A/N: Oh my gosh. I thought that this would be completely forgotten. But THANK YOU SO MUCH for reviewing constantly (especially anonymous). I hope you don't get too upset. You see, I was SOOO busy for the past few months, and I thought that because it was such a long period of time, that my stories would be buried beneath once more under the growing pile of Harry Hermione stories. Looks like I was in for a surprise. Anyways, I've gathered my strength to quickly whip up a new chapter for this story. When I looked at it, I actually got scared because I don't know the story anymore, which freaked me out so I had to read everything again. So yes, it was a LOONNG period of time but I'm glad I'm back to fanfiction writing. With all that cleared. Let the story start NOW!

Disclaimer: I had to write this first. Sorry.

Ok. It starts NOW.

Chapter 7: Still Confused

By Prowess

"Hey, Lizette, want to come with me? I'm going to Piper's to get a few other treats." Kirsten tugged Lizette's sleeve.

"Hey, I want their blueberry cheesecake. I heard it was 'exceptional'." Evette mimicked. Everyone laughed. She was taking the nightshift that evening.

"I told you I want to go home. And I also told you I was never setting foot on that shop again."

"But still you insist on looking at it, falling into a daze. Face it. He just might know what you are looking for." Kirsten replied, tugging on her again. "Now take your apron of and hurry! Come on. My treat."

Lizette practically had to be dragged to Piper's, and she was quite surprised at how strong Kirsten was, pulling her across the street in a few seconds while the cars were still breezing by. She leaned on the door, and moved her arm a bit.

"Ugh. Don't you ever pull me again." She replied exhausted.

"In that case, don't you ever disagree with me then. And don't plan on turning back. Your other arm seems to be in need of stretching-" She was cut short when Lizette ran to the door and opened it.

"I'm going in, I'm going in…"

Kirsten looked around. "Hmmm…not bad. Although they did copy a few styles from us. At least they don't open as early and close as late as we do. And they don't have any entrance yell."

"Yeah. Can we please go and just get it over with?" Lizette asked impatiently.

"Where's the Stephen guy anyway?" She asked looking around.

"Nowhere. He probably went home already." Lizette answered hastily.

"Maybe he's in the counter." Kirsten walked towards the seat beside the one Lizette sat on the last time she went there. Lizette sat on her original seat.

"Excuse me. I'm looking for Stephen please? I would like him to take my order. Is he still around?" Kirsten asked. Lizette grunted. 'As if he's coming' she thought.

"Yes, someone called for me?" a black-haired guy came to the two ladies, when Kirsten raised her hand. Lizette stood agape. How long did the lunatic work anyway?

"That would be me," Kirsten answered. "My friend here and I would like to order three of your special blends of the night and two slices of blueberry cheesecake and cherry brownies for this darling." She patted Lizette on the shoulder. Lizette couldn't keep her glare off of him.  He was sure shocked. Boy is he in it for now.

"Oh-Alright." Stephen managed to say. He was surprised that brown-haired woman remembered her. And even more when he noticed she was still angry. Fuming, actually. It seemed like her anger got worse after the incident.

"What name shall I put on the cups to identify your order?" Stephen asked.

"Oh," Kirsten looked at her side and motioned. "Lizette."

Stephen knew what was going on, seeing it in Lizette's face. Instead he just didn't react. The girl was too mad at him already. He placed all their treats in a brown paper bag with the Piper's logo in it and handed it over to the other girl. "Here's your bill."

"Oh, dear, I think I don't have enough money. Lizette, honey, would you be a dear and wait for me. It'll just be a while." Kirsten, stood from her seat and went away, ignoring Lizette's 'buts' and pleas for mercy. A woman tried to sit next to her when she glared.

"This seat's taken," she replied coldly and flatly.

"Whoa, you don't need to be that upset you know." Stephen commented.

"I am not finished with you!" she snapped. "If you think that I've completely forgotten what happened, you are so wrong. I can't believe that this would be one of the things I'd remember for the rest of my life given my condition."

"Well, what exactly happened –"

"And don't you think I'm going to tell you anything! I am just here to accompany and wait for my friend who left me to get some change. When she gets back, I'm going to get out of here as quickly as I can. Got that!?!"

Stephen couldn't do anything else but gulp and give a small nod.

Lizette kept quiet. She crossed her arms and started to wait.

"Um…Miss?" Stephen started.

"What!?!" she answered back.

"Well, I reckon you've been waiting for a long time now. Do you like anything else? My treat." He suggested.

"My friend already ordered for me, and as you can see it was her treat." She replied, glaring at him.

"Look, I'm sorry about what happened okay? I really didn't know what happened. I didn't mean to hurt you. Okay. So, let's start over okay? Hi. My name is Stephen Asmond." He offered his hand.

"Lizette Strome." She replied, although you can still see that she was still annoyed.

"That day, the, uh, incident occurred, you said, you were attracted to me." Stephen started.

"Don't start with me. I'm still not over what you did." Lizette replied. She fumbled with the paper bag Kirsten left her. She kept on thinking about how he really felt about "Stephen Asmond". It felt like it doesn't suit him. Probably, his parents didn't just think too well about his name. 'I don't know,' thought Lizette. There was something at the back of her head that she just couldn't quite grasp. Perhaps it would be better if his name was…

Harry Potter?

"Were you talking to me?" Stephen asked.

"No!" she replied. "I mean, your name IS Stephen right?" Stephen was shocked.

"Yeah, that's my name. But I thought you called me something. What was that again?"

