Draco looked at the large pile of paperwork still sitting on his desk and groaned, he was sick of filling in forms and writing reports about things he had no memory of. The only good thing about the situation in Draco's opinion was the fact it was Friday afternoon, he had only returned to work on Tuesday but he already couldn't wait to escape the office for the weekend.

When Draco had returned to work, he had known exactly where to find his office and he had known that Harry was in the office opposite his. Like the other things he automatically knew, he had no explanation as to how he knew it as he had no memory of ever being in the Auror department before Tuesday.

Since his return to work Draco had been harassing Harry to let him help in the investigation regarding his attack, so far Harry had been able to stop him by reminding him he had to do his own work before he was free to help the investigation. Reluctantly Draco had agreed to catch up on his own work, but he had told Harry that once it was up to date he was joining the investigation. Harry wanted to argue but knew the blond was determined, so he had agreed to him eventually joining the investigation.

As boring as the paperwork was, Draco had spent the last few days doing as much as possible so he could finally get to see how far the investigation into his attack had come. It had been seven weeks since his attack and from what he could gather, Harry and his team were no further forward in discovering what had really happened. Draco was itching to get investigating and hopefully coming up with some answers.

By the time Draco was ready to leave the office he had finished most of his paperwork, looking at his desk he was satisfied that by Monday afternoon he would be investigating his attack and not stuck in his office with piles of dull paperwork.

As Draco was leaving his office he bumped into Harry, exiting his own.

"Potter, have you made any progress?" Draco asked as the two men made their way to the elevator.

"No, but I'm expecting the reports on the unofficial portkey's on my desk on Monday." Harry said, disappointed he couldn't deliver any better news.

"Hopefully we'll discover something then." Draco sighed. "Not knowing what happened is driving me mad."

"I can imagine." Harry said sympathetically, stepping into the elevator as it arrived. "How's Hermione?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Good, we're off to my parents for dinner tonight." Draco said, unable to stop the smile that played on his lips at the mention of his wife.

Even though him and Hermione hadn't come close to kissing again, they had grown closer in the past few days and Hermione would regularly touch him on the arm or give him a peck on the cheek.

Harry noticed the smile on Draco's face at his mention of Hermione and couldn't help smiling himself.

"I thought they'd gone to France." Harry said, remembering how Hermione had visited his house the night before Draco had returned home, panicking about Lucius and Narcissa's absence.

"They came home this afternoon." Draco said as they exited the elevator and headed towards the fireplaces situated in the atrium. "I guess they think it's safe to return and I'm less likely to go running to the Manor to hide."

"You won't, will you?" Harry asked, hoping the blond wasn't about to break his best friend's heart.

"No, of course I won't." Draco tutted. "My place is at home, with Hermione."

"Have fun tonight." Harry smiled, pleased things seemed to be working out for Draco and Hermione. "I've got to go, Luna's made dinner reservations."

Draco said goodbye to Harry and watched as he flooed home to Luna. When Draco stepped into the fire instead of returning home he headed to Diagon Alley to pick up some flowers for his mother.


Draco wandered round the florist waiting for the witch to prepare the bouquet he had picked out for his mother. A display of stargazer lilies caught his attention, and suddenly a memory flashed through his mind.

...

Draco and Hermione were walking through a small wizarding village in southern France. They were happily chatting away to each other when Hermione stopped outside a small florist.

"Why did you stop?" Draco asked.

"Sorry, this display just caught my eye." Hermione said, looking in the window.

Draco looked in the window, directly at the front of the display was a delicate glass vase filled with a gorgeous bouquet of stargazer lilies.

"They're lovely." Hermione said, looking at the flowers. "Stargazer lilies are my favourite."

"Really." Draco said as he disappeared into the shop.

Hermione watched as he spoke to the woman in the shop and returned a few minutes later.

"She'll deliver them to the Villa, later this afternoon." Draco said, reappearing at Hermione's side.

"You didn't have to." Hermione said, watching as the owner put a sold sign in front of the vase of flowers.

"I know, I wanted to." Draco said, kissing Hermione gently on the lips.

...

Draco was thrilled a memory had returned, he picked a bouquet from the display and headed to the counter so the owner could also arrange a bouquet for Hermione.

"I'll take these as well." He told the woman. "They're my wife's favourite."

"Your wife's lucky to have a husband who can remember her favourite flower, mine can't even remember to buy me any sort of flowers." The witch laughed, as she finished arranging the flowers.


Hermione was sitting working in the library when she heard the floo network sound, a quick glance at the time told her it was probably Draco, although he was slightly later than normal. The sound of footsteps on the stairs told her she was right and a few seconds later she heard the library door open and Draco appeared in the doorway.

"Sorry I'm late, I stopped off to get some flowers for mother." Draco said, still standing in the doorway.

"That was a good idea." Hermione said, she knew how much her mother-in-law liked flowers.

