dont kill me please!!! i decided to make this the last chapter..i know, even after all of these readers told me not to end it..but the longer i draw it out, the more boring it will be..but don't worry, i'm thinking about making a sequal..although i dont know how that would turn out. but there will definately be an epilogue. yea? haha and then you guys can read my other stories. [[which will be up as soon as this story is done]] thanks so much for all the suggestions, but i'm not talented enough, or imaginative enough to make it into a flowing story..so anyhoo, here ya go..hope you find it satisfactory.
Hermione had just finished her tutoring sessions with the professors for the dafternoon. She was tired, and the events from the morning were still fresh in her head. Harry had been so unlike himself.. so rash and not the usual calm Harry she knew. He had apologized for his actions and begged for forgiveness, which Hermione willingly gave him, but she still didn't understand how Harry could have thought she and Malfoy ever had a past..or could ever have a future.
Hermione didn't know if she could stand another night of Heidi's crying fits. How she wished someone could help her!
As she walked into her darkened room, she heard Heidi gurgling in delight. Hermione looked into her crib, to discover Heidi surrounded by the biggest collection of teddy bears she had ever seen. "Wow, I guess Santa came early." She stared at the stuffed animals appreciatively.
Turning around, something caught her eye.
On her bed was a shining bowl she knew too well- a pensieve-with a note attached.
'I want you to see what you've forgotten. -DM'
"D.M.--Draco Malfoy?!" Hermione gasped.
She took out her wand, but then hesitated, wondering if she should look into his memories.
"Go ahead. There are things you should see." A voice drawled from a corner as Draco stood up and walked towards her.
Hermione screamed, her wand dropping onto her bed.
"Scared?" Draco smirked.
"DONT YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN! You hear? Or you will be on the recieving end of my wand!" Hermione yelled keeping her distance from him.
"Okay, okay." Draco raised his hands above his head in mock surrender, giving Hermione another one of his famous smirks.
Hermione, who had already turned around to face the pensieve, growled, "Wipe that smirk off your face."
Draco's face fell. "H-how'd you do that?"
Hermione was the one to smirk this time as she peered over her shoulder. "It's just so-ferret like." She snickered and turned back to the pensieve.
"So are you going to or not?" Draco leaned over Hermione, dipping his finger in the shiny liquid and stirring his memories up.
"Am I going to what? Invade your memories?"
"They're-your memories, too." Draco's voice dropped down to a whisper.
"What?" Hermione furrowed her eyebrows.
"Let me show you." He grabbed Hermione's hand, pointing his own wand within the silvery depth of the pensieve.
"Wait, I can't leave Heidi here alone." Hermione reached for the crib.
"We'll only be a minute." Draco said before the two of them were pulled into Draco's memories.
Hermione cried out as she saw her head, bandaged in multiple layers of gauge as she lay lifeless on the hospital bed. She watched as the memory Draco whispering in her (the memory Hermione) ear, and moved closer to hear what he was saying.
"Hey 'Mione," The Draco said as he carressed her hand gently. "Guess what? It's going to be a baby girl. I guess I won this time, huh? A baby girl-Heidi. Remember? The name you came up with." He smirked although it was closer to a smile. "I guess you won't remember, but I still hope you name our daughter Heidi. It's lovely. Almost as lovely as you, love."
Draco buried his face in her bed sheets, and when he looked up again, there were wet trails down his face. "Wake up, Hermione, please wake up. I need you. You and Heidi."
Hermione turned to face Draco, tears streaming endlessly down her face. "Heidi, is--our baby? I-Harry..so he's not the father?"
Draco nodded slowly and shook his head. "There's more." He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, lifting his wand arm high above his head, and seconds later they weren't in the hospital anymore, but instead back in the Head Common room. Draco entwined his fingers with Hermione's and they walked up the stairs leading to Hermione's room.
"Heidi. I can't hear her!" Hermione barged into her room and Draco followed after her.
He found her kneeling on the ground, bawling her eyes out. Draco lifted her up, supporting her around the waist. "We are still in my memory, love."
A memory Hermione and a memory Draco sat in bed. She was leaning against Draco's chest, with his arms wrapped around her.
"When we graduate, we'll get married, and we'll have more children." Draco ran his thumb along Hermione's cheek.
She smiled snuggling closer to him. "You know what would be perfect? A wedding with just our families and friends. A small backyard wedding, no extravagant catering, no expensive musicians. Just me, you, a couple of our friends and families, out in the backyard."
Draco kissed her lightly on the forehead. "You'll be a beautiful bride, 'Mione. The most beautiful bride."
"Wh-when was this?" Hermione croaked through her tears, watching the scene unfold in front of her eyes.
"A week before your accident." Draco replied without meeting her eyes.
"I- I wanna go back." She sniffled, and Draco consented, leading her out the door.
"D-Draco, will you do something for me?" Hermione asked him as they walked back down the stairs in Draco's memory.
"Anything."
She pulled him onto the couch. "Lean your head here." She patted the armrest, and Draco slowly slid up so his head was propped up. Hermione took his face in her smooth hands, feeling the stubble along his cheeks grating against her palms.
She kissed him upside down, her eyes closed as if he would disappear if she opened him. Slowly, she ran her tongue along the ridges of his lips, and they parted, allowing her into his mouth. She knew it was wrong, but it felt so right. Could it be possible that he was the man she loved?
