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Who Am I Again?
Aoi Megami
The One who Threw the Surprise
Hermione Granger decided that somebody needs to explain to Draco Malfoy the meaning of stress-free. Because the stunt he pulled Thursday night, after an amazing night (she hated to admit), was anything but stress free. The circus did help clear her mind, but the ending scene, didn't so much. She couldn't entirely blame it all on Draco, since she did let it happen.
And that's what scared her.
She let it happen. She let him kiss her. Because deep down, she knew, that she was still irretrievably in love with Draco-sodding-Malfoy.
Oh, for the love of Merlin.
She thought back on that night, and groaned at her stupidity. Yes, the brightest witch of her age was reduced to a bumbling idiot after Draco's sudden confession. After he had told her he loved her, she replied with; I'm engaged.
Oh yes, very smart.
But the worst part is that she felt something! She felt that bond that connect ion that she had with him. And it really scared the shit out of her. She didn't need this. She didn't need to be thinking about Draco Malfoy, when only hours away, the biggest event their agency could possible plan is already prearranged. She needed to focus on that. Not him.
But then his words repeated in her head like a broken record; Not until you say 'I do'.
But he told her he loved her. And that was enough to send the butterflies in her stomach into frenzy. Because he loves her, he always had. And that was enough to break the walls that she had built around her, the same walls that protected her from possible future relationships (yes, even Jason), the walls to protect herself from Draco, and it shattered, by his simple warmth, his simple touch, his piercing eyes. Just like that, she was exposed. Exposed to him, and only him.
She shouldn't really be thinking about him.
But gods! She couldn't help but get lost to the thoughts of his warm embrace, his soft lips, his skilled tongue, and his captivating eyes. And the only thing that dismisses her thoughts of Draco Malfoy, is hurting Draco Malfoy.
Yes, finally, her conscience took over. She couldn't bear the thought of hurting him, because she loves him. But she still couldn't find the courage to tell him. She was more afraid of Draco's reaction, than Harry's, who had made time to be with her.
Oh, what a drag.
She groaned in frustration and shook her head wildly to clear all of the unwanted thoughts and worries. She checked the time on her small wristwatch that orbited around her thin wrist. It was an hour before the party begins, and she seriously needed to go back to the site.
She decided to worry about Draco another day.
Cameron looked around him. He was seated on one of the guest chairs with his mouth agape, still in disbelief of what Draco had revealed. He looked at the two bulky men who stood watch over him, keeping an eye on him so that he won't try to call Hermione and ruin the surprise.
Not that he really wanted to.
In fact, he actually wanted Draco to go through with this plan of his. Let's just say that he was deeply touched that someone would go through all the trouble of actually purchasing a company just to throw someone a surprise.
He looked around the vicinity and noticed that the place had started to fill up with more guests. He saw Draco Malfoy escort an older woman to her seat, who looked to be in her mid-forties—who Cam had guessed to be Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother. She was breath-taking, for a woman in her forties, her silky platinum blonde hair was twisted elegantly into a bun, her face, void of any lines, or any indication of aging, and she had same facial features as her son; alabaster complexion, high cheekbones, and the same distinguished nose.
He looked away from mother and son and noticed Harry Potter, talking animatedly to a petite woman with unkempt, waist-length, dirty blonde hair and prominent eyes, who also had a long stick—but Cam guessed it as her wand—snuggled safely behind her right ear. Cam scrunched his eyes at the woman and thought her weird. But Harry Potter seemed flushed and excited at her presence.
"So you're the famous new best friend," a feminine voice snapped him out of his wandering thoughts. Cam, with him mouth still agape, turned to look at the source of the voice. His eyebrows rose at the pretty woman before him. She had an oval shape face that housed an elongated nose, thin lips, and dark eyes. Her raven hair flowed radiantly behind her with her head cocked to one side as she studied him.
"I'm sorry?" Cam asked, not entirely sure who this female was and what she wanted with him. But the sight of the pretty raven-haired girl wasn't what caught Cam off guard. It was the burly girl behind her that rendered him speechless. The burly girl stood a head taller than the raven-haired girl. At first, Cam had thought the person to be male, but due to the fact that he was wearing a dress, it clicked that the person was actually female. She looked like the female version of his two body guards. The girl also had black, yet somewhat oily hair; she has noticeable freckles splattered over her wide nose, with a round face, and a thick neck. Cam unconsciously leaned back on his seat at the sight of her.
