A/N: I feel like this chapter is just "meh" for some reason. Hopefully you all like it though :)


"So this is Grangers place, huh?" Draco asked as they apparated into a screened-in porch.

"Her parents place, actually, but she lives here," said Harry, rummaging through his trousers pocket.

"Why not just knock then?" asked Draco, lifting his hand to the door.

"Because no one else is here. Her parents, uh, moved to Australia," said Harry, finally pulling out a key from his pocket. He inserted it into the deadbolt and unlocked the door. "This is a muggle neighborhood, so she locks the door the muggle way," Harry said to Draco's questioning look.

"I know what a key is for, Potter. But I'm curious as to why Granger lives in this big house, by herself, instead of a smaller place, like a flat," said Draco as he entered in the house behind Harry.

Harry sighed, "It's a long story... well, not really long, just more of it's none of your business. Now, keep an eye out while I go look for that manuscript."

Draco rolled his eyes but followed Harry up the stairs. They walked down a short hallway and Harry entered a room that looked like it was once a girls bedroom with a twin size bed pushed up against the wall, but now turned into an office, as a huge desk took up the majority of the space.

"Granger's room?" Draco asked, picking up a stuffed animal that was on a shelf.

Harry nodded, "Yeah, or least it used to be. She uses it for an office. She sleeps in the master bedroom now."

Harry rummaged around the large desk that was up against a light purple colored wall. "I know it's in here somewhere… a-ha!" he said, finding a locked drawer. "Hm… locked. I wonder if a key is around here…"

"Allow me," said Draco, going up to the locked drawer, his wand out, "Alohomora." The lock on the drawer clicked and Draco pulled open the drawer effortlessly. He smirked at Harry. "Just because she's in a muggle home, doesn't mean she doesn't use magic."

"And what would you know about muggle homes?" asked Harry, pulling out a thick manilla envelope.

Draco shrugged, "Not much, except for the fact that I live in one."

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Really? You live in a muggle home?"

"A flat, actually, pretty high class, but muggle all the same," said Draco, fiddling with an otter paperweight he picked up from the desk.

"Why?" asked Harry, closing the drawer. "You have a manor all to yourself. Why on earth would you choose to move into a muggle building? I thought you didn't even like muggles."

"Potter, I haven't stepped foot in the Malfoy Manor since my house arrest was up and my mother moved out. I hate that place and everything it stands for and for everything that happened there. As for muggles, I've come to regard them with a certain amount of respect."

This time both of Harry's eyebrows raised, "Really?"

"Mhm. Did you know that in order to become a healer, you have to work at a muggle hospital for a few months? That's when I gained respect for them. Saving lives without the use of magic? It's really something."

"Wow Malfoy. You've really changed," said Potter, giving him a grin,

"Yeah well, too bad I can't say the same about some people," said Draco, irritably, setting down the paperweight.

"Who are you-"

"Weasley. Automatically assuming that I had something to do with what happened to Granger? It's just like at Hogwarts, when you guys always thought I was up to something."

"Um, that's because you usually were," said Harry, though he was smiling. "Look, Ron just holds onto grudges and doesn't forget the past like most do. I'll talk to him though, make sure he doesn't go accusing you anymore."

Draco nodded, "Good, because I'd hate to have to punch him in his freckled face."

Harry rolled his eyes, "Anyways, we should head back."

"Ah yes, homemade chocolate cream pie," Draco said with a grin.

They heard a creak below them and the two men looked at each other, both taking out their wands. Harry put a finger to his lips and Draco nodded as they tiptoed out of the room. They heard someone rummaging through stuff downstairs and Harry picked up his pace towards the set of stairs. As he stepped down onto the first step, it creaked and the noises downstairs suddenly stopped, followed shortly but a faint pop of someone disapparating.

"Shit," said Harry, running down the stairs, Draco following close behind.

"Gone," said Draco, lowering his wand.

"Fuck!" said Harry as he punched the wall in frustration, "We could have caught the bastard." He glanced at his hand, his knuckles bleeding, "Shit.."

Draco rolled his eyes, "Thank goodness you're in the presence of a Healer, eh Potter?" He took out his wand and waved it over Harry's hand, the cuts disappearing within seconds.

"Thanks," grumbled Harry, taking out his own wand and fixing the small dent in the wall that his fist made. "I'll need to set up wards so that if anyone comes in here, we'll be notified and hopefully get here in time, then we can go."

"As long as your wife still gives us some pie, that's fine." said Draco, sitting down on the plush, burgundy couch while Harry did his work.


Draco sat back in his chair, a content smile on his face, "That was delicious, Ginny."

"Thanks, Draco. I'll send you home with another slice if you want?" she offered.

Draco looked at Harry, "Potter, I think I'm in love with your wife."

Harry glared at Draco and pulled Ginny's chair closer to his. He placed an arm around her shoulders and said, "Mine."

"Alright, fine, be selfish," said Draco with a smirk. He glanced at his wristwatch, "I should head out. I have another early day tomorrow." He looked to Ginny, "Thanks again for dinner and the pie."

