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-Mrs. Malfoy
Hermione let out a sharp gasp.
"Ronald!" Was all she could manage to say.
"How dare you?! You filthy mudblood!" Draco spat, rubbing his cheek.
Mudblood.
The word pounded into her head like hammer. She nearly fell to the floor. She could no longer hear what was happening around her.
Mudblood.
She fell to her knees, head in hands. It was as if someone had smacked her head with a 2x4. The pain became almost too much to bear. Her vision blurred.
Mudblood.
A young, blonde haired boy with a broom, his face full of malice. Ron throwing up slugs behind her. Tears filling her eyes.
Mudblood.
A curly haired woman, pinning her to the ground. Carving the word into her arm. Blood seeping slowly from the wound. The cruciatus curse. Malfoy Manor.
Mudblood.
The war. Death. Flying in a dizzying out of control rush. The cold realization of all the people that had died. And then...blackness.
Hermione fell to the floor with her hands wrapped tightly around her head. She gave a strangled whimper, as if she were in pain, and lay on the floor, completely motionless.
Ron, Draco, and Harry stood nearly as motionless as she, waiting for something to happen. But nothing did. "What did you do Malfoy?" Ron spat out. "What did I do? You're the one who punched me in the face!" Harry stood, ignoring the bickering. All he could do was stare at his friend. "What have we done?" he said quietly, his hand covering his mouth. He didn't think the other two had heard him, but they did. The two stood quiet, staring at Harry.
Draco reached down and picked her up. "Don't you dare touch her!" Ron was boiling. "Well I'm not very well going to leave her on the ground like a dead corpse." Draco replied rather calmly. "He's right." Harry added, somewhat ashamed of not acting sooner on his friend's behalf. Ron stood back, somewhat startled at Harry's comment, but didn't interfere as Draco carried Hermione into her bedroom. They both did, however, follow him.
"Well that's twice in one day." Draco said, putting her down gently on the bed. "What?" Ron couldn't control his emotions. "You mean she's blacked out before?" Harry tried. Was Draco going to have to explain everything? He really didn't want to. And knowing these two he'd have to slowly spell out ever single detail for them. "Yes." he said rather shortly. Harry and Ron looked at him expectantly. Oh now they shut their mouths. Draco thought. "Well not here," he argued, "First we take care of her." he nodded at Hermione.
For once the three boys agreed. They walked silently out of the the room, making sure to leave the door open, just in case. Draco sat in the chair closest to the fireplace, and the two boys across from him on the couch. "So," Draco started, "Basically she'll be like this for a while." "What do you mean?" Ron said through gritted teeth. "There's a lot of complications, it's hard to explain," Draco said lazily. Ron stood up, with intentions to punch him again, but Harry pulled him down. "Do your best please Malfoy. And we'll do ours to understand." Harry added.
Draco sighed. "Very well," he said, leaning back on the couch. "When you replaced her memories, you didn't erase the real ones. They're still there. Only they're hidden, locked away." Harry nodded. "We did that with good reason, Malfoy." Ron shot at him. Draco ignored the comment. "What I was trying to do was get them back for her." "Why?" Harry interrupted. "That doesn't concern you." Draco informed him. "I think it does." Ron said, staring with a hard expression. Again, Draco decided to ignore them. "Anyways, it's actually very simple to recover someone's memories. All you need is the right trigger. And it would appear that hers is the word 'mudblood.' Rather curious actually." Draco explained.
"So if that's her trigger word, what then? Why is she out cold?" Draco couldn't help but roll his eyes. Harry had always been so full of idiotic questions. "If you would let me finish my bloody story maybe I could answer that for you." Ron's hands were still in fists, Draco noticed, but didn't think much of it. Right now his primary concern was Hermione.
"If it was indeed her trigger word then she could be out for up to 2 weeks. One if we're lucky." "Two weeks!?" Ron shouted. "She'll be dreaming back her memories. It's a recovery process. Considering she has her entire life to make up two weeks doesn't sound too bad. But if mudblood is not her trigger word, then it should only be a few hours." "You said this happened before." Harry said. Draco nodded. "I tried earlier by showing her my wand. She was out for a bit. But most women tend to do that when they see it." Draco gave a playful smirk. Ron's eyes flashed with red. Even Harry looked offended. Draco gave a deep and dramatic sigh. "Joke gentlemen, I was joking. The point is, the wand wasn't enough to spark her memory."
"Why do you want her to have her memory back?" Ron asked. "She has something of mine," Draco informed him, "and I need it back." "You're a selfish prick." Ron told him. "And you're poor." Draco retaliated.
"So then," Harry began, but paused. He shook his head, thinking. "What do we do?" He looked to Draco for an answer.
"Right now? We wait."
