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Forgotten

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Athens by night was an amazing site. The city was alive with lights and sounds that Hermione had only dreamed of. Stores were still open, some barely opening for the night life, as well as restaurants and bars. She and Draco were walking down random streets at the heart of the city, hand in hand and enjoying the breeze and the peacefulness surrounding them.

She missed Drea greatly but she found solace in the fact that her daughter was with her two grandmothers, her mother and Molly Weasley. They were passing by a small, cheesy looking, psychic and palm reading shop, when the wind blew by harder than it had in the short time they had been there.

The "magical" souvenirs sitting on a table rattled and a small statue of some sort of magical creature fell and shattered. Hermione stopped and kneeled to help the woman pick up the pieces. She looked like those gypsies only seen on TV and movies, yet there was something unnerving about her.

"Come in to my shop for a free palm reading session," she said.

Hermione smiled politely but shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I don't believe in these things."

"But you do believe in magic, don't you?" asked the woman with meaning.

Draco stepped over and pulled Hermione to her feet. "Please excuse us but we have to go," he said curtly.

The woman's indigo colored eyes turned to him. "A changed man cannot be judged by the things he did in his adolescence. You will give her more love than all the grief you caused her in your younger years."

Draco stared at the woman and shook his head once to clear it. "We must go." He grabbed her hand and began to lead her away.

"Wait," the woman called.

Against herself, Hermione tugged on Draco's hand and stopped them. She turned but didn't approach the woman again. "How do you know all these things?"

"I have a gift. Like you. We share different but equally powerful gifts. Go home. Go home now because one you love is in danger. Go home now before it is too late, and remember, don't allow anything to make you forget him," she said as she pointed at Draco. Hermione was staring at the woman and she suddenly felt a strange sensation in her heart.

Draco shook his head and pulled Hermione along. "That was a bunch of nonsense," he snapped.

"But Draco! How could she possibly know all of that?" Hermione asked as they apparated to the villa.

"Please, Hermione. She clearly knows about magic. The tabloids have portrayed our lives since we were children. She could've read those things and recognized us. She just wanted some easy money," he said in annoyance.

Hermione shook her head and turned her back to him. She had not believed the woman at first, but the things she had said had been strange and a tad scary. And what was about the person they loved was in danger?

The only person that came to mind was the baby. "I want to check in on Drea," she said.

"Hermione, come on! We're on our honeymoon and you need to let her go," he said, starting to get angry.

"You always were close minded," she hissed before marching towards the floo and turning on the network.

He grabbed her arm and turned her around roughly. "Don't do it, Hermione. Drea is fine. If something had happened to her we would've known by now. Don't you think they would've told us?"

Just as he finished voicing his questioned, the fire roared green and Hermione stepped back as someone stepped through. Her heart plummeted down to her feet and she nearly strangled Draco then and there.

"What happened to Drea?" she nearly shrieked when she saw Ginny step through too. "What happened!"

"Blaise took her and Brenda!" Ginny blurted quickly and just as hysterically. "He took them both!"

"What!" Draco roared, advancing on her and Harry. "Wasn't your mother watching them both?"

Ginny nodded. "He tricked her. He used polyjuice potion to pretend he was Harry so that my mum would invite him in. She did, but then he went to the bathroom and came out as himself. He jinxed her and took our daughters. My mum says he wants you Hermione, and Harry, to go alone or he'll hurt them! He doesn't want the Ministry involved either."

"I'm going. I'll do whatever he wants but I won't let him touch my daughter ever again," Hermione said as she moved towards the floo.

"Wait!" Draco yelled, halting her in her steps. "Can't you see that it's a trap?"

"Of course it's a trap! But how else will we get Drea and Brenda back?" she yelled back at him. "I would gladly die for my daughter if that means that she's safe," she said before grabbing a handful of floo powder and yelling out the Weasley's home.

Molly Weasley was in hysterical tears as Ron hugged her and rubbed her back reassuringly. Padma was also there with Piama, who was in a playpen and none the wiser of what was going on around her.

