Sup guys. I made this chapter longer than usual. Yay. Eh. I'm too lazy to proofread it so if you have any problems then just tell me, I dunno.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters because I am not perfect enough to come up with such a story

Draco noticed the sad look on Hermione's eyes, which were looking towards the floor, as he waited for an answer. But Hermione didn't give him one, and Draco supposed she wasn't planning on going to. She then looked up at him and just stared at him blankly, which is what he had been doing to her in the past few minutes. Draco was beginning to feel quite as frustrated as she was. He did not know what he did wrong, he was actually pretty certain that he did nothing wrong, but Hermione was starting to give him the opposite idea. As much of a Slytherin that he is, he did not enjoy doing horrible things...all the time. He thought that she ought to consider the fact that he lost all his memories of her, and that he was as clueless as Hermione was on how it had happened, exactly. He also didn't understand why she would reprimand him for calling her by her first name. I mean, it was her name.

Draco resented the painful silence that Hermione was giving him; it made him feel terrible, made him feel as if he was, indeed, the boy who made all the wrong choices, but he wasn't sure whether he should speak up or not, it seemed as if everything he did upset her, and he surely did not want to do that. He ended up talking first anyway; he couldn't stand the stillness any longer.

"Hermione?"

She looked up at him, and suddenly, her eyes which were very lifeless before, abruptly shown hatred and anger. Draco did not like this. He did not like this at all.

She grabbed his arm and she went down the stairs two steps at a time, dragging Draco with her. He was absolutely clueless as to where she was taking him. The librarian was giving the two of them a dirty look, but Hermione didn't seem to mind. Either that or she didn't notice. She just rushed out the doors of the library like she didn't have any other care in the world, except, for, well, dragging Draco to wherever she was taking him.

And then they were outside, and Hermione brought out her wand, and they Disapparated.

Draco found Hermione and himself standing outside of the house that he and his sort-of-friends-but-not-really (Potty and Weasel) had just left not too long ago: the house where, apparently, he and Hermione live.

He really didn't see the point in Apparating here, though. Draco was starting to find Hermione a bit strange, and he had a feeling he also thought that the first time he had seen her, before he had lost his memories. (Well, actually, he didn't, really. But you know. He lost his memories, and such.)

Hermione brought out her keys and unlocked the door. (Though Draco did not really remember anyone ever locking it. And he didn't see why she bothered doing it the Muggle way.) Then, Hermione lead him up the stairs this time, and he was wondering what it is exactly she was planning to do with his the moment they got there. If you know what I mean.

She opened the door to the bedroom where he woke up in earlier this morning, and beckoned for him to come in, which he did. She then closed the door, quite fiercely at that, and cast a Muffliato charm so that they won't annoy the neighbours or whatever, and this is when Draco came to realization on what Hermione planned to do next. She started yelling at him.

Oh, so that's what she was going to do. Draco thought.

"I honestly can't believe you would do that!" she screamed. But Draco's mind wandered off to other things.

He completely understood how he had fallen for her, she's bloody adorable, even when angry.

"You just don't tell your wife you forget who she is, and then think that a kiss would make up for it!"

In case you've forgotten, I didn't know you were my wife. He didn't say that out loud, however. He figured it would be best to keep quiet, at a time like this, and let her scream at him all she wants. He also figured that it was plausible that she's gone mad, mad as in bonkers.

"That was quite stupid of you, really. Though, it's not like there was something that you've done that wasn't stupid. But this is the stupidest you've done so far!"

Ouch.

"Honestly! You're so stupid, Malfoy. You're so stupid. Can't you at least think before you act?"

Well, I can, but will I?

"Sometimes, I wonder why I even considered you."

And that one sentence hit him, hard, like what he had done to Hermione when he had woken up earlier this morning and spoke those five words. Of course, she was still sort of a stranger to him, but it still hurt.

And so he decided to shut her up.

...

"Oh? So you decide to shut me up by kissing me? Again? When I was lecturing you precisely about not doing so?"

Draco sighed, and replied, "You and I both know that you like it, Granger."

Hermione had gone silent, because first, that was sort of true. And second, he just said her name. That name, in particular. She was sure no one ever mentioned her surname or maiden name to him. She was also certain that Draco wasn't pulling her leg about this, so maybe, just maybe, there's a possibility that Draco's memories of her will return. Maybe only bit by bit, but still. That sentence gave her all the hope she needed.

"I thought so," Draco smirked.

Maybe this day is actually going to turn out better, or maybe it was just him, but Draco thought he saw a small smile flash across Hermione's face for a second there.

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"Say, why don't we just start over?" suggested Draco. Maybe he had noticed that he had apparently called her by her surname for some odd reason. No one ever told him what it was. But he somehow remembered. Then he soon came to realize that perhaps if he spent more time with her, his memories might come back. He knew that this wasn't the most logical idea that he had ever conjured up, but you never know, so he thought that they might as well give it a try.