"You're the new best friend," the raven haired girl nearly snarled out.
"Wh-who are you?" Cam stuttered, clearly at a lost.
"For somebody to be the new best friend, you sure don't know a thing about her," she snapped.
"Well," Cam sighed with a mocking smile. "She clearly wanted to erase her past so she never mentions anything that's not worth mentioning," he smiled, clearly satisfied at the sudden flinch from the girl. She was clearly jealous and hurt.
"Pansy," Cam looked at Blaise who had spoken the pretty girl's name. "Don't aggravate the guests," he told her with a smile as he wrapped his arm around her trembling shoulders. "She'll be here soon," he said.
"Not soon enough," Pansy muttered and then turned to look at the burly girl. "Let's go Millicent," she told her and walked away from the men. "Let's go wait for Tracey," Cam heard her say. "She's always late."
"Are you alright?" Blaise asked the still shocked Cam.
"Sure," Cam shrugged.
"What do you think?" Blaise pressed on.
"I think," Cam sighed. "You must really be crazy in love if you decided to buy a multimillion company just to throw a surprise party," he shook his head.
"He is," Blaise stated.
"He is," Cam nodded in agreement. Cam sighed again when Blaise walked away from him and his two body guards. He resumed looking at the arriving guests.
Hermione's old friends.
This is going to be a disaster. He just knows it. His thoughts were jostled out by the shock of the sight that greeted him. A red haired male just entered the vicinity. A Weasley? What the bloody hell was Draco Malfoy thinking?
But thoughts that the man could possibly be Ronald Weasley disseminated when a look alike of the same man entered after him. Twins?
His brain didn't have enough time to process that information when a tall lean man stumbled in after them. He looked nervous and out of place. He saw him stutter an apology to the twins before following said twins to their assigned table.
He gulped nervously. He looked to his right, and found Vincent Crabbe, he looked to his left and saw Gregory Goyle. How was he going to warn Hermione now? Yes, he's decided he had to tell Hermione. He'd not only save Hermione from the grueling torture, but he'll be saving Draco from the heartbreak as well. He needed to escape.
"I cannot believe you invited those two," Miles grumbled after seeing the two red-haired Weasley look alike enter.
"They're not like their younger siblings," Draco explained. "They're good men," he admitted.
"Of course they are," Miles continued to grumble. "They chose your enterprise rather than my company to order whatever necessities they need for their experiments," he said sourly.
"Like I said," Draco smirked. "Good men with good taste," he added jokingly, earning a glare from the already sour Miles.
"And him?" Miles nodded at the new guest. "Just because he had a Remembrall from our old school days doesn't mean he'll be one for Granger," he said.
"But that's the point," Draco smiled knowingly. "Every single person here is a Remembrall for Hermione. This whole place is like dunking your head inside a pensieve to look at the past," he motioned to the whole room.
"So this place, looking almost like our graduation ball had nothing to do with coincidence," Miles stated, though he was looking for some kind of confirmation from the Slytherin Prince to assure his doubts.
Draco smirked. "You know I don't believe in coincidences," he said. "A Slytherin must always plan ahead to acquire his wanted results," he said with a plastered smirk across his face.
Miles shook his head. This was going to be good.
Draco looked around the vicinity; so far so good. He looked at the time, and figured that Hermione was probably on her way here. He exited the buzzing room, and headed towards the entrance of the grand hotel. And just as he had exited, he saw a black taxi cab entering the vicinity.
He smirked. Just in time.
He walked down the steps, just as the cab pulled up in front of him. He opened the door and Hermione stepped out. She was looking rather radiant, and he couldn't help but flash her one of his charming smiles at her. He practically did a celebratory dance when she returned the smile.
"Draco," she breathed his name out. She sounded exhausted. "Is everything set?" she asked him, and he just stared at her and didn't reply. "What?" she asked now confused.
"You said my name," he stated.
"What?"
"That's the first time you used my name," he continued.
"Oh?" Hermione blushed.
"And yes Hermione," Draco said, noticing her discomfort. "Everything is prepared," he assured her.
