Okay, I suck. This sucks. It's short. Life's wild.

DPOV

"So where were you last week? We missed you and Hermione at the party."

I snorted, choosing not to dignify Blaise's question with a response. He knew damn well where we'd been.

Blaise, Theo, Pansy, and I had met for lunch - and though I'd tried to get Granger to come with me, she really thought she was on to something with using bicorn parts in a new potion, so that idea had been quickly squashed.

"Has she moved in yet?" asked Pansy from across the table, taking a sip of her butterbeer.

"Somewhat." I admitted slowly, eyeing her from across the table with a raised brow, "Why?"

She rolled her eyes, earning a snort from Theo and Blaise as she said, "I'm just making conversation, Draco. It's not like you've ever been this serious about someone before. We're all curious."

"Curious about what?"

"Her, you idiot." she groaned, "We don't really know much about her, and she's already moving in with you. Don't you think -"

"Pansy," I warned, unsure of where she was going with that train of thought. The last thing I needed was to be defending my relationship again.

"Oh shut up." she groaned, "All I'm saying is that it'd be nice to meet her - officially and nicely - since you're serious about her. Salazar knows you couldn't do any better."

I couldn't hide my surprise, which only caused her to roll her eyes again.

"Gods, Draco, we're not children anymore. Nobody but the old Purebloods give a shite about blood status nowadays." she said easily, "Besides, the pictures I've seen of the two of you in the Prophet - I mean honestly, how did she hide how hot she was all this time?"

Theo snorted and said, "I've known for ages that she was fit. Don't you remember in Fifth when I told you -"

"I advise you don't finish that sentence, mate." interrupted Blaise with a smirk as he eyed me, "Draco looks like he might pop a vein in his forehead if you continue."

I would've argued that I didn't care, but I did. I knew that Granger was fit, and she'd certainly starred in a few dreams of mine back in Hogwarts, but hearing someone else say that - well I found myself wanting to smack Theo upside the head for it.

Salazar, I really was in love with the witch.

Not that it was any shock. We'd gotten well past that realization at this point.

"Oh!" gasped Pansy, "I almost forgot."

She began digging through her suitcase of a purse before finding what looked like a business card that she seemed to have been looking for, reaching out to hand it to me.

Stenson McGregor - Obliviation Specialist, Occlumency Expert, Legillimens

Beneath that was his number.

"You asked for the best, and he's it."

"How do you know?" I asked, hope bubbling in my chest at the idea of being able to pull this off.

"He's only had one case he was unsuccessful at, and it was in his early years. If anyone can do this, it's McGregor." she said confidently.

"Thank you, Pans."

"You know this is going to cost you a small fortune, right?" asked Theo, glancing at the card before looking back to me.

I shrugged, "It's a good thing I've got a massive fortune, then."

Blaise laughed and even Pansy cracked a smile, but Theo seemed a bit more skeptical.

"This is a big deal, mate. You have no idea what could happen."

I opened my mouth to respond, but Blaise beat me to it.

"Oh sod off, Theo." groaned Blaise, "He's obviously head over heels in love with the witch. Of course he wants to get her parents memories back for her. Wouldn't you try to do the same for someone you loved?"

Theo sighed, but nodded regardless, "Yeah, I suppose I would."

"Phone him in the morning." said Pansy, "I told him to expect your call."

I reached across the table and gave her hand a solid squeeze as I thanked her again.

I'd known from the second Granger had told me about her parents, that I wanted to help - wanted to get their memories back. And it was obvious that Granger couldn't afford the likes of McGregor - but truthfully, when it came to her, money wasn't an object for me.

She was happy to traipse around in the mud with Brill and help Charles Weasley with his dragons and just do normal things. She didn't expect diamonds or to be taken out to fancy restaurants each night - in fact, if I tried that, I was sure she'd throw a massive fit.

She deserved everything I had to offer and more, because Salazar knew I didn't deserve her. I knew I'd spend the rest of my life doing anything I could to make her happy.

"Do be sure to drag her away from work next time, yeah?" said Pansy, standing and slipping into her coat. "I've got to get back."

I chuckled and agreed, though I knew that if Granger was knee deep in case files there was no way she'd let herself be pulled away from it.

Blaise, Theo, and I stood as well, shrugging our own coats on as we bid one another goodbye.

Instead of apparating back to the Ministry I opted to walk. I needed time to think.

Now that I had McGregor's number, I had no idea what to do next. Did I tell Granger? But if I told her and it didn't work, she'd be even more devastated.

On the other hand, I had no idea how she'd react if I went behind her back and did this - although, if it worked, how mad could she really be?

Very.

I knew her well enough at this point that I knew there was a high possibility of her being livid at not having been involved in this.

In the end, though, I figured it'd be worth it.

HPOV

Moving my things into Malfoy's house wasn't as strange as I would've expected.

Then again, I'd practically spent all my free time here anyway, so the only real difference was that all of my things were here now. It had taken a few weeks, but we'd managed to merge my things with his in a way that was practically seamless - and that was the odd part.