"Where is he, Molly?" Hermione asked as soon as she arrived.

"I'm sorry Hermione, I'm sorry Ginny dear, I couldn't protect them enough!" she cried.

"This wasn't your fault, mum!" Ginny said as she sat next to Molly and hugged her.

"Tell me where he took them and I will go get my daughter and Ginny's daughter back," she said sternly. She couldn't allow herself to cry or be hysterical, even though she was just a few heartbeats from it. She had to keep her head cool and she would know just what to do. Her heart was in her throat and she was so scared. So scared that by the end of the night something tragic was going to happen.

"He's in your Manor, Draco," Molly said. "He said he would wait for Harry and Hermione in the heart of the manor."

"The center of the mansion?" Ron asked in confusion. "What's there?" he asked Draco.

"He meant the dungeons," Draco replied darkly. "The dungeons were once the heart of the manor and I told him so. He will be there, though it will be hard to find the exact place quickly. The dungeons stretch out under the entire property."

"We need to tell the Ministry," Ron said.

"No!" Hermione, Draco, Ginny, and Molly said in unison.

"They can come up with a better plan to get in and get the girls back safely!" Harry said in agreement.

"We can't just sit here while the babies are in danger!" Hermione said anxiously. "Harry and I will go. We'll get them back. You all know that we're powerful enough to take on Blaise, and besides, he was never too smart when it came to putting up wards and traps."

"I'm going with you," Draco said.

Hermione shook her head. "I can't risk it. He only wants me and Harry. Please don't do anything that will jeopardize our daughter's life!"

"You can't ask me to just sit here and wait for you and Drea to come home safely!" he yelled at her.

She felt her eyes water but she pushed the tears down, deep down. Deep in her heart she knew that bringing Draco would be the right thing, but her daughter's safety was above everything and her common sense told her that she shouldn't let him come with her and Harry. She reached up to touch his arm, but he shied away from her hand and turned his back to her.

"Don't do this to me, I need to know that I'm doing the right thing for our daughter. You can't just shut me out," she said as the tears came.

"Just go," he spat. "Leave now before I regret my decision."

"I'm coming with you!" Ginny yelled, but before she could take a step forward, she felt the tip of Ron's hand on her temple before everything went dark. He caught her and set her on one of the couches.

"Thanks mate," Harry said heavily.

"You better bring Brenda back or else we're both dead," he said with a reassuring pat on Harry's back.

"Draco," Hermione said, her voice breaking. She felt as if she was going to walk into a trap that would end things with Draco forever. Something terrible was going to happen and she feared that this was going to be the very last time she ever saw him again.

"Let's go," Harry said. She and Harry walked out and apparated away without looking back.

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Draco felt something in his gut too as she walked away. But she was terribly wrong if she thought that he would just sit there and wait for her or Drea to get hurt. He wasn't as easily brushed off as she-Weasley. He began to move towards the door when Weasel stopped him.

"Where are you going? Hermione told you to stay put," Ron said.

Draco turned and looked at him coolly. "And you think that I'm some moron who stops and does everything his wife tells him to do?"

Ron gave him a look. "I was under the impression that you were," he said with a small smirk. "Now, where are you going? I want to go too."

"We're going to the manor. I know of a few secret entrances to the dungeons. Hermione knows of two, but I know about ten others that may get us there before them," he said.

"Let's go then," Ron said.

"Ronald Weasley!" Padma Weasley said sternly.

"Awww, come on, baby! I'm doing this for Mione and for my sister!" Ron whined.

Draco smothered a laugh as he watched the Patil twin glare at Ron and saunter over. Then her gaze softened and she gave him a kiss on the lips before hugging him tightly. "Please be safe, darling. I want you whole after this ordeal is over," she said before stepping back.

"I love you," Ron said before he and Malfoy apparated away.

But not before Draco made a coughing sound that sounded suspiciously like, "Whipped."

