Disclaimer: I own nothing but Damien, which there will be more of in future
chapters.
A/N: Yay! School is out! But I might be getting into a bit of trouble soon, so if you don't get any chapters for a while I apologize. I read your reviews and I'm gonna try to write the rest of this as best I can.
"Mmm." Draco moaned as he awoke with a throbbing headache.
As he opened his eyes he took in his surroundings. It didn't seem right! He wasn't in his own bed. Instead he was on a white, firm, uncomfortable bed. There were no silver and green walls, but brownish colored stones. And as he began to think properly he recognized this place. It was the hospital room!
Draco glanced around quickly. Neville was two beds over in what appeared to be a full body cast. The rest of the room seemed bare, with the exception of the far right corner. There was a white curtain around the area blocking his view from whoever was hidden behind. There was a table near it, which held many bouquets, cards, stuffed animals, and other items. Whoever was back there must have a lot of people who cared about them. His table only had two cards.
He picked them up, and looked at them. The covers of both were dark and depressing looking. He was skeptical about opening them, but he did. The first one read. . .
Dear Mister Malfoy,
I am so sorry for what has happened to you. I cannot imagine being in such pain in a time like this. I know how much your games mean to you. Hopefully you'll be well enough to play again in the near future. I am also sorry for your other loss. As for that matter, I'm not even sure if there are any words of comfort I can give you that would actually make any difference. All I can say is that it did not deserve to happen to you two. I truly hope you are feeling better.
Albus Dumbledore
Draco quizzically looked over the letter again. What was this all about? Sorry for what happened to him? What games? What could possibly be the other loss? What didn't deserve to happen to what two? Who was the other person?
He picked up the other card and carefully opened it as well. He hoped that by reading the second one he might remember what was going on. He was so confused.
Malfoy,
I know we don't get along well. I know we haven't had the greatest history together, but I think it is time for a truce. It is the only thing to do to help her get better. If we continue quarreling the way we have been these past years it may only prove to worsen her condition. And I would never let anything happen to her. I know she means just as much to you as she does to me. And I'm sorry for what happened to you as well. I know some times I wish you'd disappear, or that I could just turn you into a ferret once more, but I never wished for anything like this to happen.
Ron
Draco read that letter again too. And then it all came rushing back to him, giving him an awful headache. Her? She was his girlfriend. If only he could remember who she was. And that game that Dumbledore mentioned. It must be quidditch. But still he couldn't remember who she was? What happened? And how much had she been hurt. . . whoever she was?
Madame Pince walked into the room with a cup of vile looking medicine. She sat down in a chair by his bed and handed him the cup. Then she pulled out a thermometer, and felt his forehead with the back of her hand.
Draco forced down the revolting liquid. If he didn't she wouldn't leave obviously. And after he finished, ready to gag, he handed her the cup, now empty. And as she turned to leave he called her back.
"Can I help you young man?" She asked.
"I hope so. You see, I'm lost. I'm here and I don't know why. I read those cards over there and I have an idea of what's been going on, but not a very good idea. I know I was in an accident, and so was some girl. I'm not one hundred percent sure, but I think she was my girlfriend. But I can't remember her very well, and I don't know why I'm here. What happened?" Draco questioned.
"Oh dear. I was afraid of this. No one knows exactly what happened, but something awful it must have been. You were found with her out on the field, both of you unconscious! Now, she's in critical condition. I hope the poor dear recovers. And you might have a slight loss of memory. Now, you say you remember having a girlfriend, but not who she is? And you don't remember what happened?" The woman looked at him curiously.
"Yes." He nodded, not quite sure where she was going with this.
"If reading those cards helped you remember that much, I wonder if seeing her will help you remember everything." She looked back at the corner.
"Please. I don't know what happened. I don't know who she is, but I know she must be special, because I don't trust people easily. And it would mean I must really trust this girl, and I must really care for her, otherwise I wouldn't be seeing her. Do you know how long I've been with her?" He asked.
"I wouldn't know. You can talk to Longbottom when he wakes up. He probably knows more then I do." She brought a wheelchair around and helped him into it.
As he sat in the wheelchair waiting for the old woman to fix the curtains he noticed how his legs hurt. That must be why he couldn't play. And then his heart began to race as she opened the curtains. Who was this girl? He couldn't think of a single girl in the entire school who would want him.