Hermione let go, allowing Draco to sit back up.
"What was that for?" Draco smirked.
Hermione touched her lips tenderly. "I-I-help me remember." That blonde bloke, that kiss..Draco?
This time, she let Draco grab her around the waist, and in a few seconds they were back in her room, the pensieve sitting undisturbed before them.
Draco let Hermione down, and after making sure Heidi was okay, she slumped onto her bed, massaging her temples as if the last few minutes had given her a headache, although it had actually been much worse. All the new information had made her head spin.
Draco knelt in front of Hermione. "I know there's a part of you that remembers me. That remembers us, and everything we shared. Hermione, it hurts me so much when you won't even look at me anymore. I love you more than anything in the world, and I want you to know, even if you don't love me back. And I would never, ever, even dream of hurting you.." He took her hand, only to find it unadorned with his gifts to her. "The bracelet--the ring?"
"From you?" Hermione gasped. "I-thought-Harry?"
Draco shook his head. "Potter, his taste in jewelry? Nah. Where are they, anyways?"
"I-I thought I should take them off until I knew where they came from." Hermione reached into her pocket and pulled out the ring and the bracelet.
Draco picked them up with two fingers, placing them on the bed beside Hermione. First he chose the bracelet, picking it up and examining it before undoing the clasp. "This was your christmas present, Hermione." He slid the bracelet onto Hermione's slender wrist.
"-And, this is our engagement ring, if you will take me."
"Ma-Draco?" Hermione's puzzled expression only enticed Draco even more. "Maybe I should've shown you this." Pulling out what Draco thought was a tiny amulet strung on a chain across her neck, Hermione tapped it with her wand. It slowly grew to an orb the size of her fist.
"A dream catcher." Draco gasped. He had only heard of those, but they were so rare, he had never seen one before.
Hermione's lips curled into a tiny smile. "A gift from Dumbledore. He said that it may help me cope with my memory loss." She remembered that day when she had returned to Hogwarts, warmly greeted and welcomed by their oh-so-amiable Headmaster.
"It's wonderful to have you back, Ms. Granger." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, as he popped a lemon drop in his mouth and continued. "I assume you will want to know what has happened these last 4 months." He waved his hand, and suddenly a scroll of parchment appeared on the desk. "We, professors, have all agreed that, considering the bright student you are, you will not have to repeat your seventh year, but instead we will all personally tutor you on the lessons you've missed."
Hermione smiled as the kind man. "Thanks, Professor Dumbledore. I assure you I will study hard."
"Before you leave-," Dumbledore said as Hermione stood up and sat back down. "-as a present from a Headmaster to Hogwarts brightest student." He pulled from his sleeve a glowing orb.
Hermione took a sharp intake of breath. "A dreamcatcher." She held out her hands and Dumbledore dropped the orb into her palms. For an object that size, the weight surprised her.
"All you have to do is place that orb beside you on your pillow, and it will catch every dream you ever have. --You may have lost your memory, but your subconcious mind never forgets." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as if he knew something she didnt. He led her out of his office. "Good luck, Ms. Granger."
Now, she slowly unlocked the orb, allowing its glowing viscera out. Draco could see tiny images flowing through the liquid gold now surrounded by a bubble and floating in mid-air.
Hermione snapped her finger, and the images slowly lined up in front of their eyes. Every single bubble held an image of a blond boy with a brunette girl. She chose a random image, and pulled it out of the glowing orb with her wand. The image of a blond boy lying on his bed with a brunette girl draped over him, kissing him pasionately, appeared in front of them. It was as if they were watching a muggle movie.
Slowly the brunette moved, leaning forward and planting a soft but firm kiss on the boy's lips. The boy smirked and reached up, grabbing the girl and tickling her until tears ran down her face.
As the image ended, Hermione turned to Draco. Her eyes still showing the same doubt it had before he'd shown her his memories.
"You are the woman of my dreams," Draco pulled Hermione towards him,"And apparently, I'm the man of your's." [[50 first dates XD]] He lifted her chin slowly, forcing her to look into the eyes of the man that she thought she had forgotten. Capturing her lips in a slow warm kiss, he held her tight. This time, he would never let her go.
AND CUT!
ROLL CREDITS!
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SONG!
This may never start
We could fall apart
And I'd be your memory
Lost your sense of fear
Feelings insincere
Can I be your memory
So get back, back, back to where we lasted
Just like I imagine
I could never feel this way
So get back, back, back to the disaster
My heart's beating faster
Holding on to feel the same
This may never start
I'll tear us apart
Can I be your enemy
Losing half a year
Waiting for you here
I'd be your anything
So get back, back, back to where we lasted
Just like I imagine
I could never feel this way
So get back, back, back to the disaster
My heart's beating faster
Holding on to feel the same
This may never start
Tearing out my heart
I'd be your memory
Lost your sense of fear
Feelings disappear
Can I be your memory
So get back, back, back to where we lasted
Just like I imagine
I could never feel this way
So get back, back, back to the disaster
My heart's beating faster
Holding on to feel the same
This may never start
We could fall apart
And I'd be your memory
Lost your sense of fear
Feelings insincere
Can I be your memory
Can I be your memory
(sugarcult -- memory)