Hey guys. I'm feeling a hundred million times better now, thanks to your awesome reviews. Yeah. I've been taking a bit of a break... and school started too. Ugh... SOME people are very hyper huh? Whoa, a bit too much coffee there...
Oh, and ants are raiding my house.
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Thump.
"Ow."
Draco swore out loud as he fell from his ferocious sleep. He was now lying on the ground, and his limbs were sore. To make his day start off worse, an annoying ball was tapping his freshly cleaned windows.
"What the..."
He wiped his eyes and peered at this fir ball. It was... an owl? He slid his window up and let this hand-sized owl in. It was carrying a piece of parchment paper.
Dearest Hermione.
Why have you been avoiding us? Is something wrong? Please tell us, we miss you.
Love,
Ron, Harry, and Ginny.
'Dumbasses.' Draco muttered as he tore the paper into tiny shreds. Then Draco's trademark smirk took over his handsome face. He opened up his desk drawer and snatched up his quill and ink.
Dear Ron, Harry, and Ginny.
You guys, stop doing this. I know you guys don't want me around. Stop trying. I'll go. I just want to put in that you guys really hurt me. Like really seriously. You know that you guys were the only friends that I actually really cared about. Just stop trying to get rid of me, okay? I'll leave. I'll leave sadly, but I'll go. Just remember I'm doing this to make you guys happier. Don't try anymore. You've got rid of me. Congratulations.
Your former friend,
Hermione.
P.S. Actually, I've been thinking, and I decided to not let go that easily. I'll still leave, but you DO know that I'm head girl?
Draco grinned as he sent his letter back to Weasley's galling owl.
"And tell them what morons they are." He told Pig.
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"Healer Mochair?" Draco aked.
"Good morning, sir." Draco gaped surprisingly at the bald man standing on his doorstep.
"What is it you want?"
"Well, I just came here to update you on Ms. Granger's health, but if you are that desperate to have me leave, I might as well..." Mochair spun around and took one step back.
"Wait!"
Mochair's freshly polished shoes froze in mid-air. "I thought so." He muttered happily as he walked permission less into the mansion.
"Ms. Granger is exceeding very well. Currently, she is getting her thoughts back in order and is slowly beginning to act like herself. She improved brilliantly and in fact, tomorrow, we will bring her back. However, there seems to be a problem..."
"Well...what is it?" Draco waited on him with his life.
Mochair frowned. 'It's never good when he frowns. Something is definitely wrong...' "She seems to..."
Bam!
Suddenly, there was a great bang in his fireplace.
"What the hell!" Draco jumped up. He looked up his recently dusted fireplace. "Who's there! Answer me!"
"Malfoy? Why the hell did you board this place up?"
Draco was sick of this voice already. He heard it every time he teased that dumb red-head.
"What do you want, Weasel?"
"I want Hermione! She's been avoiding us! And the letter! Ginny's hysterical! I need to see her right now!" The Weasel screamed from the fireplace.
Mochair's usually bright and clever face had 'confusion' written all over it. "Just a friend." Draco muttered.
"Granger is not here."
"What the hell did you do to her!"
"Actually, Mr. Weas..."
"Weasley! Who the bloody hell are you!"
Draco snickered. He knew of Mochair's serious dislike for strangers and profanity. He saw his face turn red.
"Well, Mr. Weasley, I suppose that is not quite the way to speak to Miss Granger's healer? I am the one that has been spending my days curing Hermione Granger's illness."
"Huh?" Draco fell laughing.
"I knew you were dumb, but not this stupid, Weasel."
"What? Oh, whatever. Just get me Hermione! Please! And get me out!"
Mochair stepped up. "Sir, Miss Granger is not here."
There was silence in the fireplace.
Then, slowly, "Where...Is...She..."
Draco sighed. "Weasley, we told you. She has an illness. Just let it go. Forget it. Just go back."
"NO. I need Hermione."
"No you don't. Can you describe the little scene I experienced with your little girlfriend sucking your face out, and Pothead paying you for getting rid of her? Explain that? Huh? She's been locked up in her room for days, when she found out, and you expect me to let you talk to her after? Forget it. She's not even here."
There was more silence.
"You saw wrong." And with a crack, Ronald Weasley was gone.
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It was only 5 AM and Draco Malfoy bolted out of bed. Hermione was coming back that day. She would only be here for a while, then, after they see how her behavior was, they would take her back for more treatment.
He nearly ran into the kitchen. He took out all the ingredients for soon to be breakfast. He began cutting the lettuce. He grinned as he remembered the neon-band aid incident.
When it was 9:00, there was a knocking on the door.
Draco sprinted with all his might to the door. He swung it open. There was Mochair.
"Sir, before Miss Granger comes in, I would like to tell you something I didn't get a chance to tell you yesterday, due to the very rude disruption..."
"Yeah?" Draco was jumping up and down.
"Sir..."
The car door slammed shut behind the healer and Hermione Granger came out, wandering over to the house. She was dressed casually in a clean pink shirt and light blue jeans. She slowly made her way to Draco.
Hermione stopped. She stuck out her hand and smiled her sweet smile.
"Hi, I'm Hermione Granger. What's your name?"
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Finished... Well, almost. I have 2 more chapters and then Fin!
I'm sorry. I made this one too short and boring. But it's really sad, isn't it? Hermione lost her memory... But you'll see.
PPLLLEEEEEAAASSSE forgive me for the crappy chapter, I'll make it up like a... Yeah. I'll update soon. I promise. Teehee.
Toodles.
Youngwriter