I'd always assumed Malfoy would be rather stuck to the way he had things, putting up a fight with anything I wanted to change, but the opposite was actually true. He'd told me that I could change anything to make it feel more like home to me - and even when I wanted to put miss-matched pillows and throws in the living room, he laughed and took it in stride.

If I hadn't already loved him, that probably would've done it.

I was currently outside nestled against Brill's chest, between his forelegs, as he breathed slightly steamy air down on me to keep me warm. I had no idea how long we'd been out here - Malfoy had left early in the morning before I'd fully woken up - again - so I didn't really know where he was or when he'd be back.

"What do you think, Brill? Do you like that I'll be here more?"

He snorted, the sound making me laugh as I said, "I'll take that as a yes."

He leaned further down, brushing his snout against my cheek, and it was moments like this that proved - at least to me - that dragons could understand us.

"I wonder if you're lonely sometimes." I murmured, trailing my fingers over the scales that covered his chest, "I could see if Malfoy would get you a friend."

Brill huffed, turning his head away from me, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"Don't be like that." I chided, "I would never and could never replace you. You're my boy, Brill."

He looked back to me, his purple eyes studying mine for a moment before he licked a stripe up the side of my face.

I laughed, tapping his snout as I said, "I managed to find you some watermelon yesterday."

His eyes seemed to widen almost comically as he not-so-gently nudged me in the direction of the house.

"I take it that means you'd like some, yeah?" I joked, heading up the back steps as he snorted behind me.

I pushed open the back door and stopped dead in my tracks.

Standing in the foyer was Malfoy, and a few steps in front of him, my parents.

What were they doing here?

Why did Malfoy bring them? Did something happen?

But my mum and dad didn't look panicked - though they did look close to tears. In fact, it seemed as though my mum had already been crying. Her eyes - those same eyes I had - were red-ringed, her cheeks red and splotchy, and honestly she'd never looked more beautiful.

"Hermione," whispered my dad, taking one step forward toward me, and that launched me into action. I ran forward, throwing my arms around both of my parents, and the floodgates opened immediately.

My mum was sobbing, her hands flying over my face and hair as she mumbled about how ridiculously silly I'd been. Meanwhile my dad wasn't saying anything, a lone tear rolling down his cheek as he pulled me forward into his chest one more time.

How was this real?

"H-how - wha-at?" My eyes immediately snapped to Malfoy, who was standing off to the side with his hands in his pockets, a slight sheen to his silvery eyes.

"You did this, didn't you?" I asked, releasing my parents, "How?"

Malfoy shrugged, his cheeks flushed pink as he answered, "Does it really matter?"

And I found that it really didn't. At least not right now. Not with my parents remembering me.

Closing the small distance between Malfoy and I, I pulled him into a hug, pressing my lips to his cheek as I whispered, "Thank you so much."

He said nothing, his only response to wrap his arms around me a bit tighter, before letting go and saying, "I'm going to work on some things at the office. When you're ready we can all go to dinner."

He pressed a chaste kiss to my lips, bid my parents goodbye, and a few moments later I heard the telltale whoosh of the floo.

"He's quite the young man." said my dad, a small smile on his face, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"You don't even know the half of it."

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It turned out that Doctor McGregor had managed to restore about 89 percent of their memories, which was more than I ever would've been able to dream of.

It seemed that they remembered everything perfectly until I started at Hogwarts. Malfoy explained that it was likely the influence of magic that started making things more difficult, but even with that, they remembered a vast majority of what had happened during those first few years and less about the War, which I was actually grateful for. I didn't want them to remember how worried they'd been about me traipsing all over the place with Harry and Ron.

"I don't even know what to say, Malfoy." I said softly, cuddling into his side in our bed after an amazingly exhausting day that ended with dinner spent with Malfoy and my parents.

"You don't have to say anything." he answered easily, his fingers combing through my hair, massaging my scalp every so often.

"I'll never be able to repay you for this." I continued, ignoring his easy acceptance, "It must have cost you a fortune to -"

"It was never about the money, Granger." he interrupted, sitting up and pulling me with him, "I would do anything for you - I will do anything for you."

My breath caught in my throat at his candid admission, and I knew he meant every word of it - and oddly enough, I felt the same way.

"Seeing you with your parents today..." he shook his head, blinking away the tears I could only assume had gathered in his eyes as he continued, "I feel so bloody lucky that I could do that for you - for all of you. Seeing you with them...it's what parents should be like with their children. It's so obvious that they love you with everything in them."

And I knew that they did. My parents had always done everything they could to give me the best life possible, even giving up a lot of time with me so that I could go to Hogwarts, learning all about magic, dealing with thee magical world as a whole - they were truly amazing.

And the only reason I had them back was because of Draco Malfoy.

"I love you so much." I whispered, not trusting my voice to speak any louder, "So, so much."

A small smile lifted the corner of his mouth as he gently pulled me forward into a soft kiss, "I love you, too, Granger."