"Anytime," she said with a sincere smile. "Let me get you a slice to go, ok?"

Draco nodded, standing up.

"Are you planning on talking to Hermione tomorrow?" Harry asked as he followed Draco into the living room.

Draco sighed, pulling on his cloak, "I don't know if it's wise if I keep going to see her. I'm not her friend, you are."

"Yeah, but for some reason, she trusts you and opens up to you. Maybe if you can get her talking, she might start remembering."

Draco scratched the back of his head, "Fine. If I have time to stop by, I will, but I make no promises."

Harry gave him a relieved smile, "Thanks, Malfoy."

Ginny walked back with a container full of chocolate cream pie, "Here you go. Don't eat it all in one setting, ok?"

"Yes ma'am," said Draco with grin. He took the container and shrunk it before placing it in his cloak pocket.

"Did you want to use the floo?" asked Harry, reaching for the floo powder on the mantle.

"No, thanks. My place isn't connected to the Network," said Draco. "I'll just apparate home."

"Oh, ok," said Harry, setting the powder back.

"See you, Potters," said Draco, before he turned on the spot and disapparated with a pop.

Ginny wrapped an arm around Harry's lower back as he slung an arm over her shoulder, kissing her temple. "He's changed," she said.

Harry nodded, "That he has. I never thought the day would come when Malfoy would be eating dinner at our place and the house would still be standing afterwards."

Ginny smiled and kissed his cheek, "I'm proud of you, both of you, for putting aside your differences."

Harry looked at Ginny and grinned, "Yeah?"

"Yeah. It's a real turn on," she said with a wink, as she linked her hand with his and tugged him towards the stairs."

"I may just have to invite Malfoy over for dinner more often," he said, sweeping Ginny up from her feet and carrying her up the stairs, both laughing quietly as to not wake their sleeping child.


True to his word, Draco stopped by Hermione's room before his shift started the next morning. He didn't usually make it a habit of getting to work almost an hour early, but when he woke up before his alarm and couldn't go back to sleep, he figured he might as well visit the witch and see if they could get the process rolling on her memories.

It was early, and a chill was in the air as he walked to St. Mungo's, so he stopped at a coffee shop and decided to get something for Granger as well. He wasn't sure what she'd like, so he got her black coffee and pocketed some sugars and cream into his pocket.

He knocked lightly on the door to her room and opened it, not surprised to see her already awake, the book she was borrowing from him in her lap. She looked up and gave him a smile, "Good morning, Healer Malfoy," she said, before turning her attention back to the book.

"Morning Granger," he said as he walked over to her and offered one of the cups of coffee, "I wasn't sure what you drank, so I just got you a black coffee with some packets of cream and sugar."

"Oh," she said, surprised, taking the offered insulated cup. "Thank you." She removed the lid from the top and inhaled, closing her eyes to savor the aroma, "I just love the smell of coffee." She took a sip, the made a face, "The taste, not so much."

Draco nearly chuckled, drinking his own beverage, "It's an acquired taste. Do you want to add any cream or sugar?"

She shook her head, "No thanks. I usually prefer a cappuccino, but when that's not available, a hot chocolate will always do."

Draco raised a brow. "Is that something you remembered?" he asked.

Hermione gasped, her eyes widening with excitement, "I did!"

Draco grinned, and opened the flap to his shoulder bag, pulling out a notebook. "Here," he said, placing the notebook on the nightstand next to her bed, "Whenever you recall anything, whether it's from a dream or memory, write it down. It might help."

Hermione picked up the simple, black notebook, "That's a good idea, thank you."

Draco sat down in the chair next to the bed, "Think nothing of it. But, I do want to talk to you about Potter and Weasley."

She gave him a sorrowful look, "I still don't want to see them. Everytime I close my eyes…."

"That's fine, but, just know that when you are ready to see them, they'll be waiting."

Hermione nodded, biting her lip, as she fiddled with the cup in her hand. Draco took the drink from her and changed the coffee to a hot chocolate before handing it back.

"Thanks," she said with a small smile, taking a sip.

He waited for her to finish taking another sip before asking, "Did you have any more dreams last night?"

She shook her head, "No, I asked Healer Newton for the Dreamless Sleep and it worked; no dreams."

"Good." Draco took a big gulp of his coffee, nearly finishing it. "How are you coming along with the book?"

"Over halfway done. It's fascinating!" she said with a wide grin, "I can barely put it down."

"And nothing is coming back to you? About your time at Hogwarts?" he asked.

She shook her head, "No, nothing yet, sorry."

Draco shrugged, "Nothing to be sorry for. You'll get your memories back." He stood up, "Enjoy your hot chocolate and the book. I have to get ready for my shift."

"Will you come back after?" she asked, hopefulness shining in her eyes.

"I'll...try," he said.

"Alright," she said leaning back onto her pillows, "Have a good day, Malfoy."

"You too."

As he left the room, he cursed himself, because he knew for a fact that he'd be back to see her later that day.