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The manor was unusually silent when Hermione and Harry arrived. She knew of a secret entrance from Draco's bedroom and another that was in the east wing's library, but the main entrance was located behind a statue in the main entrance.

She and Harry would take the one in Draco's room. The walk up towards his room took nearly fifteen minutes because they had to check for traps and spells that would alert Blaise of their presence in the manor.

As they took the stone steps down towards the catacombs and cells, Hermione began to feel something in her stomach, because as they neared, she thought she could hear the sounds of babies crying.

She was going to skin Blaise alive before the night was over. They followed the sounds of crying until they made it towards one of the largest sections they had passed. Hermione couldn't see Blaise anywhere, but she could see Drea and Brenda inside a large, invisible, magically made cradle. Both girls were crying their eyes out and Hermione wanted nothing more than to run towards her daughter and take her in her arms. But she knew better.

"You take the left and I'll take the right. Keep your eyes open and we'll attack as soon as we see hhhimm!" he trailed off into a yell when vines wrapped around his feet and pulled him up feet first.

Hermione ran. She just ran before the vines had a chance to get them too. She climbed up a wall into a small alcove and watched as the vines slithered past her. Merlin the great. Blaise had Harry now and he would be waiting for her to make a mistake.

"Hermione," Blaise sing-songed. "Come out baby, we need to have a long and serious talk. I suggest you come out unless you want me to feed your daughter a bottle full of a poisonous potion I cooked up a few minutes ago. She's awfully hungry and I'm betting she'll take anything right about now."

"No! Please don't hurt her!" Hermione called as she jumped out of the alcove and began to run when she heard the slither of the vines. She could see him as she passed an opening towards the large room.

Hermione stopped and aimed her wand towards the vines. She was pretty sure it was a variation of Devil Snare. She thought up a spell with light and fire involved and shot it at the vines, which quickly burned into a crisp.

She then walked into the large cell and stood face to face with her ex-husband. He was wearing clean clothes and he looked fresh, thin but clean. He was standing inside a safety circle. Which meant that he was probably protected by a few choice charms that would cause her jinxes to bounce off. When he moved the circle moved with him.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Hermione asked as her eyes darted towards her daughter who was sitting, red-faced and hungry on the dirty dungeon floor. "Give her back to me. Let them go with Harry and you can have me."

"No!" Harry yelled. He was stuck to the wall by the vines, and when he spoke, they tightened around him until he was gagging. "Don't Hermione! Don't fall into his game."

"Stay out of this Potter," Blaise said with a satisfied smirk. "A life for all that you have cost me. I like the sound of that," he said. "Give me your wand."

Hermione shook her head. "Let Harry and the girls go and I will give you my wand."

Blaise began to back up towards the girls. He then reached into the cradle and picked up Drea, who was shrieking as if someone was pulling out hair by hair from her head. Blaise picked up a bottle of ominous looking bluish potion and began to hand it to the baby.

"Expeliarmus!" Someone yelled, and to Hermione's shock, the spell went through the safety circle Blaise was in, knocking the bottle out of his hand and making it fall meters away.

Everyone turned to look as Draco stepped into the room, his wand trained on Blaise. "How did you get past my safety circle?" Blaise asked darkly.

"Did your brain go stupid or something?" Draco sneered. "This is my home and any spell done here can be broken down by anyone with Malfoy blood. Now, hand over my daughter before I kill you."

"You wouldn't risk hitting your own daughter with the killing curse, would you now?" Blaise asked mockingly. Behind him, Ron had taken the opportunity to grab his niece and slip away silently towards the back of the cells. He wouldn't be able to leave unless he knew Hermione and his goddaughter were both safe.

"I'll give you my wand and myself if you let Draco have Drea," Hermione said.

"Hermione, don't!" he yelled.

"Let me do this Draco! Stay out of it!"

Blaise looked bored. "I'm about to twist this little bird's neck unless you two stop fighting. I'll take Hermione instead of this little one. She's a real cutie by the way," he said as he pressed a kiss to Drea's head. "Throw your wand through there," he said, pointing towards the darkness.

