Author's note: Blech. Quarter Exams coming up… I'm procrastinating from studying. : P Hehe! I hope you like this one… It's the development of their "relationship." A bit funny, actually. Please review. Constructive Criticism would be greatly appreciated. Thank you people so much for reviewing!

Title: The Whole Truth

Author: The*Spangled*Pandemonium

Chapter Title: Alternate Universe

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Hermione:

God, everything was way too bright. The bed was comfy… Did I really have to wake up already? Opening my hazel eyes, I saw a crowd of three strangers sitting or pacing around the hospital room I was in.

An astonished gasp was heard from the tall lanky blond guy who seemed my age. Who was he? Who were they? Who was I? What in heaven's name was going on here?!

"She's awake!" He said, his eyes glittered like faded stones, brimming with surprise. I squinted, trying to remember if I knew him. Nothing. A blank. I continued to give him a scrutinizing gaze, trying to pinpoint exactly what relation he was to me. Then something sort of disappeared in his expression. There was dread in there, like he was terrified of me, of what I was going to say.

"Who are you people?" I questioned, as the two grown-ups practically bounded towards me.

"Hermione, dearest." The caramel-haired woman said to me as she hugged me tightly. "I'm so glad you're alright…" Her eyes got all watery, like she was about to cry.

"Who are you people?" I repeated weakly, but somewhat louder as the tall man who had been napping on the couch kissed me on my forehead. I started getting terrified. I think I knew these people! So why didn't I remember them? They seemed so familiar! And yet… I didn't know them. Were they my family? Friends? What was going on here?

I turned my eyes to the blond guy again. His half frightened, half concerned look had changed into one of complete and utter relief. I could see traces of a smirk emerging from his pale face. I couldn't help but pull the blankets up from the bed, covering myself. Had he been here, watching me as I slept? Argh!

"Doctor!" The woman called, her curls bouncing. "Doctor!!" Her panicked look resembled my own. Once again, who was this woman? My mother? Who was I, for crying out loud!

I saw another person emerge from the door. She was dressed up in a doctor's garb, so I assumed I didn't know her. I mean, any more than I knew these unfamiliar people by my bed.

As she talked to the two grownups, worriedly, occasionally shooting distressed glances at me, I concentrated on looking around the room I was in. There was a small couch in the side of the room, right next to a small table decked with flowers and coffee cups. It would have looked quite cozy, if it weren't for the machine that was monitoring my heartbeat and other strange contraptions. I tried to remember being taken here, and I still came up with absolutely nothing. I didn't have a past! Or at least I didn't remember it…

It was then I first noticed the throbbing pain on the back of my head. Touching it gingerly, I felt a large lump there and grimaced. Urgh. Life certainly wasn't very good to me right now.

I tried to listen to what my parents (?) were saying to the doctor they were talking to. Were they talking about me? Probably. I was the one in the hospital bed, after all.

"There's a lot about the human mind that is unknown to us… But I think I know what's wrong." The woman said quietly, trying not to let me hear anything.  Suddenly, she stared at me, and I looked away, trying to show that I wasn't listening. "Her head injury probably blocked out her long-term memory."

"Can we take her home already? She needs to go back to school in three days!" The man, my father (?), said apprehensively, frowning.

The doctor looked thoughtful. "I think so… As long as you contact us if there's any trouble. She'll regain her memory sooner or later, even if you don't want to take the—"

"Thank you, doctor." The brunette woman interrupted, "Do we need to sign anything?'

"Yes, I need you to—" Their voices trailed off as they exited the room.

"Excuse me?" I asked the blond guy who had not taken part in the grown-ups' conversation. He had been watching me intently and had ambled over to me, next to the bed. I don't know why but I felt quite strange. And he seemed to find it amusing. "Can you please tell me who I am, who they are, who you are, and where I am?"

His eyes danced with laughter as he looked at me. Maybe he enjoyed this helpless state I was in. Or maybe he was glad to see me up again. I don't know. "Why, you're Hermione Granger, one of the most powerful students in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

I must have looked cynical and unbelieving because asked me a question. "Do you remember the words 'Wingardium Leviosa'?"

"Of course!" I snorted, "It's the spell for making things float in the air!"

The boy looked triumphant as he jammed his hands into his pockets. "See…"

"But… How… How do I remember that if I don't remember anything about my past or who anyone is?" I stuttered.

