Note: Please remember that this is a continuation of Book 4. If you forgot what happened in the end, Draco (and Crabbe and Goyle) were hexed by probably everyone in the compartment. Also, I use the term 'mudblood' here instead of muggle-born witch, simply because I feel that this is coming from Draco's thoughts and that he would consider her a mudblood.


Chapter One

Draco Malfoy was the last person to get off the Hogwarts Express, because of the fact that he lay unconscious for a long time. (Who wouldn't, after being hexed by the Furnuculus Curse and the Jelly Legs?) He was still covered with hex marks and was muttering curse words to Harry and Ron.

He trudged over one of the huge EXIT signs while pushing his trolley. About five feet from him lay an unconscious body of a girl with a wild mop of sandy blonde hair wearing muggle clothes.

When he came closer, his mouth gaped open. Lying on the dirty floor of Platform Nine and Three Quarters was Hermione Granger. He glanced around waiting for Harry to appear, or the mudblood's boyfriend – Ronald Weasley - to be lurking around.

Since the place was isolated and no one was there to help her, he kneeled down on her side and checked to see if there was still a pulse. There still was. Unfortunately, Draco thought to himself with a silent snigger.

Without her nose buried in books, or her eyes shooting lethal daggers at him, she looked almost like an innocent, young child. His heart strangely squeezed painfully as he picked up her hand (which felt surprisingly - for him that is - smooth) and whispered her name.

"Hermione?" he called.

"Oy, Hermione, wake up! Or I'll.. I'll beat the crap out of you!" Draco yelled, then sighed and shook his head.

"I better bring her to some muggle hospital," Draco muttered.

At that moment, Hermione's eyes popped open. "Who's going to the hospital?" she shouted loudly.

Draco looked at her in surprise; she wouldn't wake up when he threatened her with violence. But just the sound of 'hospital' shot her up quickly. "You are," he said, answering her question. "You got knocked unco-"

"Who are you?" she demanded, cutting him off.

Typical, he thought. The girl was so high on herself, she couldn't remember the guy she and her muggle-loving friends hexed a while back in the train. But she was lying on dirty floor, he had to have some sympathy.

"Draco Malfoy," he said.

"Oh," Hermione said, her face expressionless. "Who am I?"

"WHAT?!" Draco asked, purely shocked.

She sat up and pushed her hair away from her face. "Who am I?" she repeated, looking absolutely clueless.

"Hermione Granger, now just sit tight and wait for the rapamedics," he said, struggling to calm her down and obviously not knowing the right term for paramedic.

She glared at him - the first real sign of the girl he knew and hated. "I'm not going to any hospital," she said stubbornly, then threw her body to him, begging him to bring her home.

"What?" he asked, startled that this muggle-born witch, no, this mudblood, would dare demand such a thing. But the better part of him knew he had to do something about her. He may detest her and her kind but who is he kidding? He couldn't leave her to fend for herself. Especially in her obvious state of obliviousness. He did have a heart – contrary to popular belief.

"Alright," Draco said giving in, pulling Hermione to his side and caught a whiff of Hermione's lavender scented shampoo. "You could have one of our family healers take a look at you." He agreed to this, knowing that he was the only one there to care for her, he does have a heart after all. It would be alright for her to spend a night at the Malfoy Manor since Lucius was at Romania serving the Dark Lord and Narcissa was in Monaco, socialising with Princess Caroline and her family, who were of wizarding blood as well.

"Okay," Hermione said, lacing her fingers with Draco's and headed over the barrier (with Draco's trolley) to a sleek black Porsche that awaited them.

When they got settled in the car, Hermione clutched Draco's hand and said:

"Thanks for being here for me Draco, I'm so lucky to have you."

Draco then realised that Hermione assumed that he was her boyfriend. The whole misconception was tantalising.

REVENGE. The word stuck on his mind as he squeezed Hermione's hand. He could finally get back at the way the mudblood treated him for four years. He had no doubt that she would eventually remember who she was, along with her entire past. And when she did, the look on her face would make for an award-winning photograph. Draco smiled viciously to himself.

Hermione Granger has lost her memory alright, and he was determined to give her an experience she'll NEVER forget!