"N-nothing. I just thought your name would sound better if it was—"

"Liz! I'm back! Sorry, I couldn't get it quickly. Anyway here's the money, and thanks for keeping Lizette here company. Come on, Liz we have to get going. I hope you didn't have too much fun while I wasn't around."

"Let's just go." Lizette ordered as she took the brown paper bag and jumped off her seat. She pulled Kirsten by the arm and headed out the door.

"Bye, Lizette." Stephen answered not really expecting a reply. But he was glad things were better anyway.

"I can't believe what you did, Kirsten. I was so humiliated! Never drag me there again. I am serious!"

"Come on Liz. What's this? Maybe it's just…infatuation, that's it! You just don't like the feeling of it."

"Yeah, right."Liz idly replied. She tried to get her cellphone, an old model Evette had on her open bag when she realized it was gone.

"Oh, no!" she cried out. "My phone's gone! Why would anyone be interested in snatching it?"

"Come on. Maybe it just fell. Let's just go back from where we walked. You're bound to find it."

"Never mind. I'll look for it. Could you just tell Evette I'm not going home yet? When I find my phone, I'm still going to go to Uncle Kevin. Just tell her, okay?" Kirsten nodded and went to the café's direction.

Lizette looked around. She fumbled around her bag to ensure that it wasn't just buried beneath her stuff. It wasn't there. Nobody could've taken it. I mean, it was and old model. She sighed. Something like this just had to happen. She turned around thinking it could've fallen someplace. She walked around, coming across the same bookstore where she was found. Of course she really wasn't going to meet Uncle Kevin. She looked at the book that caused her heart to beat. She read the title over and over again, trying to make meaning of it all. It was so hard trying to remember nothing.

Witches?

Wizards?

What was that all about???

She was about to sit down, when someone was already there on where she sat. She was startled, and it was obvious that she wasn't the only one. She sat on the lap of a stranger. She tried to scream when the young man held her hand. It was so warm and comforting, yet, something was telling her that it wasn't right.

"Hey, settle down." He said in a low voice. She tried to gaze in his eyes, squinting her own chocolate ones to see better in the dark. Trying to assess where she saw those, she bent closer. Lizette then realized she was so close.

"Wha--, oh dear, I'm so sorry." She fixed her sweater which fell from her shoulders and turned around. "Why have I been acting like a freak?" she blurted out loud.

"Hey, it's alright you know." He replied. "Come on, do you need something? Do you want to go for a walk, maybe have some ice cream?"

She nodded.

"So tell me something about yourself," the young man started as he handed the young woman her ice cream.

"Well, I actually don't know much about myself."

"Why? I mean are you in a search for self-discovery?"

"In a way, yeah. You see, I … lost my memory. My name is Lizette now." She replied. She never knew it would be so easy to tell this man about her worries. It was so difficult telling that Stephen Asmond who she was, but with this guy, she felt so secure and light.

"Ah… Lizette. That's a pretty wonderful name."

"Yeah it is. But I hope that I'd know something a little more about myself  you know."

"Listen. Why don't I help you in that." He suggested.

"Really? You would?" Lizette's hopeful eyes sparkled in delight.

"Why not? A pretty woman like you deserves help you know. It must be hard, what you went through."

"Yeah." She sighed. "But I'm improving now. I'm happy. I have a home, a job… I can say I've got enough."

They continued to walk. It was getting darker. 'Haye's is still open,' Lizette thought, 'but Eve would know I'll be late.' She felt the young man's arms wrap around her. She couldn't help but look at him, his face is not really that visible, since it was dark, but she could sense that he's handsome. She can't believe her luck. A lost phone is not even worth a second of a moment like this. 'I guess the gods were still on my side after all, so to speak,' she thought.

Stephen wiped the counter dry. It was closing night for Piper's and he is as exhausted as ever. But working there was fulfilling, and he was happy for it. He couldn't decipher that Lizette though. She has such a character- very hard core and straightforward, yet vulnerable and sensitive. He shook his head. 'At least I'm in decent terms with her,' he thought. A co worker picked something from the counter.

"Hey what's this? Ugh. Stephen, you keep it." Stephen held his hands together just in time to catch what his fellow worker threw him. "Uh, okay." He replied.

"Hmmm, it's quiet tonight." Lizette observed, whispering softly. "Hey, I know something you haven't told me."

"What's that?"

"Your name, silly." She giggled.

"Oh, uh, right. Well, I'm happy to say that my name is Francis." He held out her hand for Lizette to shake and he gave a small bow which Lizette laughed at.

"Well, what's your surname. I mean you've got to have one. In my condition I have one. I practically told you about my whole life now, you know, from what I remember it was. And you can't even say your whole name. You're too quiet."

"Why do you want to know?" he asked playfully.

"I don't know, I might just pick something up, you know. It might get in my memory."

"Well, in that case. Here it goes. Lizette Strome, I am pleased to say that you have met…" he paused as she looked in his familiar eyes. His face was illuminated by a post light they passed through.

A/N: Well it isn't much of a cliffhanger isn't it? Hehehe…anyways, I want to thank anonymous for talking me into writing a new chapter. Anyways, I hope that more reviews will be up and running so that I'd be really happy and that there'll be more chapters to come. I told you, a little encouragement is all I need. Well, okay a LOT of encouragement. So keep those reviews coming! Till the next chapter!!

As Lizette looked through his eyes, he smiled, as his gray eyes shone with victory.

"Malfoy……Francis Malfoy."