"Don't ask me… I have no clue about medicine except what I remember in Potions. I have no idea what any of this muggle stuff does anyway." He looked around the room as if wondering what he was doing here.

"Who were those people who went out of the room?" I questioned, changing the subject.

"Your parents. Philip and Sara Granger. They're dentists."

"Do they look like me?"

"Remarkably so…" He said, staring fixedly at me once more with his silver-moon eyes and I think I shivered.

"Then who are you…?

He paused a while and tilted his head meditatively, as if wondering what to respond to my question.

"Your brother." He replied. His face had become solemn and serious.

I guess I wasn't concentrating on anything but him because my parents had suddenly appeared. And were laughing at me.

"Why, Hermione. That's Draco Malfoy! You're boyfriend!" My mom said.

I was too busy gaping at them to realize what expression Draco had on his face. I must have been blushing furiously.

He was probably laughing at me too.

Draco sort of coughed, and I looked back at him. He wasn't laughing at me… In fact, he was blushing as much as I was!

My parents must have found this little revelation hysterically funny. Too bad I wasn't laughing.

"Why didn't you tell me before?!" I said, in what I hoped was in an indignant voice and punched him lightly on the arm.

He looked mildly surprised as he rubbed the spot where I hit him. "Erm… Umm… I guess I wanted to see who you thought I was first…Sweetheart." He stuttered.

My parents were roaring with laughter.

I punched him again.

"Come Draco." My father said, trying to contain a cackle, "We'll let the girls fix everything up, shall we?" I could tell he meant that I should probably dress up soon.

I watched as my "brother" stepped out of the room with my Dad with mixed feelings. How was my relationship with Draco? Did I love him? How long have we been going out? Did he ever get along with my parents? Did he ever forget to give me a birthday present?

"Mom?" I said as I climbed out of the bed. "Do you know anything about me Draco?"

She looked puzzled. "It seems that you've hidden your Draco secret… We only knew because the nurse told us… He's the one who saved you, you know."

I rubbed my temples furiously. Why hadn't I told anybody about him? Especially my parents! I was so confused.

"He seems really nice," My mom said. "Very polite… And charming." She winked at me and I blushed some more.

"How about my other friends? And you and dad?" I asked.

"Lets see," She said pensively as I dressed up. "There's Harry Potter and Ron Weasly. Your two best friends… I think you have photos of them in your wallet. And us? We'll re-introduce ourselves when we return home." She chuckled. "I can't believe I have to describe myself to my own daughter!"

After I finished putting on all my clothes, I walked to where my mother had placed the wallet. On the table. Opening it, I saw dozens of small wizard photos of me, Harry and Ron. My mom told me some information about them, and told me she had saved all my letters about Hogwarts. She promised she would show me them when we got home (wherever that was) so if I didn't have my memory back by the time I returned to school, I would know everything about them.

 I was still pretty confused. I didn't even have a single picture of Draco! It was like I popped up in some alternate universe and didn't know anything about the last one I was in… Except for some random bits and pieces.

After we tidied up the mess, we stepped out to find my father and Draco deep into conversation about Hogwarts. Apparently, my dad had tried to pump him for info about our relationship.

I groaned. Fathers… Always terrorizing their daughter's boyfriends.

We walked to the car. It seems that Draco was going to travel back to his home by Floo Powder, by means of the fireplace we had at home.

I was genuinely curious about our relationship, I couldn't help asking a few questions when we were safely in.

I leaned on his shoulder, continuously telling myself I'd probably done this dozens of times. For a minute, he stiffened up, then relaxed. It somehow felt right, snuggling up to him like that.

"How long have we been dating, Draco?"

"Six months." He said, turning his storm-cloud eyes back to me.

"How's our relationship?"

"It's been going wonderfully," He said, brushing back my hair sort of carefully with his long fingers. His touch was oddly electrifying, but I didn't let it bother me. I closed my eyes peacefully.

"Did you ever forget to buy me a present during my birthday?"

"What?"

"Never mind..." I mumbled. I don't know why, but that moment felt unbelievably new and fresh. Like we had never done this before. I was blissfully happy.

I fell asleep on his shoulder the ride home.

Author's Note: I'm sorry if you thought it a bit quick… I figured that Hermione thinks she's done that many times before so she can come on to him any time… Once again… Reviews are my fuel. If they stop, I stop. I need my drive too, y'know. :o)