She sat in her kitchen waiting. At exactly 3 p.m. the next afternoon Dumbledore appeared in the hearth.

"What seems to be the trouble Molly?"

"Well Albus it's complicated. You see...." For the next fifteen minutes she filled him in on recent events reguarding Harry and Draco. When she finished she could almost swear that his eyes held a slight twinkle, almost as if he knew something she didn't.

"Don't worry Molly everything will be fine, you'll see."

"But Albus what if they hurt each other? What if.."

"I don't believe there is much danger of that, but you're right to think this is a delicate matter. Where are they now?"

"Well Harry went with Ron to Diagon Alley, and Draco is taking a nap. I don't believe he slept much last night. Poor dear."

Half an hour found Dumbledore within a long corridor deep within the ministry of magic. It had taken very little time to convince Fudge to let him have access to the knowledge he sought and the normally sedate Headmaster of Hogwarts felt like he was walking on air. The items in his pocket would, he was sure, clear a few things up.

Harry was sitting in a corner of the kitchen lightly dozing when Dumbledore arrived.

"Professor Dumbledore. It's so good to see you sir." He moved his walking chair forward to greet his headmaster properly.

"It's very good to see you too Harry. I can see that Molly's cooking agrees with you better than the fare at St. Mungo's."

Harry laughed for the first time in what seemed like days. It was true. Food whether in a muggle hospital or St. Mungo's could never taste as good as one of Mrs. Weasley's home cooked meals.

At that moment Molly came into the room, looked at Dumbledore, nodded and walked back out. "Wonder what that was all about," thought Harry.

Just then Molly returned, leading a rather sleepy looking Draco by the hand. He froze when he saw Dumbledore and refused to come close to him. If Draco's actions bothered the older man he gave no sign of it, and just smiled.

"Come here Mr. Malfoy," he said.

Draco looked to Harry for guidance. "Go on Draco, he won't hurt you. I promise."

Looking somewhat mollified Draco approached the old wizard, who gently placed a band of what looked to be brown cloth on the young boys head. Harry was puzzled. What was going on. His confusion was only increased when he saw Dumbledore place an identical band on his own head. Harry thought he saw Draco's eyes fill with longing and pain for an instant, but he couldn't be sure. Dumbledore removed the band from his own head and Draco gently slumped into the waiting arms of Mrs. Weasley who proceeded to put him to bed.

"What's going on Professor? What happened to Draco just now? What..."

"If you will please calm youself Harry I will try to explain. These (he said holding up the band he'd just been wearing), are Memory bands. They work somewhat similar to a pensive but are only used to help those who have suffered a mysterious memory loss like that which afflicts young Mr. Malfoy."

"Oh. So does that mean you know why he lost his memory now?"

"Yes Harry that is exactly what I mean. Young Mr. Malfoy seems to have suffered what muggle science calls a feuge state. Seeing the puzzlement on Harry's face he continued. "He faced a very painful experience that his mind couldn't deal with and so he blanked out his memory in an attempt to forget about it."

"What memory could be that painful professor."

Dumbledore knew that much would depend upon how he answered the boy in front of him. "He fell in love with someone who he didn't know how to approach. He'd loved this person for years never daring to believe they might feel the same way about him. Then he almost lost them in an accident. He felt guilty and didn't know how to express that guilt."

"So he chose to hide from it?"

"Yes Harry he did."

"Who was the person professor?"

"You Harry, you."

Harry was stunned. Malfoy who had hated him (or was that all an act?) loved him? It couldn't be. He couldn't possibly be that lucky. Then it hit him. Draco still had amnesia. He couldn't possibly love Harry now. Tears began to fall from his eyes.

"What's the matter Harry?"

"H-he's still got amnesia professor. How can he possibly love me."

"Harry look at me." Harry did. "He doesn't have amnesia anymore Harry. The bands disolve the blockage in a controlled way. He's still very fragile at the moment, but by morning he should be back to normal.

Harry barely heard him, he was so happy. Maybe there was still a chance he could tell Draco how he felt after all. Maybe.... He dozed in his chair and barely felt someone lift him from it and place him in bed. He rolled over and went back to sleep.