that somebody had entered their little agency.
"Hermione," Cam whispered, as he stared at the door that led out to the front desk and the waiting room for clients. He headed closer to the door and saw three beautiful men, looking around the waiting area while looking around. "Exactly when did this happen?"
"Um," Hermione stuttered nervously. "A few minutes ago," she replied.
"You idiot," he glared at her, making her flinch on her spot. "For somebody so bright, your common sense sure is dull," he told her.
"Why?" Hermione asked as her eyes widened in panic as she stood from her seating position. "Is it him?" she asked.
"How would I know?" Cam asked his friend. "I see a very handsome raven-haired man, a very good-looking olive skinned man and—" he squinted to see better from his hidden position. "Oh my—" he gasped. "I think I'm in love," he giggled. "He really does match your description," he said in excitement. "Hermione, he's gorgeous," he approved.
"They're here?" Hermione gasped, now pacing the room in panic. She stopped pacing when she heard the bell that signaled for assistance from the front desk.
"Hello?" a voice called from the front desk. Theo's voice—Hermione recognized.
"They're calling us," Cam smiled as he exited their backroom office.
"Wait, Cam, no!" Hermione tried to reach the retreating blonde but to no avail.
"Whoa," Theo exclaimed when they entered the Planning Agency Hermione had disappeared into. What greeted them was a cozy waiting area with a front desk which held a single white computer.
There were two sets of two love seat couches with a small coffee table separating them that both adorned the left and the right side, in between the front desk of the waiting room. Pictures of Europe's tourist spots also adorned the walls of the waiting room.
"Hello?" Draco heard Theo called out, and a few seconds later, a man who's as tall as Draco was, nearing the six-foot mark, with unbelievably tight clothing (skinny jeans and a plain white shirt) on. This man was undeniably fit, as proven through the tight shirt. He sported a spiked blonde hair; he has clean facial features, and honey brown eyes.
"Hi, my name in Cameron, how can I help you?" he asked in a sweet tone that gave the Slytherin men goose bumps. He continued to give them a warm smile as he sat behind the front desk, his arms resting above the table as he leaned forward.
"Is-is there a Hermione Granger present here?" Theo asked boldly.
The man—Cameron—looked around as if searching for somebody. "I believe there isn't one with that name who is present," Cameron answered with a smile. The three men raised their brow in confusion.
"Look," Blaise stepped in. "We saw her enter this place," Blaise said. "We really need to talk to her," he almost pleaded.
"You see, we went to school with her," Theo added. "We ran into her at the coffee shop just down the street, and we were really shock about what happened to her," Theo explained. "We just want to talk to her," he reasoned, making Cameron sigh in defeat.
"So you're all school mates?" Cam asked, noticing an answer of nod from the olive-skinned man and the raven-haired man. The platinum-blonde man was still shock still and unmoving. "Did she tell you of her," he paused, searching in his head for the right words. "Condition," he said.
"Yes," Theo and Blaise nodded.
"Then you should know that it is absolutely pointless to talk to her," he said as a result. "She has amnesia," he reminded them. "Therefore she has absolutely no idea who you people are," he said the words slowly to give meaning, also noticing the sudden flinch from the silver eyed male. "To her, you people are nothing but strangers," he added for more effect.
"Ouch," Theo absent-mindedly said.
"Hey," Draco finally said. "She may not be able to remember us, but we are still her friends, I think we have the right to be able to reconnect with her," he said rather unsurely.
"Friends?" Cam repeated the word like poison in his mouth. "A friend is someone who would stick close to you, for better or for worse," he said. "If you were her true friend then you would've been in that hospital room with me when she woke up from her coma in a hysterical state, not knowing who she is or where she was or where she came from!" his voice broke and tears emerged from his eyes. "If you call yourself her friend, and exactly where were you in the last two years?"
"I," Draco started but stopped at the sight of Cameron's challenging raised brow. He sighed in defeat. "Blaise, Theo, let's go," he said as he turned and exited the agency, followed by his friends.
Hermione emerged from the back office, when she heard the three Slytherin men leave. She caught sight of their retreating forms through the glass window, and felt somewhat homesick.
