meheehee: hmm i hadn't even thought of that, but now you mentioned it..haha jk wont happen. you'll find out in this chapter!

chris-black: no, ron isnt REALLY gay, Harry's being sarcastic. =D but you could always think that way, if you prefer.

Draco was so absorbed in putting up the finishing touches for their anniversary celebration that he hadn't heard anyone enter the Head common room.

"Mr...Malfoy?"

Draco turned his head and saw it was Professor McGonagall, who had just come through the portrait hole. She opened her mouth to speak. "I'm afraid--we have some bad news," she started. She waited patiently as Draco got up off his knees and sat down in the armchair next to the fireplace.

"I don't know where to begin." She stated once she had too, seated herself on the sofa.

"Please, what happened?" Draco's mouth dried with anxiety.

"Ms. Granger has been in an accident." Professor McGonagall stared at him from behind her austere spectacles. She briefed him about the accident, explaining to him how Hermione had gone home to visit her parents for a weekend-

"Mom!" Hermione ran through the kitchen door with her suitcase still in hand.

"'Mione! If I knew you were coming, I would have gone to pick you up." Her mom hugged her tight. "Mmm its so good to have you back, honey. Which brings up the question: why are you back two weeks early?"

"Because I have wonderful news to tell you and dad!" Hermione's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Where is he?"

"Garage, dear."

"Okay, I'll go get him. We'll meet you in the living room?"

Hermione's mom nodded, wondering what could possibly so important to have dragged her daugher back home.

"Well," Hermione started as soon as her parents had settled themselves comfortably on the sofa. "There's no easy way to put this, but, I'm PREGNANT!"

Her parents sat stock still, in no way as excited as she was.

"Oh my god, my baby," her mother started crying.

"Oh, no mom, it isn't like that. This is my boyfriend's baby. We are going to get married once we graduate from school." She smiled.

The expression on her mother's face went from shocked to angry to happy.

"So when do we get to meet this lucky fellow?" Her father questioned.

"Oh, soon enough!" Hermione kissed both of her parents on the cheeks and rushing out the door said, "I'm going for a walk!"

-and she had been hit by a car-

Hermione waltzed out the door, glad she had taken something off her chest, and happy that her parents approved. She skipped off, heading to the corner where she could cross the street. As Hermione crossed the road, a drunken driver came plunging through the neighborhood. She watched as it came closer, too surprised and scared to move a muscle. "NO!" she cried before she fell into a darkness.

-and suffered a concussion. Hermione had been admitted into a muggle hospital, under the care of a renowned neurologist. After numerous scans and tests, he discovered that Hermione's cerebrum and cerebellum had both been severely damaged, but that she would survive.

"So she's alright?" Draco questioned anxiously.

"She's in a coma right now, but the doctor said to give her four months. She should be awake by the beginning of summer. There's something you should know, Mr. Malfoy, she has no recollection of the last five months." Professor McGonagall waited for the news to sink in. "When Ms. Granger wakes up, she will have no recollections of the five months before her accident."

"No, no, isn't there anything we can do? Isn't there any spell that can bring her memory back?" Draco gripped the armrests tighter.

"I'm sorry, even if we could reverse the damages on her brain, there is no way we can bring her memory back." Professor McGonagall stood up, and crossed the common room to the portrait entrance. "I am sorry Mr. Malfoy, I truly am." And with that, she left Draco sitting by himself, wallowing in pain. The only time he got up was to go to dinner, and even then he hadn't eaten anything. Staring at his shoes, Draco wandered through the halls without watching where he was going. "Oof." He cringed as someone ran into him.

"Well, well, Malfoy. Guess you couldn't save her huh?" Harry's tough act only served to shield his own insecurities. "I guess we're both on a clean slate now, eh?" He leaned closer. "Oh, but wait, she doesn't remember you, does she? Awww I feel terrible." Trembling with laughter, Harry wiped away a fake tear and headed to the Great Hall with Ron.

Draco stood still as reality hit him like a pail of freezing water. The memories that Hermione had left of him were not the ones that he wanted her to remember. 'When she wakes up,' he thought to himself, 'I will no longer be her knight on a shining horse, but ferret boy, once again.'

'Hermione,

Meet me in the Astronomy Tower tonight,

11pm sharp. dont be late.

-DM'

Draco scrawled the words in his boyish handwriting on a small piece of parchment, folding it in two and tying it around Herald's foot. "Be a good eagle," Draco stroked his feather's affectionately. "Bring it to Hermione."

As he watched as his bird flew away, Draco's heart wrenched with anxiety. How did he even know Hermione would meet him? Classes that day were pure torture, every spare moment he had in potions, he would steal glances at Hermione, but she never showed any indication that she had gotten his letter.

That night, Draco snuck under the security of his invisible cloak to the Astronomy towers, wishing with all his heart that Hermione would show up.

Draco had been nodding off for close to half an hour before he heard the scurrying of feet enter the tower. As he watched, two hands floating in midair pulled off an invisiblity cloak, reveiling a disheveled Hermione.

"I heard there's going to be a killer meteor shower here tonight." Draco emerged from the shadows, wrapping his arms tightly around Hermione, who jumped in surprise, but relaxed upon hearing his voice.

"A meteor shower, here at Hogwarts?" Hermione stared out the window at the beautiful view in front of her.

"If you know where to find them." Draco rocked Hermione back and forth to some beat only heard by the two of them. Draco waved his wand, and a huge scope appeared right before the window next to them. "Take a look."

Hermione peered through the scope, and saw tiny stars, trailing through the sky. "Wow, it's beautiful." She slipped her hand in Draco's bigger one and looked into his eyes, chuckling softly to herself.

"What?" Draco stopped rocking back and forth temporarily.

"It's just that, I can't believe I'm standing here with you, and you're not running away."

"I would never run away." Draco nuzzled her neck softly.

Hermione took her free hand, guiding his face in her direction. "Draco, look at me.-- What do you see? Why did you pick me out of all these girls?"

"You're intellegent, beautiful- to tell you the truth, I've loved you since our first year. I've just been too scared to approach you with big bad Potter and Weasley around." He held her tighter.

"You've never exactly been the perfect gentleman to me, but I guess that changed huh?" Hermione snaked her arm around Draco's waist. She looked up at him. "Do you think they are like shooting stars?"

Draco chuckled. "Meteors?"

"Yea, could I make a wish?"

"Wouldn't hurt to try." Draco looked down on Hermione's eager face as she closed her eyes and muttered something under her breath.

"What did you wish for?"

Hermione blushed, "I wished that you would never leave my side..."