Hermione did so and slowly walked towards Blaise and Drea. He grabbed her around the neck and brought her towards his chest before setting the baby down and letting her walk towards her father.

"Get out now, Malfoy, while you still can," Blaise said with a triumphant smirk.

"I'm not leaving you," Draco said to Hermione.

"Get her out of here, please Draco," Hermione said, tears sliding down her face.

He shook his head. There was no way in hell that he was going to leave Hermione, but then again, he needed to get Drea somewhere safe, away from here. As he warred with himself, there was the sound of an explosion and he fell to his knees over Drea in order to protect her from the dust and rubble. Then there were Aurors everywhere, pointing their wands at Blaise and Hermione.

"What the hell is going on?" Blaise yelled. "I told you not to tell the Ministry! I'll kill Hermione for this if you don't stand back!"

Ginny ran towards Draco and helped him. "I'm sorry, but I went to them. I went to the Ministry and they discovered that this isn't Blaise. He's still in his cell in Azkaban, eating gruel and drinking old water. This isn't Blaise at all!"

As if on queue, Blaise began to revert into the real person under the façade. A pale arm was wrapped around her neck and a wand was pointed to her temple. "Everyone if 'ere for zee party, eh? Goody," Fleur Delacour said.

"Let her go," one of the Aurors ordered. "If you cooperate, we may save you from many years of prison."

"I am not going to prison," Fleur snarled. "I'm just getting my revenge. I am getting back what she and Harry Potter took from me," she said as she pointed at Harry, who was getting CPR after getting strangulated by the vines on the wall.

"Oh god, Harry!" Hermione yelled.

"I'm not going to prison," Fleur repeated. "But you will give me back all I lost and in spades," she whispered in Hermione's ear. "You'll forget your life, your daughter, and you will forget the man you love and all you have lived with 'im. Good luck rebuilding your life."

"No!" Draco yelled as he ran towards Hermione and Fleur. But it was too late.

The silently cast spell hit Hermione against the temple with maximum force and she began to fall, her eyes closing. Then the French woman turned the wand to herself before anyone could stop her and a flash of green snuffed out her life force.

Draco caught Hermione before she fell, but no matter how he tried, she wouldn't wake up. "Hermione, love, please wake-up," he pleaded, rubbing her hair away from her face. "Don't do this to me baby. Don't do this to me. Wake up, wake up," he said urgently, pressing their foreheads together.

"Sir, please move aside and let a healer have a look at her," an Auror said.

Draco shook his head and hugged her to him. "What did that woman do to her? Tell me!" he yelled as they pried Hermione from him so that the healer could check.

"We have to take her to St. Mungo's so that we can know for sure."

"I'm going too. Be careful with her!" he yelled. He moved towards Ginny who held his daughter and kissed Drea. "Take care of her please. I need to go with Hermione."

Ginny nodded. "Thank you for getting our daughters back. Thank you. I'll be at St. Mungo's as soon as I can to see how Harry and Hermione are doing. I need to see my daughter too."

"Go," Draco said before giving the baby a squeeze and following the Healers and Hermione. He could see the Aurors fixing the corpse of a once beautiful woman so that they could take her away. It was a good thing she was dead or else he would've killed her himself.

The only thing that mattered now was Hermione's safety.

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She groaned softly and her eyelids began to flutter open. Her head was pounding as she opened her eyes to a lavish hospital room that was very lightly lit. "Who turned off the light?" she grumbled, her throat was dry and her voice had a slight croak to it.

Someone had been sleeping in the big couch by the window, and at the sound of her voice, he jumped to his feet and moved towards her quickly. "Hermione?" he asked tentatively.

Hermione stared at him, her eyes growing in alarm and in shock. What the hell are you doing here?" she spat. Why the hell was Draco Malfoy in the same room with her? And why did he look so grown up?

"Hermione, it's me, Draco," he said slowly.

