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CHAPTER 20 FINALLY UP.

Next week: Chapter 21: What will Draco see, and how will he react? Will he remember?

And what was wrong with the brown leather notebook?

Update will be next week, I have exams and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows is gaining my attention!

Hehe. I do hope you still continue reading:)

"I can't believe it." Ginny was saying while they were at the twins' bedroom, cleaning their room. (Which was saying something, since no one ever did even so much as attempt to clean their room.)

"I know. I don't too. But it's downright believable. I mean, you saw it." Hermione said in an attempt not to blush, but every time she remembered it she would blush so deep, she could bet it would be glow in the dark.

Ginny smirked, and Hermione stashed away wrappers of Merlin knows what inside a basket. "I told you he likes you like mad." Ginny said in a taunting voice.

They were finally on to cleaning the house, the boys were cleaning the attic while the girls were in charge of the rooms, and they were going to do the kitchen all together while cooking.

Hermione could clearly remember everything, plus it just happened seconds ago, and it kept playing over and over again in her head, resulting in subconscious smiles that Ginny would point out every second.

She could still see him say sorry… and how she felt guilty, then he asked where it hurt, and the moment he asked this Hermione's belly went jelly, and it went ultimately liquid the moment she said 'nowhere'.

And then, she swore until now she could feel his hands gently hold her face, and she could still feel the warm shivers that ran along her spine… She remembered being scared, scared of what was going to happen, what he was going to do, if he was going to remember…

Then she stopped thinking when he kissed her, and all that mattered was that Draco Malfoy was kissing her, and she kissed back, simply because there was no reason not to.

She smiled as she put a pair of singing socks away.

"You're thinking about it again, aren't you?" Ginny's voice interrupted.

Hermione smirked. "Leave me in peace." She said, as she unconsciously held on to a pair of charmed underwear next. -Ginny conveniently forgot to point this out to Hermione.

And then, after the kiss, she could still see his eyes, his silver eyes that made her feel as if she was the best person in the world, because someone like him cares about her. Nothing else mattered.

They didn't speak after the kiss, though the twins and Harry and Ron made a good deal of talking and questions while Ginny was squealing like a pig.

All that mattered and all they did was walk side by side towards the house, and halfway there Hermione subconsciously held his hand, and when she looked at him, he was smiling at her. He was smiling at her.

He was smiling because he had someone to hold.

He smiled because for the first time he remembered what it is to be happy.

I made him happy.

I make him happy.

I make Draco Malfoy happy. Ha. Interesting….

"OIE!" Ginny boomed.

"Wha-whaaa?" Hermione asked absentmindedly.

"Honestly Hermione, I know you went out with Viktor and everything, I would've thought you weren't so dead with this stuff, must you keep spacing out?!" Ginny said in exasperation as she shoved a pair of filthy socks in a basket.

Sorry, they turned out to be enchanted worms.

"You do notice that what you're holding is underwear found in the vicinity where Fred and George sleep? I'd be cautious if I were you…" Ginny said suddenly fighting the urge to laugh.

Hermione looked at her hands and she saw clearly, and horribly, a pair of ugly and demented underwear. She immediately let go of it.

"You only told me now…?!" She asked viciously as she threw socks at Ginny.

"I didn't want to disturb you." Ginny smirked.

"That was funny, that was!!!" Fred roared as he flicked his wand enthusiastically.

"What?!" Draco asked in defense as he stacked old photo albums away.

"You actually threw the gnome at Hermione?!" He asked bewildered, flicking his wand again so things here and there would suddenly move.

"It was an accident!!!" Draco said in defense.

"Yeah, I saw it." Harry answered.

"I was the one who put the shoe." George piped in.

"It was you!??!" Draco asked revolted.

George waved his arm in defense. "Hey, don't blame me! I only put it because I thought some stupid gnome would stumble on it… turns out it wasn't a gnome… it was someone else…" George trailed off, wiggling his eyebrows.

Suddenly Ron burst out laughing. "Ha-ha-ha!!" He gasped for air. "That was-that was for a gnome?! Ha-! And-and..It worked on Malfoy!??!" He was now rolling across the floor.

Draco looked at the red-head with half disgust and half pity.

"Nice idea George." He said after seconds of watching the demented boy.

"Hey, don't be so bitter! If you haven't done that, you wouldn't have kissed Hermione, wouldn't you!?" He asked laughing.

"Oho!!!" Fred said in excitement.

Draco suddenly burned deep red, his pale face feeling red-hot.

I am NOT blushing in front of these twins, the boy who lived, and a poor boy rolling around on the floor...

"But I must say, that was a smooth move." George suddenly said.

"I agree George, so, how did it go?" Fred asked Draco.

"Fred! How rude can you get?! You can't go asking that!" Harry said in revulsion.

"Harry, stop trying to be polite, I know you want to hear it too."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do."

"No, I don't!"

"Yes you do!"

"I said I don't!"

"If I brought our dear bottle right here I bet it would turn deep red and green, wouldn't it?!"

Harry suddenly goes silent.

"Ooookay." Draco found himself saying. These boys were weirder than he thought.

And why is that Weasley still on the floor!?

"So.. Care to share?" Fred and George asked.

Draco snorted. "What are you, eager for gossip girls?" He smirked.

"Ouch!" Fred said. "Did you hear what he said, George?! My heart! I feel it! It hurts! It huuurrrrts!!!"

"Oh do shut up!" Draco said fighting the urge to laugh. "I'll tell you if you stop acting like a fool!"

"I'm sorry but that's kind of hard." Fred suddenly said.

Draco shook his head. "I just did it, okay?! I didn't want to be lectured! She was worked up!" He quickly said. "She was practically on a roll!!!"

