A/N: Okay, I lied. I just finished the next chapter. This was not beta'd and so there might be horrible mistakes, as I am just getting used to my new keyboard. I plan on reworking this whole fic when I finish and in order to post it on FIA. So, besides all that, I hope you enjoy! Please review!

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Chapter Six: The Pink Umbrella

In England it rains. It rains nearly every single day. Sometimes it pours, other times it drizzles, and some days the clouds above look so threatening that one carries an umbrella out of fear. So, a common accessory is the umbrella, and most everyone owns one, sometimes more than one. Ginny is no exception.

That day her umbrella lay haphazardly in a corner by the desk in her office. When Draco's eyes spotted it something deep in his memory seemed to click. Now, the umbrella was not your average umbrella. Many Londoners own simple black umbrellas that go with almost anything in their closets. Ginny's was in no way uniform.

It was pink.

So, imagine Draco's surprise when the one thing in the room that ignited some form of memory was a pink umbrella. He blinked at it a couple of times before turning to Ginny who looked extremely expectant.

"What do you remember?" She looked rather eager and Draco swallowed. Hard.

"Er…the umbrella." He stated. "I don't know what it is about it. I remember a shop…um…a very, very, cluttered shop. And…and a woman. I can't see her, but I remember her wanting a pink umbrella. She was captivated with it. I remember buying the umbrella for her and thinking that only she would want something so outrageous. But I was happy to buy it for her, because…"Draco trailed off and then looked at the umbrella again. "Because I loved her."

"Oh." Ginny blink rapidly and let out a sniff. "That's good. Very good. Um, anything else?"

"No, not at the moment." Draco looked sorry and confused. "Why do you have a pink umbrella?"

"My fiancé bought it for me a few years ago. It's my favorite." She smiled softly at him.

"Oh, well," Draco reluctantly accepted the fact that his doctor was engaged. "It is a very nice umbrella."

"Thank you!" Ginny laughed loudly. "I'm rather fond of it myself."

"So, the memories, will I get more?" Draco thought her laugh was infectious and eerily familiar.

"Yes. You just have to have the proper triggers."

"Triggers?" Draco questioned.

"Sights, smells, sounds, and feelings. That sort of thing." Ginny turned slightly and looked out of the window. "Some of which you can't get inside of a hospital."

"Where would I get them?" Draco wondered what his doctor was thinking about.

"Tomorrow we go out. We will go to places that you have been and see if anything triggers your memory." Ginny turned back to him, a smile spreading across her pretty face. "Would you like that?"

"I think I would like that very much."

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Ginny ran a hand through her already mussed hair and sighed. She stood before her living room window, a fire roaring in the fire place, and a mug of hot tea in her hand. The cars, cabs, and buses cast happily dancing lights over her reflection every few seconds, but Ginny didn't mind. She was too deep in her thoughts about Draco.

Just the sight of him made her heart stammer and her breath get caught. Earlier, in her office when he remembered the pink umbrella she had wanted to tell him. She had wanted to just come out with it, for she was bursting with the secret.

Another part of her screamed not to tell him. Because secretly she wanted him to remember her and remember what he had done to her and explain. And that part of her was ready to move on. That part of her remembered Owen's lips and Owen's arms holding her as she cried. Yes, that part of her was Team McKinney all the way.

"Ginny?"

"Merlin!" Ginny screamed as she turned from the window wildly. "Oh, you scared me!" she said once she had gathered her breath.

"Sorry, Gin-girl." The red-haired male chuckled.

"You'd better be, Dad, or I'll be forced to tell Mum about your secret stash of spark plugs you've hidden in the Burrow's bathroom." Ginny laughed. "What are you doing here anyways?"

"Can't a dear old Dad just stop by and say hello to his daughter?" Arthur replied, feigning innocence.

"Yes, but you wouldn't. What's up?" Ginny looked at him, a small smirk on her lips.

"Your Mum sent me over with some shepherds' pie."

"Oh, here let's take that into the kitchen." Ginny said as she finally took notice of the container in her father's hands. "Would you like some tea, Dad?"

"Yes, actually, I would." Her father replied as he followed her into the yellow kitchen.

"How is everyone at the Burrow?" Ginny asked as she set the kettle on.

"Oh, fine, fine. Bill and Fleur left this morning for Spain, they left the children with us, of course. Your mum sure loves to be a grandmother, let me tell you."

"Mmm." was Ginny's quiet response "How are they behaving?"

"Very good, actually. Spencer was out chasing the gnomes today and Emerson went off to 'sing with the wood nymphs' or so she declares. And your mother spent the day with the baby."

"I'm glad they seem to be having a good time." Ginny smiled.

"You seem a little down. Your Mum said she noticed when you flooed that you seemed a bit pale, are you feeling all right?"

"Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine." Ginny smiled again as she poured her dad a cup of tea.

"Are you having problems at work?"

"No, everything is fine." Ginny dropped one spoon full of sugar in her father's cup and then added two to her own.

"You know, Ginny, we are all so proud of you. You have done so well with your life and we support you in every decision you make, we just want you to be able to tell us when you need us, all right?"

"Dad." Ginny handed him his mug, which he took a long sip from. "I am fine. I have a new case this week and my caseload is already tight as it is. I am just… tired."

"Tired." Arthur repeated.

"Tired, Daddy." Ginny gave him a small smile.

"We know what the date was yesterday, Ginevra." Arthur set his mug down and leaned against the counter.

"Dad, don't." Ginny's voice cut through the air, coldly.

"Ginny, I know that you are hurting right now, we all do. I think it would be better for you to talk about it. What happened really hurt you; you can't deny that you still ache."