"I also got something else." Draco said, entering the room but keeping his hands behind his back.

Hermione looked up, wondering what her husband was up to.

"I thought these might be a way of apologising for my behaviour when I first woke up." Draco said, he had been feeling guilty over the first week he had spent in hospital for a while now, he had been really horrible to Hermione during that week.

Draco produced the bouquet of lilies form behind his back and handed them to Hermione.

"They're gorgeous." Hermione gasped, surprised by the gesture. "They're also my favourite."

"I know." Draco said, frowning. "Or at least I did when I bought them."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, confused.

Draco sat down at the table, opposite Hermione. "When I bought them I told the woman in the shop they were your favourite, because when I saw the display I remembered something that told me they were your favourite."

"You remembered something, that's great." Hermione said, pleased things were getting better.

"Yeah, it would be if I could still remember the memory." Draco muttered.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, in the florist I remembered something and now I have no idea what I remembered, it's gone again." Draco explained, not quite understanding what was happening himself. "All I remember is the memory revealed your favourite flower, but I can't remember anything else."

Hermione sat stunned for several minutes, she thought when Draco started to remember things the memories would stay in his head.

"That doesn't make sense." Hermione said slowly. "When you first woke up and were still in hospital, I did some research into amnesia and nowhere did I read about memories returning then disappearing again.

"Well mine have, perhaps you did research in the wrong place." Draco shrugged. "I'm going for a shower and to get changed for tonight."

Hermione watched Draco leave, his words echoing in her head, maybe she had researched in the wrong place. The healer had said the amnesia was the result to a blow to the head, what if it wasn't, what if it was the result of magic. All the research Hermione had done involved amnesia caused by blows to the head, she had never done any research into magical causes of memory loss.

Hermione wanted to do some research into the matter but knew she didn't have time before they left for dinner at the Manor. Vowing to do some research after they returned, Hermione headed down stairs to put her flowers in water, when she returned she placed the vase in the library and headed to the spare room to get dressed.


Dinner at the Manor was a great success, Lucius and Narcissa were thrilled that Draco had made an effort and were happy to see their son and his wife were getting along with each other. Draco thanked his parents for leaving for a while, he admitted if they hadn't he would have ran straight to the Manor as soon as he had a chance, he failed to mention the fact that he had in fact still tried to do such a thing.

Narcissa and Lucius told Draco and Hermione all about their short holiday and Lucius revealed his plans to work less and spend more time with his wife at their French villa.

After a lovely dinner and a few hours of pleasant conversation Draco and Hermione excused themselves and flooed home.

"Draco, can we talk." Hermione said, when they arrived in their front room.

"Yes." Draco replied, nervous about Hermione's serious attitude.

Hermione sat on the settee and Draco sat down next to her.

"It's about your attack." Hermione started, expressing the thoughts that had been running through her head all night. "And what you told me earlier, about your memories."

Draco sat puzzled as to what Hermione was talking about, but he didn't interrupt. He had learnt in the past few weeks that Hermione always made her point, she just sometimes took her time in getting to it.

"I've been thinking, I researched amnesia caused by head injuries and there's no mention of memories returning and then disappearing." Hermione said. "But I didn't research magical reasons for memory loss."

"Why would you? The healer said it was the blow to my head that caused the amnesia." Draco said, unsure of where Hermione was heading with her theory.

"What if he was wrong? What if he assumed that's what caused the amnesia and it was really a spell." Hermione said, voicing her thoughts.

"That makes no sense, though." Draco shook his head. "Potter said he thought a second Death Eater attacked me, why would he remove my memory."

"I don't think he did." Hermione said, thinking about what Draco had told her about the raid before it had taken place. "You and Harry were certain there was only one Death Eater, you'd been checking for weeks so you'd be prepared."

"So if it wasn't a second Death Eater, it had to be someone else." Draco mused. "But who? And why?"

"It had to have either been someone who was there or someone who knew about the raid." Hermione explained. "I don't know about the why though."

Draco thought about what Hermione was saying, if his amnesia was the result of a spell what she was saying made perfect sense. Someone had deliberately attacked him and removed his memory, the question was why. Looking at Hermione sitting deep in thought, he suddenly knew the reason he had been attacked.

"You."

"Me what?" Hermione asked, puzzled by her husband's sudden outburst.

"You asked the reason I was attacked, it was you." Draco said, the pieces falling into place. "Think about it, they removed my memory to just before my family joined the Order and I came into regular contact with you."

"So whoever did this wanted to erase your entire memory of our relationship." Hermione said, wondering if Draco was right.

"Yes, whoever did this wanted me out of your life." Draco said. "We're looking for someone who doesn't want us to be together."

Hermione thought about what Draco was saying, her theory about magic being the cause of his memory loss and his about the reason for the attack, made sense. The only question's left were who had done this and why now?