"Smart move." George suddenly said. "Fred?"

"Yes?" Fred asked.

"We should start doing that every time we get in trouble."

"Hmm..."

"Oh Merlin no, please." Harry suddenly said. "You'd be snogging Filch all the time."

Everyone shudders.

After spending much time shuddering and trying to erase vivid mental images of Filch and the twins, Draco finally found himself going back to what had happened…

She was so beautiful. Draco found himself constantly looking at her, and longing to do something to show her that he really, really liked her. And, when he saw those eyes look up to him, everything seemed perfect, the stars, the sky, all that was in his head was to kiss her, kiss her simply because he just had to.

And he did, and he felt like it was the best thing he could ever remember since his accident.

He felt like this was the only happiness he could remember.

And she kissed me back.

And then… the time they were going back to the house… She held his hand.

She held my hand.

And he could remember his ridiculous smile, he smiled because it was an affirmation that she too, like him, wanted to show that she cared.

It was the first time he was thankful for losing his memory, because she'd be the only reason he'd hope not to go back to before anymore.

"Wow." Ginny quietly said. "Who knew he was actually orderly?" She asked in bewilderment.

Hermione shook her head. "No, it's only because you're probably used to the twins, and Ron." Hermione added as an after thought.

They were finally in Draco's room, having finished the twins -which took a lot of time, and a lot of disgusting and disturbing thoughts that would forever haunt the two of them, they thought miserably. Who knew they stored an army of cockroaches for the "advanced research of insect potential"?

"I don't think there's any fixing and cleaning up to be done here…" Ginny trailed off.

"Yeah, as you have noticed, I also sleep here, well, I don't like messy stuff, do I?" Hermione said while sitting on the bed.

"And who knew Ron actually had pictures of Fleur sleeping under his bed?" Ginny asked half in disgust and pity. -Many people felt that way towards Ron. She joined Hermione, she sat beside her.

"Well, I thought he'd have, he's not subtle really." Hermione said lazily, she was getting tired.

"What time is it, by the way?" Ginny asked.

Hermione looked at her muggle watch, "It's quarter to 7."

They soon went into deep discussion on how Madam Pince closely resembled a vulture. Hermione's eyes studied the room lazily, when suddenly she spotted Draco's trunk.

"What?" Ginny suddenly asked when she finally noticed Hermione wasn't paying attention.

She followed Hermione's eyes and frowned. "What's up with Malfoy's trunk?"

Hermione didn't mind her. Ginny couldn't see she was staring at what was on top of his trunk… it was the brown leather notebook he'd always bring out late at night.

She felt a strong urge to get it and see what was inside, what was he reading, or possibly, what he was writing?

But it's invasion of privacy…

Yeah but he wouldn't know…

And I bet it's okay if I see it, he wouldn't get mad…

I haven't seen him get mad since he's lost his memory…

Yeah but it is still, one hundred percent invasion of privacy…

Oh come on!! Hermione thought exasperated. Just a peep!

She continued to debate with herself, until she finally came up with a conclusion.

"What are you looking at 'Mione?" Ginny asked concerned.

Hermione was spending too much time staring and spacing out.

Then slowly, Hermione pointed at the brown leather notebook that caused her mental stress.

"What, Malfoy's notebook?!" Ginny asked incredulously.

Hermine shook her head. "No, you don't understand. It can't be a Hogwarts notebook… He writes, or reads it late at night… And I don't remember having any homework…" Hermione trailed off. "It simply can't be a school notebook."

Ginny suddenly caught up. "What, wanna check it out?" She asked excitedly.

Hermione looked up at her, and suddenly she felt sure.

"Quick, you check it out first, then tell me your reaction and I'll check it for myself." Hermione hastily said, as she stood up quickly and snatched the notebook. She saw a few pages flicker, and she could make out his hand writing, but not what was written.

He's got a really handsome hand writing….

Hermione slapped herself. She was being silly.

"Here!" Hermione sat down and shoved the notebook in eager and excitement at Ginny. "Come on! Quickly!!"

She was every bit anxious, So he was writing…It was his hand writing…

Ginny shook her head while laughing. "Who knew you'd go this far…."

"Just get on with it!" Hermione snapped.

Ginny shook her head again and slowly, very slowly opened the book. She was hoping to piss Hermione off with her lack of speed.

"Well!?" Hermione asked as she saw the bits of words scribbled and the black ink haunting her. "Read it!"

Ginny blinked at her. Was she crazy? Read what? But the girl across her seemed to be expecting her opinion on what she saw, which was impossible.

Finally, she decided to speak up.

"Hermione, nothing's written." Ginny said.

"So what do you think the two are up to?" Fred asked conversationally.

"Dunno." They all replied.

Fred continued to flick his wand here and there, conjuring up a table, chairs and food, they were now having a feast for their work was done since the twins could do magic.

"So, how'd the accident happen?" Draco asked while sipping his juice.

"Merlin's sake!" George said exasperated.

"Must you keep asking!? We've told you a gazillion times!" Fred said.

"I was only making sure!" Draco said in defense.

"Well actually…" Harry suddenly said. "We can show you."

Draco looked at Harry so quickly that he could've sworn his neck made an ominous sound. "You can?!"

"Yeah." Harry said encouragingly. "Didn't you take it, Fred? While we were at the bottom of the escalator and waiting for them to come down? You were dancing then." He said laughing.

"Wha--- Oh yeah!!" Fred suddenly exclaimed, smacking his forehead and mentally thanking Hermione for the spell she shared that he and George would remember forever.

"You can watch the accident Draco." Fred said as he flicked his wand and slowly, the attic turned into a bright and flashy Muggle mall.