Chapter Forty-Six:
(A/N. I tottaly intended for this chapter to be longer but I haven't had time to write it and because of the demands I decided to post what I have. Alright? Anyway, I'm in a bad moos because I watched the Buffy finale and it was so sad and my favorite character died. SOB! Okay well you guys have to cheer me up so REVIEW, REVIEW and REVIEW!)
The darkness swelled around him, threatening to drown him into nothingness but Draco fought back. Why did he fight? He couldn't remember any more. His memories were floating away though he tried to grab onto them and hold them close. It had not been so long ago…that he remembered. An angel had some part in the reason for his near futile struggles. Warm embraces and soft kisses…if only he could remember. The darkness rose up in a wave and, ready to crash down on him and Draco steeled himself against it. The wave threw him down and he choked on the darkness. He coughed his mind trying to remember…he had to remember. Someone was waiting for him. Belle…not that wasn't right but he knew he was close, if only he could reach out and grab it…
"Hermione? How is he?" A voice asked from far away, the sound echoing in this place of shadows. Draco strained to hear.
"He's asleep." A beautiful voice said. Draco sighed in contentment. Hermione, yes that was his angel's name. Draco glanced around in confusion, the darkness seemed to be fading. It was so slow that for a while, Draco thought that he had imagined ur, but no a light was coming and with it Draco's memories. He remembered a leather couch in a green lit room, A girl with golden hair and bright eyes, a huge house with no emotions, a women so like the moon with her silver hair and dark eyes, a black cauldron exploding on a terrified boy, and of course his goddess, Hermione. Warm, chocolate curls and eyes that radiated love like he had never known.
"Hermione…" Draco whispered as the light continued to grow brighter. The light that had no center point but seemed to exude from all around him. Draco had no sense of time in this place but after a while the light grew steadily brighter. A annoying boy with bright red hair accompanied by another boy with a scar on his forehead, Snape a name with no face attached to it, Alohamora, cookies on a golden plate…Soon the light became too bright to bear and Draco had to close his eyes and in doing this he was brought back to the night before.
"Oh Father." He whispered, not saddened by the death of the horrible man who had tried to kill his son, but for the death of the man Lucius could have been. A good father and a loving husband. A single tear slipped down his cheek, reflecting the light a hundred times and pushing back the rest of the darkness that had held Draco down. Draco opened his eyes and found himself in a strange room. He glanced around and realized he was in St. Mungon's. On a chair next to his bed was Hermione. He called her name and her eyes slowly opened and she looked up at him.
"Good morn…Draco?" She said, staring at his eyes with wonder and disbelief. He raised a single pale eyebrow.
"Last time I checked, but maybe you could get me a mirror and I'll check again." He said and smirked.
"It is you!" She cried happily and embraced him. He chuckled into her hair, brushing it down lovingly.
"Who else would it be?" He asked. She pulled back and looked away her face filled with pain and sorrow.
"You lost your memory for a long time. Nobody thought you'd get it back." She whispered. He frowned.
"How long is long?" He demanded, keeping his tone as gentle as he could. She looked back at him, biting her lip.
"Two weeks." She responded and he smiled at her, leaning over and planting a kiss on her silky lips relishing the emotions that ran through him.
"Don't worry, Hermione, I'm back. I won't ever leave you again." He murmured. She smiled and wrapped her arms around him. He fell back into the pillows, her head resting on his chest. Memories of the past two weeks slowly drifted back to him and he smiled sadly, understanding what an ordeal his angel had been through. But he also had the memory of the first conversation so long ago, and it brought a smile to his face.