She breathed out her relief. "Good," she nodded. He was about to lead her towards the hall, but Hermione stopped him. "Um, Draco," she called to him. He turned to face her. She gulped her nervousness down. "Uh, I—" she stuttered. "I need to talk to you," she said. "After the event," she quickly added when she saw that he was about to speak.
He smiled and nodded his answer of approval.
"I just have something that I needed to tell you," she added.
"We'll talk after then," Draco said and offered her his arm. She took it and he escorted her inside.
Hermione walked the prestigious halls of the five-star Hotel. The place truly was extravagant. She couldn't help but be awed at the Victorian theme, the warm colors, and the breath taking paintings that decorated the walls. They stopped walking in front of two closed doors, guarded by a man in an expensive black suit.
"Hermione," Draco cleared his throat. "I'd like you to meet Daniel," he introduced her to the man in the expensive suit. "He's the representative from M&D," he informed.
"Oh," Hermione exclaimed and extended her hand in greeting. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you," she said with a warm smile.
"Likewise, Miss Granger," he said, and opened the door slightly.
Hermione's breath hitched when she felt Draco leaned in closer to her to whisper in her ear. "Don't get mad," he said. Hermione turned her head to clearly look at him, confusion was evident in her face, and she didn't notice that Daniel had opened the door wide.
A loud, exclaimed, "SURPRISE!" made her turn to look past the open doors and inside the hidden room. The hall she had designed with Cameron, the hall she hadn't seen yet, was now in front of her to admire. She would've admired her own handiwork, if it weren't for the very familiar faces inside the room.
Oh shite—
"Wha-" Hermione's jaw dropped, her eyes widened. She was definitely not expecting this. She turned to the satisfied smirk that graced the Malfoy heir's face.
"Surprise," he whispered. She turned away from him, to better look at the occupants of the room. She saw Cameron in between the two grinning Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe. He had a nervous look on his face and was mouthing something at her. He tried to stand up from his sitting position; only to be pushed down by the two's paw-like hands.
She turned to the other guests. Standing by the refreshments was Harry Potter, clapping wildly, with a familiar looking blonde next to him. Hermione's eyes bulged. It was Luna Lovegood! A few feet away from them stood Neville Longbottom, with a nervous smile on his face, standing in between the Weasley twins? George and Fred Weasley were howling and whistling, clapping their hands in excitement.
On the other side of the room, stood Pansy Parkinson, she was near tears as she frantically waved at her to get her attention. Millicent Bulstrode stood behind her with a shy smile on her face. Tracey Davis was beside Pansy, bearing the same ecstatic smile as the other girl had.
Miles Bletchley was standing by the table next to the girls, his champagne glass raised towards her. Adrian Pucey, she remembered, ever the smug one, stood with his arms crossed and a rather smug grin on his face. As if stating; we got you good.
What startled her, was the person walking her way towards her; Narcissa Malfoy. She started to tear up. She remembered the older woman; she had been like a mother to her when she and Draco were together. Narcissa gave her a warm smile and pulled her into a hug.
Her eyes were getting blurry. The tears, she mentally cursed. She can't cry, she promised herself as her eyes darted around the room. Her eyes widened in realization. The guidelines the company had given to her in decorating the room, she couldn't believe it, but she had actually made the room look exactly like their seventh year graduation ball.
The gigantic chandelier in the center of the room lit the whole room. Silver and gold drapery hung on elegantly on the ceiling, by the tall glass windows. Her favorite flowers littered the area, white roses and orange lilies. There were only a few tables and chairs available to the guests and it surrounded the dance floor. There were also a separate refreshment table and buffet table.
She felt Narcissa whisper something in her ear, and she felt the familiar Magic—magic that she had not used in years, and had greatly missed—danced on her skin. She looked down, and saw that she had magically changed clothes.
She wore a plain white dress; it looked exactly the same as her graduation dress. Except this dress—she felt—was purely made of silk. It hugged her upper torso, reveling a bit of cleavage, but was still modest, and still screamed innocence. The silk hugged around her abdomen and from her waist down, the skirt billowed freely just above her knees.
Her skin glittered and she fingered the pearl necklace around her neck. She felt her ears, and guessed that she wore the matching pearl earrings. Her hair was now tied into a half pony-tail, her bangs gracing her forehead and framing her face. The rest of her hair flowed freely down her back in elegant waves.
