AN: I do hope you enjoy this chapter, please tell me what you think. OH, and how you think the story will end. ;)

"There!" Fred exclaimed, pointing at the foot of an escalator.

Draco was taking in the surroundings. There were lots of light, lots of designs, lots of Muggles.

I've been here?

He slowly and hazily made his way towards where Fred and George were, followed by Harry and Ron.

"What is this…?" He slowly asked as he looked up at the empty escalator. "Where am I?" He asked confused. "What are we supposed to be watching?"

"Shhhh." Fred said impatiently, waving a hand at Draco to silence him.

Draco frowned. They knew what they were waiting for, he didn't.

He decided to take the other escalator to the right, the one that went up.

Slowly he was moving, slowly up, when he saw a figure to his left. He looked closely, went up a few steps, and saw that it was a pair of identical red heads about to go down.

He watched as the new pair of Fred and George went down the escalator. He looked quickly down the foot to see the original Fred and George ogling and smiling wickedly at them. He found it weird to find two pairs of twins.

"Yeah George, no wonder Dad's so in love with these things!" The memory Fred said. He was stroking the handle of the escalator.

"Yeah! Who knew they were fun!!!!" George said as he danced in the steps.

Finally Draco was going to be in level with the memory twins, and he itched to say something.

"Hello?" He said loudly, sure that they would hear him.

"And who knew you didn't need to get tired!" Fred exclaimed, hopping in the steps.

"Right you are mate!" George added.

Draco frowned. They didn't hear him.

Well of course, we're simply just watching what happened.

He watched as the memory twins finally reached the foot of the escalator, he even saw Fred attempt to make a conversation with himself, but obviously failed. There were now two Freds, two Georges waiting with Ron and Harry.

He quickly ran up the escalator. Finally he was at the landing, and saw a little distance away from him, the memory Draco and Hermione, although it seemed they were fighting.

And then he saw Ginny, Ron and Harry happily start their way down the escalator.

"Look at the twins!" Ginny exclaimed. "How childish!"

Harry and Ron smiled as they joined Ginny ride the escalator. "Yeah, they look like blokes!"

Draco immediately looked down. The memory twins were dancing and waiting impatiently for the three to come down, and beside them he could see the real twins imitating themselves. They looked ridiculous. Draco inwardly chuckled, then he made his way towards the Draco and Hermione he was watching.

"Then why don't you like him, huh!?" Hermione asked Draco.

Draco watched as he saw himself frown and look really angry.

Don't like who?

"Is it bad to not like a person?? Geez Granger, you don't control me!!" He snapped.

Draco was taken aback in seeing how rude he was.

He saw Hermione clutch her hands.

Why were we fighting? Draco found himself thinking.

"And you don't control me either! So I don't need to tell you anything! And you don't need to go around bossing me!!" She practically screamed.

He saw his own gray eyes flash with anger. "Fine! I was just curious anyway, is that so bad?!"

Curious about what?!

Draco looked at Hermione, she was about to retort now. He could see her face itch with irritation.

Somehow everything went suddenly slow.

Draco was confused and looked at the memory Draco in case he saw answers. And then, he saw himself miss a step, and suddenly….

He was rolling down the escalator, every step banging on his neck, then on his face, he was falling helplessly.

It was as if everything was put on slow motion, he seemed to watch himself fall very slowly. It seemed as if it was prolonged, and silence was the only thing that Draco could hear. He couldn't move as he watched.

Then he saw himself hit the floor with an alarming thud. He didn't even scream. He saw the memory twins, Ron, Harry and Ginny huddle towards the lifeless body.

The real twins, Ron and Harry were simply watching quietly.

He couldn't say anything, he was too dumbstruck to produce words. He had just watched himself fall down an escalator.

He tried to remember how it felt, was it painful?

His head was starting to ache now... He tried to think...

Suddenly, everything was put back from slow motion to normal and someone returned his sense of hearing again, for he heard a high, ear-splitting scream.

He looked for the source, and saw that it was Hermione, looking worried and as dumbstruck as he was, except that she was still able to let out a scream.

He watched as she ran down the escalator, and so did Draco. He was trying to keep up with the girl, she was so fast. He smiled as he remembered her speed in the gnome incident…

And then they reached the landing. He looked blankly at the real twins, who simply nodded their head towards the group that was huddled over what Draco knew was himself. Harry and Ron simply nodded too.

"MOVE!" Hermione said. He watched closely as she made her way between a scared looking Harry and Ron.

"Malfoy! Malfoy!! DRACO!!" She was saying, and he saw her grab his own shoulders and bend down, so that his face and hers were simply inches away.

He was standing right behind Hermione, looking down at himself, his lack of response scaring him. No one seemed to realize he was present, especially not the girl he wanted to know more.

Then he saw her shake his body. "Draco, DRACO! Please wake up, please wake up!!" She said hysterically.

But he didn't respond.

Draco was feeling nauseous. He didn't feel comfortable watching himself like this. Let alone watch Hermione like this.

"Draco... DRACO!! Oh please wake up!!!" And she started shaking him again.

