Chapter Three: My Memory

Draco's POV

All through the sorting ceremony, I could only think about Kryztal. 'Krys', a voice in my head said. 'You call her Krys, and you're the only one she allows to call her that'. What the Hell? I've never even properly met the girl, how can I give her a nickname? But I didn't have time to wonder about that, because Professor McGonagall came up to me and took me to her office.

When we arrived, she sat down at her desk and said, "Mister Malfoy, do you recall when your father wiped out a part of your memory?" I nodded. "Well, we are going to get it back. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go get Miss Dove." She stood.

"Professor?"

"Yes, Mister Malfoy?"

"With all due respect, what does Kryztal have to do with this?" I asked, confused. She smiled.

"You will understand once you have your memory back." And with that, she left.

She was back in minutes, with a very confused looking Kryztal following her. When she caught sight of me, Kryztal froze. Professor McGonagall murmured something, making Kryztal relax just a little bit. She was about to ask Professor McGonagall something, when Professor Dumbledore walked in.

"Well, let's begin," he said. "Now, normally, I wouldn't do this all at once, but this has been delayed far too long already, and we must act quickly." He placed his hands on either side of my face. All of a sudden, I was bombarded with scenes of Kryztal.

She was eleven years old, had faint bruises on her arms, and was being held extremely protectively by a boy who was about fifteen years old. 'The first time I saw her,' I thought. 'Merlin, even then she was beautiful.'

New scene: It was summer, and she was being dragged through Diagon Alley. By that time we were like brother and sister, always looking out for each other. Her uncle- who was taking care of her while her parents were gone- seemed to think she was taking too long and slapped her across the face. Before I could do anything, my mother dragged me away.

New scene, second year: We were in potions class, and she was just finishing up her potion. Professor Snape examined her cauldron, and smiled, which wasn't really as rare as people thought it was. He gave her full marks and said that she had a lot of potential and that he was expecting great things from her. She grinned.

New scene, third year: It was Christmas, and she was unwrapping the gift I had gotten her. A brand new board, since her uncle had snapped her old one in half and burned the pieces. She screamed in delight and launched herself at me, hugging me so tightly I could barely breathe. I hugged her back.

New scene, fourth year: I asked her to come to hogsmeade with me, where I told her about my gifts: commanding people and reading auras, and she shocked me by telling me her gifts as well: Commanding objects and reading minds. That was also our first kiss.

New scene, still fourth year: She told me why so didn't let anyone call her Krys. 'It's what my father called me before he died in The Final Battle,' she said. 'I only let people I truly love call me Krys…like you' I was shocked, but ever since then, I've called her Krys. That was also the day she showed me her scars, told me about her uncle – I had thought that the slap in Diagon Alley was a onetime thing, turns out I was dead wrong- , and the day I heard her sing for the first time.

New scene, the last time I saw her: We were just sitting, her in my lap with her head on my chest. A breeze swept by and I caught her delicious scent of cinnamon and vanilla.

I heard a scream of pain, and figured it was my own seeing as my whole body felt as if it was on fire.

"DRACO!" I heard her shout. Suddenly, the pain stopped and I found myself on the floor. I opened my eyes.

"Krys?" I stared. She bit her lip. Then I shouted her nickname and held her close.

"Draco…I love you," I heard her say. I froze, my eyes widening. It was the first time either of us had said it. She began to pull away but I held her tighter, and kissed her softly. Remembering the professors, we pulled away.

"Your password to your common room is 'Salazar', Mister Malfoy, your Head Boy room's password is whatever you want it to be," Professor Dumbledore said, along with something about kitchens. We said goodnight to the professors then went to grab a quick dinner from the kitchens.

I decided to walk her to our common room. Just as she was about to say the password, I said "Kryztal," She slowly turned to face me. "I just wanted you to know…I love you too," Then I walked to my Head Boy room.

I decided to make my password "Gemstone". Kind of corny, I know, but I didn't want to flat out say "Kryztal", what if someone walked by and said her name? The door would automatically open and give them access to my private room, which could not happen.

I stepped into the room and quickly got into the shower, thinking about her. I hated my father even more now than I had then. On top of abusing me and my mother, being a death eater, and making me live in fear, he had erased Krys from my memory. I could only imagine how easier this last summer would have been, while I was trying to deal with the blow of either being rejected because of who Lucius was, or being pitied because of who Lucius was, if I had Krys by my side.

I closed my eyes and sighed as the hot water ran over me. I began to wish that Krys was here with me, pressed against me…I shook myself, trying to get the thought out of my head. It was much too soon to be wondering that…we were only fifteen anyway. The water began to get cold, so I got out and headed to bed for the night. My last thought was how beautiful Krys had looked as she told me she loved me.

A/N: Well, here it is… I'll have chapter four posted soon, as long as you tell me you want it. I won't post it til someone reviews saying that they want the next chapter.