Narcissa then started to pull her towards where the stage should be located, if there ever was one. But where a stage should be, there was single lone table, and the most beautiful cake rested atop it. It was a seven tier layered cake and there were two designed bridges that extended at its sides to connect to a three tier layered cake on both sides. White frosting coated it and buttercream swirls surrounded it. Sugar arts of roses and lilies littered the cake. Her eyes bulge at the obvious lettering on the tier cake.
Happy Birthday Hermione
She turned to see Draco, watching her carefully. Tears escaped their confines, and she mentally cursed herself. She didn't know whether she should be angry for this deceit or be touched by the thought. Merlin knows, even she forgot her own birthday. No wonder Jason had been calling her since this morning. She didn't bother answering since she knows that he should know that she would be busy for today.
But then she remembered—that's right—they were all gathered here, to support her in remembering her lost memories. And might she add that she didn't actually lose them? And there it was—the panic feeling she had been waiting for.
She turned to Cameron, and hopefully the man would realize the look of horror in her face, and not to mention the scream for help. But unfortunately for her, he mirrored the same look as she did, they were both in trouble. Nobody was going to save them now. She had definitely screwed up big time.
"Hermione," a voice startled her out of her private musings, and she was engulfed in another embrace. The person let go, and she looked into the blues eyes belonging to Pansy Parkinson. "You're crying," she stated with a slight chuckle. She was crying too, Hermione wanted to point out, when Pansy wiped the tears from her shocked face. "It's me, Pansy," she smiled sadly. She hugged her again. "Oh, I was so worried. I was in Italy, and when I saw the news I went to yell at the idiot, and then I went to your flat but you were already gone, and nobody can find you anywhere," she babbled. From over Pansy's shoulder, he saw Draco scowl at his friend.
"Pansy, she doesn't know what you're talking about," he growled lowly in warning.
"Oh hush Draco," Pansy said without looking at him. "I missed shopping with you," she told Hermione, as if she wasn't rudely interrupted.
"Shopping?" Hermione cocked a brow. Due to her shock, her brain stopped functioning, and her mouth took over, basically just repeating whatever the other person had said.
"Yeah, I know you hate shopping but you still accompanied me every time I asked you to," she told her.
"Um—"
"Oh!" Pansy suddenly exclaimed. "You remember Millie?" she asked and the burly girl came into view and then Pansy scoffed suddenly. "How stupid of me, of course you don't," she slapped her hand on her forehead.
"Hi Hermione," Millie greeted shyly. "I know you don't remember me but, you helped me a lot," she said. "You always stood up for me, and you even helped me with my boy problems," she blushed.
"Uh—"
"I hope you get your memories back," Millie wished.
"Hey Granger," a timid voice piped up. Hermione turned to voice's owner. The petite Tracey Davis grinned happily at her. "We didn't get along at first but after finding out that we both love romance novels, well," she smiled nervously. "We became friends," she smiled warmly at this. "I hope you start to remember everyone," she said. "Everyone's missed you," she sniffed; Hermione now noticed she was trying to hold the tears back.
"Hermione," a dreamy voice interrupted, and she felt that person, took a strand of her hair and lift it up. Hermione looked at the person, Luna Lovegood, ever still the weird one. "A Nargle is hiding behind your ear," she giggled. "It's telling me that you're keeping a big secret," she whispered, and Hermione paled. "I have a secret too," she told her. "I missed you terribly," she said with a sad smile.
Hermione choked. She wanted to say something, anything, but Draco, had once again, beaten her to the punch. He took her hand and scowled at the people gathered around her. They were starting to suffocate her, and she was slightly thankful to him for pulling her out of there.
"Let's dance," he said to her. It wasn't a request, it was more of a demand, and she wanted to scowl at him, but with her jumbled emotions, she found it hard enough to keep a straight face.
Music started, but Hermione's brain told her that there weren't even any bands present. Just a group of magical people, and then she remembered, yeah, it was probably magic.
"Are you surprised?" she heard Draco ask.
She opened her mouth to answer, but no words emerge.
"Speechless then," Draco chuckled.
Hermione wanted to hit him. She wanted to yell at him, and blame him for putting her in such an awkward position. But then she thought hard. Was it really his fault? She was the one who lied. She was the one who desperately wanted revenge. She was the one who kept sprouting lie after lie and letting it pile up until she wasn't able to handle it anymore. It was all her fault. She should've just taken the Gryffindor way out, and should've told him the entire truth in the beginning, or at least stop it before it had gotten out of control.