She pushed him over to the side of the bed, and he stared at the girl for a moment. She looked so familiar. She was gorgeous. Beautiful curls hung around her face. Soft, glossy lips. Skin as pale and cold as porcelain. No wonder he had taken to her. But then he looked at her robes. Hers had a lion on it, and his had a snake! He wasn't quite sure what that was, but he realized that their relationship must have been wrong or forbidden. Yet he couldn't remember why.
"Do you remember anything?" Madame Pince wondered.
"I'm not sure. Is it ok if I just sit here for a while? I have some things I need to figure out." His eyes never left the sleeping beauty in front of him.
So the woman left his side and exited the room. Draco stared at her for the longest time. He knew that he knew her. Her name was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't quite get it out. But he refused to look for help. He was determined to get this all on his own.
As he looked her over he began to remember bits and pieces of old memories. From those memories he knew that she was extremely intelligent. She was a little stuck up, or was at one time. She had to be a prefect. He probably tortured her as a child. And up until recently they must have been dating in secret.
In a few short hours he remembered almost everything and had been crying for the last half-hour. He remembered her! He could remember everything but the last twenty-four hours! Why couldn't he remember? How could he possibly sleep, or help at all if he didn't remember?
"Um. . . excuse me sir, but do you by any chance remember me?" A voice quivered from across the room.
Draco stopped thinking so hard for a moment and turned to whomever it was that momentarily desired his attention.
It was just Neville. Probably just checking to see if he was still the same evil person he was for the longest time, or if this was the start of a whole new Draco.
"Yes Neville. Can I help you?" Draco asked.
"I was just wondering if you knew anything about what happened to Hermione?" Neville questioned seriously.
"No. I've been regaining my memory all day. But I'm going to need another potion for that. I can't get that until tomorrow." Draco sighed with regret.
"Well, whatever it is that happened, I'm sorry. I know how much you loved her, even if the rest of the school doesn't believe it." Neville shook his head.
"You know what? The rest of the school can go screw themselves! They don't know jack shit! I love her. I really love her, more then I've ever loved anyone in my entire life. And I don't appreciate you saying loved! It's not past tense! I still love her! And she will make it through this! I promise! You'll see!" Draco shouted and turned back to Hermione and let another few tears trickle down his cheeks.
A/N: Don't you feel so bad for him? I can't even begin to imagine what that would be like. Anyways, Damien in upcoming chapters. I haven't forgotten about our favorite wonder pup! Review please! And suggestions are welcome, although I'm almost finished with the next chapter.
A/N: Yay! School is out! But I might be getting into a bit of trouble soon, so if you don't get any chapters for a while I apologize. I read your reviews and I'm gonna try to write the rest of this as best I can.
"Mmm." Draco moaned as he awoke with a throbbing headache.
As he opened his eyes he took in his surroundings. It didn't seem right! He wasn't in his own bed. Instead he was on a white, firm, uncomfortable bed. There were no silver and green walls, but brownish colored stones. And as he began to think properly he recognized this place. It was the hospital room!
Draco glanced around quickly. Neville was two beds over in what appeared to be a full body cast. The rest of the room seemed bare, with the exception of the far right corner. There was a white curtain around the area blocking his view from whoever was hidden behind. There was a table near it, which held many bouquets, cards, stuffed animals, and other items. Whoever was back there must have a lot of people who cared about them. His table only had two cards.
He picked them up, and looked at them. The covers of both were dark and depressing looking. He was skeptical about opening them, but he did. The first one read. . .
Dear Mister Malfoy,
I am so sorry for what has happened to you. I cannot imagine being in such pain in a time like this. I know how much your games mean to you. Hopefully you'll be well enough to play again in the near future. I am also sorry for your other loss. As for that matter, I'm not even sure if there are any words of comfort I can give you that would actually make any difference. All I can say is that it did not deserve to happen to you two. I truly hope you are feeling better.
Albus Dumbledore
Draco quizzically looked over the letter again. What was this all about? Sorry for what happened to him? What games? What could possibly be the other loss? What didn't deserve to happen to what two? Who was the other person?
He picked up the other card and carefully opened it as well. He hoped that by reading the second one he might remember what was going on. He was so confused.
Malfoy,
I know we don't get along well. I know we haven't had the greatest history together, but I think it is time for a truce. It is the only thing to do to help her get better. If we continue quarreling the way we have been these past years it may only prove to worsen her condition. And I would never let anything happen to her. I know she means just as much to you as she does to me. And I'm sorry for what happened to you as well. I know some times I wish you'd disappear, or that I could just turn you into a ferret once more, but I never wished for anything like this to happen.
