Hermione's missing memory scene is currently being written, published under * Before it's all Forgotten* and can be found on my user page. Since I'd prefer to write this story primarily from Hermione's POV I thought I'd best publish that scene so it all makes a little more sense

Hermione sat cross-legged, glaring at the paper flower in front of her. She knew she wanted to talk to Draco, and since he had been ignoring her in classes again, and if he had been telling the truth, this was her only option

But Hermione was unsure; scared that if she picked up that flower and sent a stupid thoughtless message, he'd only be secured in his objective of avoiding her further.

She kept returning to their place in the library, hoping he would come back; he didn't.

When they met in corridors he hurried past, and for shared classes like arithmancy, he arrived late, and left before anyone else stood from their seats.

Finally plucking up the courage to contact him she grabbed for the flower, thought "Please talk to me, let me help," and then threw the flower away to the bed before any other thoughts could feed through. It landed message side up and she saw in silver lettering before it faded away into the paper "I wish you would talk to me, we could help each other. Be friends?" Hermione groaned and fell back on to her pillows.

Draco had confined himself to his bedroom so no-one would disturb him. He had an old manual opened in front of him, two blank pieces of parchment and his quill in hand. Or at least both pieces of parchment were supposed to be blank. When Draco raised his eyes from the page, Hermione's message was inked out on the page. He'd taken to placing the page next to whatever he was studying more out of habit that hope or expectation.

Draco couldn't help but smile faintly at the wording; the wording was so familiar to the memory that played over in his head so often. He owed her some comfort for everything she'd done for him, even if she couldn't remember. He quickly wrote a message back on the parchment.

The whole school believes us to be enemies Granger. If I talk to you they'll think I have you under a spell. –DM

The reply returned quickly:

So you will talk to me through this flower… you won't ignore me any longer? HG

I could never ignore you Granger. You have a habit of being perpetually in the way -DM

Well you've done a great deal of acknowledging me over the last few weeks –HG

It's for your own safety. I don't want you hurt for your own Gryffindor stupidity –DM

Do you know why I can't remember? –HG

A simple Obliviate charm I imagine. You were in the hospital because you collapsed so I assume the symptoms fit –DM

Do you know what I can't remember? –HG

Perhaps-DM

I'd like to know-HG

You wouldn't. You'd be repulsed.-DM

Tell me. –HG

And if it's so horrific I'll Obliviate myself-HG

Which, for all you know, got you in this position in the first place-DM?

I would have left myself a note, -HG

Maybe you just haven't found the note –DM

Or my note was the flower, leading me back to you –HG

I returned that flower to you when I found it at the Quidditch pitch. I had only just given it to you-DM

But why did you give it to me?-HG

So we could talk-DM

Why would you want to talk to me?-HG

It was the reverse, in fact-DM

The paper didn't return a message from Hermione.

I can hear you thinking from here,-DM

You won't tell me anything I want to know-HG

I've answered all of your questions-DM

Are you going to dinner?-HG

I have work to finish, I'll get something from the kitchens later-DM

Will you talk to me again soon?-HG

Perhaps –DM

Thank you Draco-HG

It's my pleasure Hermione -DM