"I know who you are, moron. I just asked what you were doing here. In the same room with me. I would've thought that being in the same room with a mudblood like me would make you sick to the stomach or something," she said balefully.

Draco frowned in confusion. Why was she acting this way? Unless…… unless she didn't remember anything. "Hermione, how old are you?" he asked her, his heart pounding.

"What are you going on about?"

"Just answer the damn question!" he bellowed.

Hermione glared at him. "Seventeen."

He swallowed hard. "Hermione……"

"Why do you keep calling me that? As far as I remember, it's always been 'Granger,' 'know-it-all,' and 'mudblood.' Since when did you start calling me by my given name?" she asked with a snooty sniff.

"Hermione, we're not seventeen anymore. We're twenty-three. You have a daughter and… and…" He couldn't bring himself to continue.

"What do you mean we're twenty-three?" she asked, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "You must be off your rocker. Where are Harry and Ron?" she asked.

"They're just outside," he said. He then voiced the question he was dreading to hear. "What's the last thing that you remember before waking up here?" 'And please, Merlin, don't let it be what I think it is,' he thought.

"The last thing I remember is that yesterday I was getting ready to go back home for the holidays. Sixth year is over and I was getting ready to go see my mum and dad," she replied. "I want to see Harry and Ron. Waking up in a room, alone with Malfoy, is terribly disconcerting," Hermione said. Then something dawned on her. "Did you say that I have a—a—a daughter?" she asked in horror.

Draco nodded but went to get Ron and Harry. "She's awake?" asked Ron as they walked into the room.

Hermione stared at them both. They looked so…… so grown-up!

"She doesn't remember anything after the end of second year. That bloody French woman obliviated her and she doesn't remember me or Drea," Draco said furiously.

"You're serious?" Harry asked with a frown.

"Why would I lie about something so serious? She doesn't remember marrying Zabini or marrying me and having Drea," he murmured.

"What are you two muttering about?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"You don't remember anything, anything at all?" Ron asked her as he sat on the bed with her.

Hermione shook her head and had a dreadful feeling that they were asking her that for a reason. Something inside her told her that there was something very wrong. She felt as if a big chunk of her memory was missing. That was a symptom of a badly cast obliviate spell.

Harry sat on her other side and took her hand in his. "Mione, nearly six years have passed from the last memory that you hold. We're all twenty-three already and so many things have happened. Ron married Padma and they have a daughter whose going to be two this year. I'm with Ginny and she has a daughter, who is not mine, but I plan to raise as mine. We're getting married before Christmas this year," he said with a smile.

Hermione smiled and felt her eyes tear. "W-why can't I remember any of that?" she asked softly.

"It's a long story Mione," Ron said. "But it's your story and I think someone else needs to tell it to you." Both he and Harry turned to look at Draco and Hermione frowned.

"Why would Malfoy know my life story after Hogwarts?" she asked skeptically.

"Because Mione, you two are married," said Harry.

"And," Draco started. "We have a daughter."

Hermione stared at all three and burst into nervous giggles. "That's rich! I would never marry someone like Malfoy, much less have a kid with him! This some sort of sick joke, isn't it? Isn't it?"

When no one laughed or said anything to reassure her that it was some sort of sick joke, she started to shake her head. "You have to listen to him, Mione," Harry said.

"Get out. All three of you get out now!" she screamed.

"But—" Ron started.

"Get out! I would never marry a man like Malfoy! Never! Get out!" She cried as she curled up in the hospital bed and began to cry.

When Harry and Ron stood to go, they noticed that Draco was already gone.

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How's that for an update? Well, things are coming to an end and the next chapter will be the last, I'm sorry to say. It's been fun and I've had the ending written out before I had even finished the central plot. Poor Hermione and Draco, I've done everything imaginable to them, but that's what you guys like, right?

I'm sorry about the errors and I hope to correct them some day soon. Thanks for the positive feedback and I'll see you all soon with the very last chapter!

Byebye

!Joey!