But no, she took the Slytherin way out of it. She lied and manipulated people. She fooled people. Maybe Draco had rubbed off on her more than she'd like to admit.
"How?" Hermione managed to ask a question.
"Ah," Draco nodded. "I bought M&D," he confessed. Hermione looked up with wide eyes at him.
She choked. "You bought it?" she asked in disbelief.
"Yeah," he nodded. "I figured that it was the only way I could force you to spending the day with me," he paused and look around. Hermione did the same and notice a few other people dancing around them. "Even though I have to share you with everyone else," he grimaced at that.
"Draco," Hermione called his attention. "We really need to—"
"Hey," a voice interrupted them and she saw George Weasley give Draco a slap on his shoulder. "Don't hog her," he reprimanded jokingly. "Let me have a dance," he grinned at the scowling Slytherin, and then turned to Hermione. "I won't bite, I promise," he said.
Draco reluctantly let her go and let George take her in his arms. She wanted to yell at Draco's retreating form and to tell him not to leave her because she desperately wanted to talk to him. That and the guilt were killing her. Slowly.
"I don't think an apology would mean anything, especially coming from me," George spoke, after a few moments of silent dancing.
"What?" she looked up at him.
"I'm George Weasley," he introduced himself, though he looked sad and ashamed doing it.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, her jaw was tensed, she couldn't stand lying, she was about to snap.
"My younger siblings," he rolled his eyes. "They're a bit immature for their age right now, but they'll get around it, and they'll apologize soon," he said, actually believing the words he said.
"Oh."
"I know you don't remember but, I hope you will soon," he said sincerely.
Hermione tried her hardest to keep the tears at bay, when somebody tapped on George's shoulder and she and he both turned to see the new intruder.
"Quit hogging her George," his twin, Fred, exclaimed in a joking manner.
Hermione tried to give a smile at both brothers, but guessed that her expression is more of a grimace, rather than a comforting smile. Fred took her into his arms and they started to dance to a new track.
"We missed you Hermione," Fred said cheerfully. "Everybody misses you," he said excitedly. "Mum, dad, Charlie, Bill, and Fleur," he listed off. "Even the kids miss you, Teddy and Victoire," he added.
Hermione nearly choked on the sobs she was trying to suppress. "Oh?" she managed to say, though her voice was strained.
"Yeah," Fred said hesitantly, now noticing her distressed expression. "You should come visit," he said, trying to make her happy, little did he knew that he was just making it worse. "Everybody would love to see you again, I'm sure it'll jog your memory a bit," he rambled. "I'll personally make sure that Ron and Ginny aren't present when you do," he said.
Hermione almost crumbled with the mention of Ron and Ginny's name. Even though she felt that they had wronged her, her traitorous heart couldn't help but miss them. Yes, she missed them, all of them.
The song ended, and she was passed around from the gentle Blaise, to the over excited Theo, to the charming Adrian, to the aristocratic Miles and she even danced with Greg and Vince, and didn't even mind that they stepped on her feet quit a few times.
Guiltily, she enjoyed it. Even if it pained he to be lying to them, she couldn't help but enjoy the moment; the moment with her friends, her family, who had all gathered here for her, because they missed her.
After the dance with the Slytherin men, Draco escorted her to where her beautiful tier cake was located. Everybody had gathered around and they each shared a heart-warming memory that they had had with Hermione.
Narcissa shared her thoughts of having her as a daughter-in-law, much to Draco's embarrassment. Pansy stated rather proudly, that Hermione was, and will always be her best friend. Millicent shared that Hermione was the only person who had called her beautiful, inside and out. Tracey shared that Hermione introduced her to such wonderful Muggle romance novels, which made her see the Muggles in a different light. Luna shared, that even though everyone made fun of her because she was an oddity, Hermione was one of the few who stood by her side and defended her from those who had laughed at her.
Neville shared that Hermione was the first nice friend he had ever had. Blaise admitted that he enjoyed Hermione's intellect. Adrian stated that even though Hermione hated Quidditch, he liked that she watched him play just to support him. Theo stated excitedly, that Hermione's one of his best friends, and that he really missed spending time with her. Miles shared that Hermione was one of the few who could actually make him laugh—and that's saying a lot.