Draco suddenly felt a surge of pity towards Hermione… at what she had to go through, how scared she probably was… But he also admired her, because she cared this much.

Then suddenly he saw himself stir. Draco's heart jumped. He was finally waking up!

He watched as he painfully, slowly and heavily opened his own eyes. He suddenly saw just how gray his eyes were, how intense silver they seemed to be. It felt really weird to look at himself, let alone stare at his own silver eyes.

But his silver eyes weren't staring back at him, they were looking intently at the girl Draco knew would be the first one he'd look at too.

Then Draco saw himself try to move his lips, he was trying to say something. He felt fresh new mounds of pity towards the Draco he was now watching, it was painful to see himself have a hard time.

Then he finally spoke, and as he spoke Draco felt himself freeze.

"Who are you?" He had uttered.

He could feel Hermione stiffen.

So this was how Draco Malfoy lost his memory, at the foot of an escalator while staring at Hermione Granger's chocolate brown eyes.

Draco couldn't think. Suddenly he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. He looked and saw two Freds. But the real Fred simply nodded and said, "It's time to go." While the memory Fred looked shocked and worried.

Draco nodded in return and quietly followed Fred, George, Ron and Harry as they made their way out of the group. Fred flicked his wand, and Draco was able to take one last look at the group beside him before the mall slowly turned back into an attic.

"What do you mean there's nothing written!?" Hermione asked confused.

"I'm telling you, there's nothing here!" And Ginny flashed the book in front of Hermione.

Slanted writing and scribbles met Hermione's eyes as Ginny flipped page through page, shoving it in front of Hermione's face.

Hermione waved it away from her. "Please, I can see well, thank you!" She said impatiently. "Can't you see the writing?!"

Ginny blinked. "Honestly Hermione, there's nothing written here." She said exasperatedly.

"There's really none?" Hermione asked tiredly. They were wasting time. Draco would be here any moment.

"None." Ginny said as she shook her head.

Ginny flipped through the pages again, and she could see nothing but point blank paper staring back at her. She wondered what Hermione could see that she could not.

"What can you see?" She asked curiously.

Hermione thought for a while.

Then she slowly extended her hand.

"Give it here."

"So that's what happened?" Draco asked quietly. He was still going back to what he saw every now and then. It was too vivid for him.

Fred nodded. "Yeah, we just wanted to show you, I mean, you do have the right to know." He said.

Draco nodded, not really saying anything. He was still too preoccupied on thinking about what had just happened, and what he had just seen.

Harry and Ron seemed to notice this, and spoke before the twins could interrogate him.

"Well, let's all go to sleep, it's late." Harry said.

"Yeah, and I'm tired." Ron added.

The twins looked let down, but obeyed just the same. They slowly started to make their way to their rooms, Draco walking in silence and thought.

Ginny put the leather notebook on Hermione's hand, and Hermione itched with eagerness and apprehension to take a look at what was written.

She was eager because she could see and Ginny couldn't.

She was apprehended because she couldn't understand why.

Slowly she opened the notebook, wondering what she'd be able to read.

She was then greeted by Draco's handsome handwriting, even in his handwriting Hermione admired him .

From Draco Malfoy.

That was what she saw on the first page. Hermione wondered, gave Ginny a confused look, and said, "Page 1 says 'from Draco Malfoy'."

"Oooookay…" Ginny trailed. She looked at Hermione expectantly.

Hermione then turned to the next page, and she saw something longer written. She indulged in it instantly.

I write because I find no reason not to.
I write because if I do not, there will be no other place for me to hold the feelings I can not shower in curtains of love on her. -The feelings that I can not throw in admiration at her strides, for an eternity would not be sufficient.

And I write because all that seems to be, and all that will be, has to be simply kept in a place I can open and read at my command, so that even at the dead of night I am reminded by her scent, by her fragrance,

so that as I sleep I smell her beauty.

I write because I find no reason not to.

I write for Jane.

DM.

When Hermione finished reading, she couldn't speak.

She couldn't speak because what she read was absolutely beautiful, and she couldn't speak because it was written for someone named Jane.

She suddenly felt great hot jealousy bubble inside her, she wish she hadn't read it at all.

"What!? Hermione, are you okay?!" Ginny asked worriedly. "What did it say?!"

Hermione looked up at her, and tried not to show how she felt, because after all, it was silly to know that she was the cause of her suffering. If she had just respected his privacy…

"Nothing." She said blankly.

Ginny looked at her. Then she narrowed her eyes. "I think it's something." She started suspiciously. "I think, it has something to do wi----"

The door suddenly swung open. Ginny stopped talking abruptly, Hermione dropped the book and it landed with a soft thud on the floor.

Draco Malfoy was standing at the threshold, looking sullen and troubled, not exactly the way he was the last time Ginny and Hermione saw him.

"Hullo Draco." Ginny said unashamed.

Draco looked at her, then at Hermione.

Hermione was strongly reminded of the old Draco Malfoy… the Malfoy that was always unhappy, always cold…

Her heart sank. She didn't like remembering the old Draco.

"I'd like it if you wouldn't read what shouldn't be read, Hermione." He quietly said.

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