"Please, this is not the time, Dad." She begged audibly and silently that her father would just let this go. She couldn't, wouldn't talk about it. If he knew what was going on...What was going on? Ginny felt the tears well up and she hastily brushed them aside.

"Dad." Her voice cracked, ready to give way. "Dad." Ginny was in tears now, her small shoulders shook with small, quiet sobs. "It still hurts."

Arthur set his cup of tea down and pulled his only daughter closer to him and held her as she cried. She needed this, he thought, needed this closure.

"Aww, Gin-bug, cry it out. Soon you'll get through it."

"No. No I won't." Ginny's muffled words came out in between sobs.

"Yes. Yes, you will. We have all suffered from broken hearts. Soon it will hurt less."

"It won't. It won't because he came back."

Arthur pulled away in order to look into his daughters tear filled eyes. "What do you mean he came back?"

Ginny drew herself out of her father's arms with a hiccupy sigh; she hadn't meant to blurt that out. "I mean that the other day I was called to do a consult with a fellow doctor. I…I got to the room and Draco was there."

"Ginny! Why didn't you say anything?"

'He doesn't remember, Dad. Nothing, not even his own name! Honestly a Malfoy not remembering his own name!" Ginny laughed bitterly and then fresh tears spilled onto her cheeks. "Daddy, I don't know what to do! What do I do?"

"Tell him his past, darling! Tell him who he is and…wait, why are you even asking me this? You of all people should know the…you didn't tell him." Arthur finally realized what exactly his daughter had done. "Ginny!"

"No, I didn't tell him." Ginny sobbed quietly into the palms of her hands. "I couldn't. I just, I don't know why I-" Ginny broke off, her sobs overcoming her in a wave as she fought to breathe. "I want him to remember me on his own."

"But that's not fair, you know that's not fair." Arthur pulled his only daughter close to him and held her. "You need to tell him what his life was like. What he was like, you know that will help."

"That's the problem. I don't know. I don't know if everything we shared was a lie. I don't know if he moved on after he left. I…just don't know anything."

"Ginny. I won't interfere. I need you to do what you think is best for him, as a patient. He needs to be given the same opportunities as everyone else in that ward."

"Your right." Ginny agreed. "I just, I don't know if I can tell him about us yet. It'll be too hard. I will tell him, though, eventually."

Arthur just nodded and pulled his daughter into another hug.

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Draco was glad to find clothes sitting by his bed when he woke that morning. He'd had an internal battle the night before, trying to figure out what month it was and who to ask for clothes besides the gown he wore now. So, he was very grateful as he slipped into the tan trousers and buttoned up the white shirt. As he fixed his hair he wondered what types of places Ginny would take him to. Ginny. He couldn't deny how attracted he was to his doctor. Nor how curious.

And he was curious, very much so. Ginny Weasley was a mystery. However, unlike the mystery of his past, he could solve her. He thought of all the things he knew about her. He knew her name and her occupation. He knew that sometimes she would say things low under her breath and then pretend she said nothing. He knew that sometimes she looked so sad and others she would smile so brightly it almost hurt his eyes.

He had two missions for the day. One was to capture memories of his past and the other was to solve the case of his undeniably sexy doctor.

"Draco?" a voice called from outside the lavatory door.

"Yeah?" Draco stepped out stopped in his tracks. Ginny Weasley had looked great in the lime-green robes she had worn the day before, but she looked spectacular in the dark green sundress she wore today. Draco couldn't help himself, "You look…great."

"Thanks." Ginny smiled, something flashing in her deep brown eyes. "Your not so bad yourself."

Draco frowned.

"What?" Ginny asked confused.

"I don't know. I think I remember someone saying that to me before." Draco squeezed his eyes tightly shut, trying desperately to remember more.

"That's great! Do remember who said it to you?" Ginny knew that he probably wouldn't remember that it was her who said it, but she couldn't stop herself from hoping.

"I think a woman, but I can't see her. I don't know." He opened his eyes and then looked dejectedly towards the floor.

"That's okay, Draco." Ginny patted him on the back, her fingers tingling from the touch. "That's how these things normally happen. We are already off to a pretty good start."

"It's just frustrating." Draco sighed and then looked back towards her, a crooked smile on his face. "Where are you taking me?"

"You'll see." Ginny felt the butterflies dance in her belly when he gave her that smile. "Lets get going!"

Ginny guided Draco through the crowded halls of St. Mungo's and towards the Floo's. He was watching everything in awe. Ginny had forgotten how fascinating that place could be and smiled as she watched him.

"Ginny!" a voice boomed over the crowd. Ginny turned towards it and smiled.

"Owen!" Ginny greeted him, Draco just waited behind her.

"How are you? Feeling better?" Owen had crossed the distance and was standing in front of her.

"Much. How was your day off?"

"All right. I missed you like crazy." He smiled and looked down at her dress. "Working today?"

"Yes and no. I'm taking Draco around the Alley. Trying to help bring back some memories." She turned to Draco, who looked rather sullen. "Draco, this is Doctor McKinney. He did your surgery."

"Oh. Hello." Draco extended his hand.

"Hello." Owen shook his hand, wondering how much Ginny had told him. He couldn't let this blond prat interfere. "Doing better?"

"Yes." Draco didn't like the way the man leered at Ginny or the way he spoke to him. As if he had a personal vendetta against him. Ginny seemed oblivious to both.

"Well we best be off." She smiled.

"Are we still on for Tomorrow?" Owen asked. Draco's frown deepened.

"Yes. I get off at five."

"Pick you up at seven." Owen said before he reached out and brought Ginny closer so he could kiss her. He kissed her hard, showing Draco exactly who the girl belonged to.

"Er-see you." Ginny pulled away, blushing.

"Goodbye." Owen smirked.

Ginny continued to blush as she led Draco towards the fireplaces and he continued to sulk

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