The sharing continued, and Hermione wanted to flee and disappear. She made eye contact with Cam—who was no longer guarded—from across the room who gave her a look of defeat. He shook his head and mouthed that he was sorry. She figured that he was probably apologizing for not being able to warn her, but putting that aside, she and Cam needed to escape, or all hell will break loose.
They resumed dancing after she had made her wish and blown her birthday candles. Draco had whispered in her ear that each candle represented each birthday she had forgotten. She almost, literally lost it at that moment.
Neville was her dance partner this time. "I'm really glad that Malfoy invited me to this welcoming-slash-birthday party of yours," he started. "I didn't believe what he said at first, but then Harry came and actually backed him up with what he said; it shocked me really," he admitted. "But I'm glad to be here," he said. "You're one of my few friends who was actually really nice to me when we were at school, even when we were out of school," he told her. "Did you know I had a crush on you when we were at school?" he chuckled. "Oh, right," he mumbled. "Sorry, keep forgetting about the memory loss thing," he rambled on.
Hermione couldn't answer; she was starting to feel her conscience, scraping its way out from its hidden place. She was rescued from talking to him, when Harry interrupted them.
"My turn Neville," Harry chuckled. Neville handed her over to him and Harry took her on a twirl around the dance floor.
He sighed. "I know it's a lot to take," he started. "But this is the only way that," he looked at the blonde man standing in the corner with his friends. "He could think of," he said in an amused tone. "Rather flashy if you asked me," he added with a chuckle.
Hermione turned to Draco and thus the walls she had built to protect herself, came crumbling down in an instant. She wanted to scream. She wanted to escape. She wanted to forget that this all happened. She wanted to take back that moment she lied to him.
"When you get your memories back," he started after a while. "I sure hope you'll find it in your heart to forgive me," he said. "Even him," he looked at Draco again. "I made some bad decisions, and so did he," he continued. "But we really regret it, for every single second you were gone," he said truthfully.
"Harry, I—" her voice shook.
"He loves you," he said quickly. "He really does," he admitted. "Now I know what you saw in him," he chuckled. "I'm just sorry I realized it a bit too late," he whispered lowly, that Hermione had to strain her ears to hear him.
She choked. She turned her head slightly and met those silver eyes that seemed to pull her to him like a very powerful magnet. He smiled at her, that same smile that he gives her that even though he never said it when they were together, tells her that he loves her. Very much. And that's when the dam broke. She stopped dancing, making Harry stop with her as her tears cascaded uncontrollably down her cheeks.
She watched as Draco made his way towards them with pure concern etched in his beautiful face. Harry was panicking at the sudden burst of her emotions.
"Hermione," Harry shook her, but she continued to look a Draco, not breaking any eye contact with him. "Are you alright?" he asked worriedly.
"Hermione," Draco said when he had finally reached them. Harry turned to look at him, silently asking him what could possibly be bothering her. Draco ignored him and continued to look at Hermione. "Are you all right?" he asked her.
She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. By this time, the music stopped, and everyone had stopped what they were doing, whether they were having small talk, eating or dancing, they had all turned their attention towards her. She who felt like she didn't deserve their worry, she who felt she didn't deserve being in their presence.
"Hermione," Draco had his hands on her shoulder and he lightly shook her. "Did you remember something?" he asked.
Hermione opened her mouth again. "Stop," she managed to choke out.
"What?" Draco stared at her in confusion.
"Stop it please," she begged, she was shaking, sobbing and crying, and therefore making Draco want to take her in his arms and comfort.
"Wha—"
"I lied to you," she practically screeched, making Draco and Harry take a step away from her instead. She was deathly ashamed of herself at the moment.
Silence.
She swore she could hear a pin dropping a mile away. "I lied to you," she sobbed. She never looked away from his silver eyes, and neither did he. "I lied to all of you," her honey brown orbs silently pleaded with his that he try and understand her, as hypocritical as that sounded, she wanted him to forgive her lies and to try and understand why she did that.
"Draco," her voice pleaded. "I never forgot about you, not even for a single moment," she admitted. "I didn't hurt myself terribly in that car crash," she felt her heavy shoulders ridding off the heavy burden she had to carry ever since she that fateful day they re-met in that Muggle coffee shop. "I never had amnesia."
