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Only A Memory

By MoshiMoshiQueen

Beta Reader: hana no tenshi (Eva-chan)

~Thoughts~

"Talking"

(Me Talking)

Last Chapter

Hermione's breath got caught in her throat, and her wish of him not remembering that was shattered. She choked out a reply, "Do… do you remember what happened over the summer?"

He shook his head softly, "I can't remember… Hermione?"

She heard her name come from his lips, and she shivered again, "Yes?"

"We had a fight before the Quidditch match didn't we? That's why you hated me so much that you wanted to change my memory."

This Chapter

Hermione's heart stopped in her chest as her breath was let out slowly, "How can you remember things like that? About me?"

He shook his head and placed it in his hands letting his platinum blonde hair fall in his face hiding him emotions, "I don't know."

She blew a small breath moving a piece of her hair out of her amber eyes, "Maybe… maybe it is because I was the last thing you saw."

He raised his head slightly not bothering to remove the hair playing with his face, "Why were we fighting, Hermione?"

She got up slowly pacing as her eyes directed themselves towards the faded window, "Normal things. I guess our tensions were running high… it was about time we blew up at each other, I guess."

"I hurt you," his voice whispered, "I hurt you enough for you to destroy who I was."

Hermione's body stopped at the soft tone and the words that stung her conscience, "If anyone is to blame it should be me… I guess I just pushed you too far, and then wanted revenge… I was only angry, Draco. I didn't… I wasn't…"

"You were," he said in a tone she knew so well.

Hermione traced over a ruby line on her arm absentmindedly and caught Draco's attention.

"What is wrong with your arm?"

"It's only a scratch that I got while…"

He craned his neck a little, "While?"

"While I ran out after you fell… I slipped, because of the dew still on the grass."

"Why did you come after me?"

"It was my fault that you fell… I was glaring at you and sending you messages by mouthing the words. You were paying attention to me instead of the game."

"If you were so worried about me why were you not up here in the hospital?" he asked still skeptical of her story.

"How could I be? Like you said Slytherins hate Gryffindors and Slytherins hate Gryffindors. It has always been that way and it probably will always be that way. You're my best friends' worst enemy and you were mine as well… how could I explain running to your side and following you up to the hospital wing?"

"But, you still came running to me," he said in cold tone.

"I wasn't thinking! I just saw you falling from the sky off your prized broom. You would have done the same thing for me and you can't deny that!"

"How do you know what I can and can not deny?"

"Because I know you!"

"How do you know me?! How? Tell me Hermione! How do you know me?!"

They were both shouting at the top of their lungs, "Because, I care! Because you understand me! Just because! Why can't you ever take a simple answer?!"

"Why do you care? Are you trying to make yourself less guilty?!"

"I…argh! You are the most…" she placed her hands in the air pretending to strangle him, "With or with out your memories you are still the same."

"So why don't you change me, Hermione? Why don't you just change me?"

"Because, I can't imagine you as anything else, but you. I wish I could change you into a Muggle, mudblood loving fool, but I can't. I tried, but I can't."

"Potter and Weasley don't understand. Don't understand what you went through."

Hermione shot her eyes up, but couldn't speak… she watched him searching for whom he was… searching for the voice of the words he spoke.

He blinked away placing on a questioning look, "Who are Potter and Weasley? Is that one of those calling-people-by-their-first-names thing?"

"Potter as you call him is Harry Potter, and Weasley is Ron Weasley."

"I must hate them, right?"

She nodded, "They are my best friends…"

"But they don't understand. What don't they understand?"

"Everything."

Draco knew she wanted to change the subject and gladly did, "So, this Harry Potter as you call him um why do I hate him?"

"I'm not really sure… I guess it was, because you were jealous, but I never did get around to ask you about your reasons."

"Why would I be jealous?"

"Harry Potter is the boy-who-lived… the only one who could meet the Dark Lord and live to tell the tale. He stopped the dark times when he was only a baby, and now is famous for the acts he cannot even remember. He was left with a lightening bolt scar on his forehead that many love to see."

Draco nodded not really understanding, "What about Ron Weasley?"

"Ron Weasley is one of seven children. They all have flaming red hair and a love for muggles. Although, they are the nicest people they are very poor. His father works for the Ministry, and I guess supporting all those children has run the money short."

"You're a Muggle born, right?"

"Yes."

"What is it like?"

She couldn't believe the words she just heard, "Say that again, please."

He looked at her, "Can you tell me what it is like to be raised a Muggle?"

"I thought you would never ask that… ever."

She picked a place to begin as she took a breath, "It is really different…"