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Draco's parents stared at the screen of the baby monitor that Severus Snape had magicked and installed. They had at first sneered at the idea that they needed a Muggle instrument to monitor their son, who certainly was not a baby no matter how much they wished he was still one. However, even with their bigot ideas about Muggle technology, they could not reason through the idea that it was the last thing that Draco would suspect them doing. They could be able to see what their darling was doing.
Narcissa's hands were shaking slightly as she held tightly to her cup. She was resolved to look as if she were enjoying tea with her husband, when she was busy watching her son's every move. She noted how her husband had not flipped one page of the book he had opened on the table as he frequently glance up at the screen showing their precious son. Her son had gone through a good amount of parchment, but was unable to produce anything that was satisfactory. He constantly crumpled his unfinished sketches before he through them across his room. She noted that his sketches started with one thing, young Harry Potter in a bed that Severus Snape explained to be a hospital bed. Slowly there were more things added, such as that Weasely boy that Harry Potter always tugged around. Draco was having trouble drawing the Mudblood.
He had no trouble drawing Harry Potter in a hospital bed. That seemed to be the only good thing that came out with Draco in a muggle hospital. At least Draco did not seem too traumatized from being in a muggle hospital, but she suppose war could do that to a person. The Weasely boy was also draw effortlessly. Something about the Mudblood was bothering Draco. Draco was not even finishing to see if the sketch would move. It seemed that he was not pleased with what he was drawing. He had drawn her sitting in a chair, on the bed, standing next to the bed, standing near the window numerous of times.
Just thinking of the many times he had drawn her desperately was enough to make her heart ache. She was worried that he would be unable to draw another sketch. The Dark Lord was starting to get a bit impatient to see something after three weeks after Draco's excursion to the muggle world. She was just about to sip her cup of cooled tea when she noticed that Draco was staring at his latest unfinished sketch with his quill raised. Harry Potter and Ron Weasely was drawn the same way before. How was Draco going to draw the Mudblood? Did Draco know how he should draw the Mudblood?
Draco's pause seem infinitely long when it was only for a few short minutes. Narcissa held her breath, not noticing her husband standing up, frowning with worry. This time, Draco seem less frantic in his sketch. Every new line was added with precision. There was a quiet determination centered with the sort concentration that seemed to block out all of his doubts and worries. Within another few minutes, the Mudblood appeared to be standing next to Harry Potter's bed, looking at the door with a questioning look to the door. Then sketch was unmoving. Narcissa was about to get up when she noticed her son adding wayward hair. When he stopped, she noticed that the Mudblood was moving her head slightly as she switched from glancing at the door to glancing at Harry Potter with a worried, questioning look. Narcissa met her husband's glance with a smile. She turned her head back to look at her son when she was struck with the idea that her baby was lost as ever as he stared at the sketch as if he had never seen it. As if he had never seen the Mudblood that way. Which way, she did not know, but she certainly did not like it if it made her son upset. She did not know that Draco did not draw a questioning look on Hermione Granger. Draco had drawn Mudblood Granger looking at Harry with hope and despair, the same way she had looked at him when she thought he knew her. She was hoping for a good report on Potter's condition, but dreading a bad one. She wanted news but feared it would dash her hope. She was losing hope, but desperately holding on to it because it was the only thing leading her on. Granger was certainly not a simple creature.
Dr. Clayton was deeply worried about Hermione. That young man that had bumped into Hermione have been a wizard, but how had Severus Snape have such a good looking son? Perhaps, it was magic or Polyjuice. If it were not for the reveal condition that his fellow doctor had reported to him, he would have taken Hermione and left the area right away, despite the questions and worries that Hermione would have. To this point, he believed that the young man had doubt his own mind and would soon accept that he was losing his mind.
Dr. Clayton knew that he would have to move soon and was quickly making plans to move to another close by town where he would be advancing his healing career. Within a month, they would move and Hermione would be enrolled in the university that he had selected.
He had noticed that Hermione was a bit depressed, and hoped that her thirst for knowledge and a new start would help her out of it. He kept her busy by sending her out shopping for new clothes and school supplies with an elderly widow would lived next to them every day and tutoring her on his off days.
He could hear Hermione sobbing in her sleep and wake during the nights when she thought that nobody could hear her. He did not encourage her to make new friends because he feared her meeting people who knew her, particularly the young man that he had seen. She would have plenty of time to make friends at her university.
He was quite pleased to seen that Hermione's body was healing well, but he couldn't help from worrying about her mind. She seem fearful of her lost memories even though she was desperate to find a way to remember. However, he did not want her to ever to remember, but he did not like the way she was troubled about her past. He could not help but start doubting his judgment that she should not know.
Draco knew he should be please that he had drawn a moving sketch of Potter. He had sent it to the Dark Lord without a second thought and began to start the painting. He would be finished with it tomorrow and send it off with Professor Snape.
He knew that Professor Snape would be giving him more lessons on pretending to be a Muggle before he stepped out into the Muggle world again. He knew that he should be worried about the Dark Lord not being pleased with his painting or about being carted off to a Muggle hospital. He was only worried about seeing the Granger-look-alike. Perhaps he could convince Professor Snape to send him to another town. Like the town that Professor Snape had described before that he said that had many muggle students his age. There he could stay away from her, or the memory of her. But he did not know that he would see Hermione Granger shortly, since that town that Professor Snape had described was the one that Dr. Clayton had chosen.