"How was my acting?" she was snapped out of her thoughts by Cam's sarcastic question. Realizing the situation at hand, she turned to her friend with a horrified look.
"Are you insane?" she phrased each word carefully. "It's bad enough that I've dug a hole of a lie, but you just have to make it six feet under!" she exclaimed. "A coma? Hysterical? You're bloody insane," she stated.
"Well, I resent that," Cameron gasped dramatically. "Though not really, but still, at least now he won't bother you anymore," he said.
"Won't bother me?" Hermione repeated.
"I think he got the point that he was a bad friend and he'll move on," he said with a dismissive hand wave.
"Oh," Hermione scoffed. "You have no idea what type of man he is!" Hermione said.
"Hermione," Cameron looked at his friend. "Are you saying that you are hoping that he will come back?"
"I am not hoping," Hermione retorted. "I'm just stating a fact," she said, a short pause enveloped the two. "Cam," she whined after a while. "I really have a bad feeling about this," she said with a worried tone, making Cameron sigh in worry as well.
"So let me get this straight," Miles said as he watched the pacing Draco. They were all gathered in Draco's work area inside his flat. "You coincidentally found Hermione Granger, in a Muggle coffee shop, and she completely lost her entire memory, because of an accident, so she has no idea of you are?" he asked.
"Yes, that pretty much sums it all up," Theo answered for their pacing friend.
"Well that's such karma for you Malfoy," Miles stretched in his seat. "You ran away from her, after she confessed she loved you," he said. "Without a proper break-up, you then paraded around the Wizarding World with a different bint on your arm every night, and then you realize you feel the same way that you can't live without her, so you go back to her flat to beg her to forgive you and to take you back," he counted of the entire incident.
"But then her flat's empty and you can't find her anywhere in our world," Adrian finished.
"And now, she doesn't even remember ever falling for you," Theo finished.
"But we're Slytherins," Blaise had an evil plotting smile on his face.
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Adrian narrowed his eyes at his friend.
"She doesn't know," Blaise reminded them. After seeing the still confused looks in his friends' faces, he sighed with a roll of his eyes. "Think about it," he started, leaning forward from his seating position. "If this was the Hermione Granger from before," he started. "What would be the first thing she would do when she sees our man Draco?" he asked.
"Curse him," Vincent answered, with a look that said 'that's the easiest question in world.'
"Impale him," Gregory added with a smirk. Draco gulped at the images forming in his head. He couldn't argue though. They were right.
"Exactly," Blaise said. "But she doesn't know," he nodded with a smile, willing his friends to get an idea.
"Which means," Miles smiled. "That he could go after her if he wanted to," he said.
"Without their past getting in the way," Adrian finished with a smile.
"That's brilliant," Theo smiled.
"That's cruel," Draco mumbled. All shocked heads turned to him.
"Draco," Blaise walked up to his pacing form. "Draco, what are you talking about?" he asked him. "This may be the only chance you'll ever get of winning her back," he paused. "Well, winning her," he corrected himself after thinking about their current position.
"Drake," Theo said and Draco looked at his friend. "If this was the old Hermione, she wouldn't even give you chance," he stated.
"If you really want her," Miles started. "This could be your only way of getting in," he said.
"This is actually a second chance for you," Blaise nodded in agreement.
"But," Theo's unsure voice suddenly piped in. "If you're really serious about her," he started with worried eyes. "I advise that this time, you should think about all of this, if you're positively sure about her," he said. "She came to me you know," he informed, earning a shock look in his friends faces. "After you disappeared from her flat and reappeared at the front page of the Daily Prophet with a new witch on your arm," he said. "She came to me, crying," he said with a broken look. "It was really hard to watch," he said. "She kind of grew on me, you know?" he smiled. "You're both my friends," he stated. "You were hurt of her disappearance Drake," he stated. "I saw," he nodded. "But, what you felt, she probably felt a hundred times more," he smiled sadly.
"I know," Draco nodded in understanding. Determination in full swing, he straightened up and looked at his friends with determination visible in his mercurial eyes. "I declare this to all of you now," he said with such seriousness, his friends couldn't help but pay good attention. "She will be the next Lady Malfoy," he said as he narrowed his eyes at the blazing fire in his warm cozy room with joined gasps of shock from his old house mates.