Hermione hesitated at first, and then finally agreed.

Draco thrust out his hand at her. "I'm Draco Malfoy."

I know. Hermione thought. She sort of played along anyway. "I'm Hermione Granger, and just so you know, I am a so-called 'Mudblood.'" She took his hand and shook it firmly. She knew that this was not possible since they are 'meeting each other for the first time,' Draco would never shake hands with a muggle-born because of the prejudice he had grown up with. However, she also knew that he had changed, somehow. She also had this funny feeling that this sort of friendly atmosphere would not last very long, and they might soon end up fighting, like they always did, and by that evening she realized that she was correct. She was hardly ever wrong, of course.

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It was already almost sunset, and Hermione decided that it was time for her to whip up some food, so she stalked over to the kitchen, opening and closing each cupboard to see what she could find. She realized this was useless, they were having dinner, she wasn't going to find anything useful in the cupboards, other than pasta, onions, garlic and other condiments, maybe. And yeah, she did find pasta, and all the ingredients to go with it, so she stuck with that.

She hardly ever ate anything these past three days, and she didn't get to eat lunch earlier either because she had far too many things on her mind. Draco hadn't eaten for three days at all, and she had been wondering why he hadn't complained or at least implied that he was hungry. Maybe he didn't feel hungry. Or maybe he was hungry, but he just wasn't aware of it.

"Huh," said Draco, who was sitting in front of dining table in the kitchen all this time, watching her as she chopped whatever it was she was chopping (onions), he couldn't exactly identify it, he wasn't of much help in the kitchen, but it seemed to make his eyes hurt and water. "I didn't know you could cook." That was true. They just "met" each other a couple of hours ago, after all. Hermione was startled at the sound of his voice and made a sound, as if she was hurt.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" Draco mocked. Hermione ignored him, washed her hands, grabbed her wand and mended her cut finger. Ah, so she cut her finger. Draco felt quite bad about this, which might be a first. He had also been wondering why she even bothered on cooking the Muggle way. She could easily do things with a swish or a flick of her wand. If she can mend her finger by the use of magic, why not cook with magic, too? Why did she want to do it the hard way? Both he and she were hungry and yet she still persisted on cooking the slower and less convenient way. Little did he know that she was doing this on purpose to try to impress him.

Draco soon got bored of watching her cook, stood up from his chair and walked over to the living room. This was the first time he had ever examined a part of this house. He didn't quite know how he could have ever agreed with the colour scheme of red and gold: the colours of Gryffindor. He did not hate the House (anymore?), no, but he was still a Slytherin at heart and was still very loyal to his House that he would rather that the colours were green and silver. As much as he'd like to change the colours, right here, right now, he did not. He had a feeling they might end up like Flora and Maryweather during the ending of Disney's Sleeping Beauty. Not that he had ever watched it.

He decided to just fiddle with this Muggle contraption. He had a feeling that it was used for entertainment and decided to give it a go. He pressed a few buttons until something happened, and unexpectedly (well, it wouldn't be unexpected if you were a Muggle), a picture flashed across the screen. The pictures were moving, and it kind of reminded him of the paintings in Hogwarts, except the creatures weren't wizards, or human, even. There was a yellow, sponge thing living in a pineapple under a sea of some sort and he was apparently friends with a pink starfish. He did not see how Muggles found this entertaining. He could see though why Hermione is as strange as she is; these Muggles must have influenced her.

Regardless of that, though, he still continued watching it.

After about a couple of hours, Hermione finally called him for dinner. And yes, he watched Nickelodeon for about two hours. (No one will ever know…)

He walked into the kitchen or dining room or whatever, the delicious smell of Hermione's spaghetti in the air. She beckoned for him to sit down, and he did, and they both started eating, without a word said to each other.

Hermione was pretty happy that Draco seemed to be enjoying the food.

"…why are you smiling, Granger?" Draco asked.

"I was smiling?" Hermione replied, her face now clearly in confusion.

Draco nodded.

"Huh," said Hermione simply.

"So why were you smiling?" Draco asked again, a bit frustrated.

"Well, you seemed to be enjoying the food. I like that fact." Hermione smiled. Of course, Draco had already tasted her cooking, but since they were starting over and stuff…

Draco cleared his throat and scowled. "To be quite honest with you, your cooking is actually horrible."

"Really, Malfoy? Really?" Hermione said. "Then do explain why you had seconds."

"I was hungry, Granger. You'd expect me to eat more than one serving, would you not?"

Hermione glared at him, stood up, and said, "Honestly Malfoy, are you always this rude to people you've only just met?"

Draco was about to answer, but before he could say a word, Hermione left the room.

A/N: Yes, I know, I always end a chapter with Hermione leaving or some kind of declaration some character said but I have no originality so live with it.