Ron
Draco read that letter again too. And then it all came rushing back to him, giving him an awful headache. Her? She was his girlfriend. If only he could remember who she was. And that game that Dumbledore mentioned. It must be quidditch. But still he couldn't remember who she was? What happened? And how much had she been hurt. . . whoever she was?
Madame Pince walked into the room with a cup of vile looking medicine. She sat down in a chair by his bed and handed him the cup. Then she pulled out a thermometer, and felt his forehead with the back of her hand.
Draco forced down the revolting liquid. If he didn't she wouldn't leave obviously. And after he finished, ready to gag, he handed her the cup, now empty. And as she turned to leave he called her back.
"Can I help you young man?" She asked.
"I hope so. You see, I'm lost. I'm here and I don't know why. I read those cards over there and I have an idea of what's been going on, but not a very good idea. I know I was in an accident, and so was some girl. I'm not one hundred percent sure, but I think she was my girlfriend. But I can't remember her very well, and I don't know why I'm here. What happened?" Draco questioned.
"Oh dear. I was afraid of this. No one knows exactly what happened, but something awful it must have been. You were found with her out on the field, both of you unconscious! Now, she's in critical condition. I hope the poor dear recovers. And you might have a slight loss of memory. Now, you say you remember having a girlfriend, but not who she is? And you don't remember what happened?" The woman looked at him curiously.
"Yes." He nodded, not quite sure where she was going with this.
"If reading those cards helped you remember that much, I wonder if seeing her will help you remember everything." She looked back at the corner.
"Please. I don't know what happened. I don't know who she is, but I know she must be special, because I don't trust people easily. And it would mean I must really trust this girl, and I must really care for her, otherwise I wouldn't be seeing her. Do you know how long I've been with her?" He asked.
"I wouldn't know. You can talk to Longbottom when he wakes up. He probably knows more then I do." She brought a wheelchair around and helped him into it.
As he sat in the wheelchair waiting for the old woman to fix the curtains he noticed how his legs hurt. That must be why he couldn't play. And then his heart began to race as she opened the curtains. Who was this girl? He couldn't think of a single girl in the entire school who would want him.
She pushed him over to the side of the bed, and he stared at the girl for a moment. She looked so familiar. She was gorgeous. Beautiful curls hung around her face. Soft, glossy lips. Skin as pale and cold as porcelain. No wonder he had taken to her. But then he looked at her robes. Hers had a lion on it, and his had a snake! He wasn't quite sure what that was, but he realized that their relationship must have been wrong or forbidden. Yet he couldn't remember why.
"Do you remember anything?" Madame Pince wondered.
"I'm not sure. Is it ok if I just sit here for a while? I have some things I need to figure out." His eyes never left the sleeping beauty in front of him.
So the woman left his side and exited the room. Draco stared at her for the longest time. He knew that he knew her. Her name was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't quite get it out. But he refused to look for help. He was determined to get this all on his own.
As he looked her over he began to remember bits and pieces of old memories. From those memories he knew that she was extremely intelligent. She was a little stuck up, or was at one time. She had to be a prefect. He probably tortured her as a child. And up until recently they must have been dating in secret.
In a few short hours he remembered almost everything and had been crying for the last half-hour. He remembered her! He could remember everything but the last twenty-four hours! Why couldn't he remember? How could he possibly sleep, or help at all if he didn't remember?
"Um. . . excuse me sir, but do you by any chance remember me?" A voice quivered from across the room.
Draco stopped thinking so hard for a moment and turned to whomever it was that momentarily desired his attention.
It was just Neville. Probably just checking to see if he was still the same evil person he was for the longest time, or if this was the start of a whole new Draco.
"Yes Neville. Can I help you?" Draco asked.
"I was just wondering if you knew anything about what happened to Hermione?" Neville questioned seriously.
"No. I've been regaining my memory all day. But I'm going to need another potion for that. I can't get that until tomorrow." Draco sighed with regret.
"Well, whatever it is that happened, I'm sorry. I know how much you loved her, even if the rest of the school doesn't believe it." Neville shook his head.
"You know what? The rest of the school can go screw themselves! They don't know jack shit! I love her. I really love her, more then I've ever loved anyone in my entire life. And I don't appreciate you saying loved! It's not past tense! I still love her! And she will make it through this! I promise! You'll see!" Draco shouted and turned back to Hermione and let another few tears trickle down his cheeks.
A/N: Don't you feel so bad for him? I can't even begin to imagine what that would be like. Anyways, Damien in upcoming chapters. I haven't forgotten about our favorite wonder pup! Review please! And suggestions are welcome, although I'm almost finished with the next chapter.