Draco was starting to get the hang of using the Muggle phone contraption. He had to use it whether he liked it or not, for Potter went scavenger hunting for Hermione Granger who in reality is in Muggle London and has no memory of her past. He tried to think of the easy and most logical step to take.

He couldn't think of any.

If he went to follow Potter, no one will be left to do their job. Draco actually wanted to keep this, it was the only thing he had for himself where he didn't have to depend on the family fortune. And even if he did follow him, what would Draco do? Admit that he knew where Granger was? It's not as if Potter will actually believe him. He'd probably think it was a lousy, terrible joke.

If she told Lola about all of this, she might think she's going crazy. She already has so many things to think about, especially where her memories have gone.

What's bothering him though is how did Granger get to the Muggle world and lost her memory? With power such as hers, she could have figured out she had magic a long time ago. Maybe whatever spell that was casted to her made her lose not only her memory, but also her magic. Only someone powerful could do that. Someone powerful and dark.

It would be too risky for him to reveal all those things to her, because someone might be keeping tab on her all this time just so she couldn't go back. But why her? Why not Weasley or Potter? Potter seemed to be the root of all problems, why do this to her instead?

Potter was too valuable, too well-known that if he went missing, it would be a complete mess. The entire Wizarding world would go bonkers. On the other hand, if it was Weasley, it would have made the man basically useless. Not only because of his low intelligence, but he was also a pureblood. He was born and raised in the Wizarding world. If he was brought to the Muggle world, he would be left with nothing. He would be lost at the most simple things, like Draco was while using the telephone.

He had to find out how this happened to Lola, and the person who did this, before he could think of a solution.

He hoped Potter would do alright out there. The man was lucky, he'll be fine.

Draco dialed her number and waited for an answer.

"Hello?"

"Hello Lola, it's me Draco."

"Oh thank goodness you called." Lola said with a sigh of relief.

"Why? What's wrong?" Draco asked.

"Nothing, just—"she huffed. "I've had a very bad day."

"Having trouble at work?"

Lola slouched on her couch, her head faced the ceiling. "Have you ever had the feeling that you are not where you're supposed to be? That you are not doing what you're supposed to do?"

"I think I know the feeling."

"Not only did my memories leave me, but I think a part of me as well. I don't mind having a lot of money or luxuries, I am perfectly contented with what I have now. But there's still something missing. Something very great."

"Mmhm." Draco stood from his seat and grabbed his wand.

"And it's affecting me very greatly, I mean I haven't been writing anything because I just feel so uninspired. And you know that feeling that you're so bothered about something but you don't know what? It sounds pretty stupid but that's what I feel right now and— sorry, someone's at the door, I'll be right back."

Lola opened her door only to be surprised to see Draco. "What? How did you get here so fast?"

"I ran?"

"You're not panting? And I was just in the middle of talking to you and you just left?"

"I figured you needed someone to talk to in person?"

She blushed. Draco smiled. "Am I forgiven?"

Lola chuckled. "Get in, you."

"You didn't have to come over here." Lola said. They were drinking the tea she made. "We could have just stayed talking on the phone."

"I wanted to." Draco looked at her. She was blushing again as she smiled. "I know this must be hard for you. I can't imagine waking up and not knowing how to continue your life with no idea where to begin."

"I had to." Lola replied. "I can't keep dwelling on something I don't even remember, so I kept going. But that doesn't mean that I don't want to find out about it anymore. It's my life we're talking about here. And I want to remember it, all the good and the bad."

Draco thought about all the good and bad memories Hermione Granger would have. A family, happiness at the discovery of her magic, friends with Harry Potter, and outstanding grades. The bad would be the prejudice she's been through for being so different in the Muggle world, and being a Mudblood in the Wizarding world. It's as if she didn't really belonged anywhere. Draco was one of those people who made her feel that way.

"You haven't told me about the time you lost your memory. What was it like?" Draco asked.

"Well, I woke up. And the first thing that came into my mind was that everything was too bright, like I've been sleeping for a long time. When my vision became clear, I was so confused. I didn't know where I was and then it finally kicked in that I had nothing to recall finding the answer." Lola's eyes started to tear up. "I felt so empty and lost, it was so depressing."

"I bet you felt all alone." Draco grazed her cheek softly with his thumb. "You are so strong."

"I couldn't have barely made it, I almost lost my sanity. If it weren't for—"Lola gasped and grunted. She slammed her palm on her forehead. "I am so ungrateful."

"What's going on?"

"I had a fight with my friend earlier. I snapped at him, and I shouldn't have. He was just concerned at me." She shook her head. "I'm so stupid. After all he did for me, he was basically the one who found me and took care of me."

Draco was curious. This could be the answer to all his questions. "I'd like to meet this friend, if that's all right with you?"

"Well, we're kind of having a falling out." Lola pouted. "It's my fault. I have been a crappy friend."

"I'm sure he'll easily forgive you."

"Why would you want to meet him in the first place? I'm pretty sure he's going to be a prick, after all I've done to return the favor."

"Because if I weren't for him, I wouldn't have found you."

Lola smiled and then slowly brought her face closer to his, kissed him softly. Draco was surprised at the action. He didn't mean for it to sound so cheesy, but it apparently did to her. He kissed her back, her scent reeling him in. The longer they kissed, the more fervent it had become.

Draco had to release himself to gasp for air and rested his head on her shoulder, only to start kissing it to her neck. She sighed at the contact of his lips. She smelled and felt so good, his hands grabbed her closer, feeling the curve of her waist. Her hands wrapped around him, she whispered his name. And then he snapped, like waking from a dream.

Draco stopped himself from going any further, his mind spinning. He raised his head and recollected himself. The moment had to end, to his dismay.

"What's wrong?" Lola asked.

What was wrong? There was a smart, beautiful woman in front of him and now he decided to stop?

Because before she was Lola Haze, before their dates and passionate kisses, she was first and foremost Hermione Granger. The girl he studied with at Hogwarts and called Mudblood, the girl who got tortured at his own home.

It was very wrong.

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