A/N: anybody currently reading my other fanfic All Sane and Logical I promise I'm not abandoning it! This is merely a new story I'm working on when I'm suffering from writer's block on ASL. If you're a new reader, feel free to check up on my other fanfics, especially if you're into humor as well. Now, on with the story!

Chapter 1- Mad World

"Hermione sweetie, it's time to wake up! It's another beautiful day outside. Oh how I love fall! Maybe after your morning potion you can ask the mediwizard if you can go outside by the lake, he seems to think you are doing much better, although I can't detect a change for the life of me. Oh goodness I forgot your serving spoon, silly me… can you handle a regular spoon for today, Hermione? This one is pretty also even if it isn't pink…"

Hermione heard an incessant voice humming as though at the end of a long tunnel. Panic overcame her, and she forced herself to pull her mind from the sleep that enveloped it and open her bleary eyes. Instinctively Hermione reached to rub her eyes only to find her hands tied to the bed. A second wave of panic rushed over her as she struggled at the bindings, trying to comprehend her situation. The woman whose voice had aroused her from her sleep seemed oblivious as she readied the potions to Hermione's struggles as she pulled at the bindings. Padded walls. No windows. An iron bed that she was currently tied to. What the hell is going on?

"I've just finished hunny; I have your potion and yogurt all ready for you…" the woman turned and advanced, oblivious to the horror in Hermione's eyes.

"Get away from me! I don't know who you are, but I'm not supposed to be here! Untie me at once!" Hermione shouted, trying to look intimidating while struggling with the binds on her wrists and ankles.

"Now, now, Hermione," the woman who's attire suggested her position as a nurse reprimanded. "There's no need to have a bad day. Remember… a pill a day keeps the anger at bay! Now just lower your voice and maybe you'll be allowed to walk around today…"

"I must be going insane," Hermione muttered, still trying to recall how exactly she had ended up in this position.

"You're already there, hun," the nurse jested while tipping the potion into Hermione's mouth. Hermione sputtered and managed to spit it out before any slid down her throat as the nurse turned around. Hearing Hermione's coughs, she turned back to the bed.

"What's wrong with you today, Hermy? You're usually so good with your medication, especially when it's bubble-gum flavored…"

"WHERE AM I?! WHAT AM I DOING HERE? HOW COME I'M NOTAT HOGWARTS? WHAT'S GOING ON?!" Hermione finally managed to scream out. The nurse stared, mouth agape.

"Do you… do you know what your name is, Hermione?"

"OF COURSE I KNOW WHAT MY NAME IS! YOU KEEP FLIPPIN' REPEATING IT!" Hermione couldn't believe this. She was tied to a bed and a funny looking witch was asking her what her name was. Had she gotten drunk last night? Except I don't drink… Hermione corrected herself, her breath quickening as she realized that she had no recollection past studying in the library at Hogwarts the night before their NEWTs exam…

"Where are Harry and Ron?" Hermione's voice turned into a plea as her overwhelming panic turned to fear and need for her two best friends.

"I'm going to get the mediwizard," the nurse muttered, a look of astonishment etched onto her face as she tried to hurry out of the room.

"Wait- untie me first! Why am I here! Come back! You can't leave me here! I can take you!!" A click resided through the room as the door closed assuring Hermione that she was most definitely locked inside. Was this a joke? No, she reasoned, no one would go to such lengths for a jest. Uncontrolled tears slid from her eyes before she hastily wiped them away on her shoulder. Her arms ached, her back ached, and she was hungry and scared. What could have possibly happened between studying last night and this morning? Hermione searched her brain frantically, but came up with nothing. And then she noticed something. Her hair was at least six inches longer, falling down past her chest now. How long have I been here? A new terror gripped her heart.

"Miss Granger, I have just been informed that with correlation to your sudden anxiety attack this morning you spoke about Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, which demanded that I grace you with my presence at this early hour…" Hermione's mouth dropped open at the tall blond whose silver eyes were running over her with concern. Standing before her was none other than Draco Malfoy. Not the Draco Malfoy she deducted points from last night for wandering the halls, however. This Draco Malfoy's hair wasn't slicked to his head, but rather fell into his eyes with the absence of gel. This Draco Malfoy had a lean but fit figure rather than the skinny body he had before. Further, this Draco Malfoy was definitely not seventeen.

"Malfoy, there is something very strange going on," Hermione tried to rationalize, wondering if she was still asleep. "Why in bloody hell am I tied up?" she demanded, feeling very vulnerable as she was alone in a room with Malfoy, tied up and wandless. An incredulous look from Draco and a flick of a wand later, Hermione's constraints fell free, allowing her freedom once more. Massaging her wrists, Hermione pulled herself into a sitting position; still trying to remember what had preceded this.

"Voldemort brought me here didn't he? This is a trap for Harry!" Hermione yelled desperately, feeling suddenly very foolish for not thinking about this earlier. Of course, the question remains why would Voldemort bother placing me in a mental ward? And why would Draco Malfoy untie me?

At Hermione's outcry Draco placed a silencing charm on the room before glaring at Hermione in half-amazement, half-exasperation.

"You can't start shouting about Harry and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Hermione!" he snarled, striding to the bed where he placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "I'm assuming that you have now recovered your memory," he continued, eyes looking at her with real concern.

"How long have I been here?" Hermione whispered with trepidation. Draco looked away, trying to think of a way to break it to Hermione that she had just lost a huge portion of her life, and by the looks of things, the rest of it.

"Eight years," Malfoy answered, watching Hermione's face carefully.

"But… how… what…?"

"You are currently in the criminally insane ward at St. Mungo's. When you were brought in, you couldn't speak coherently; we've been working with you for years to get you to the intelligence of a five-year-old. It has been documented that you have been suffering from a combination of memory loss and Multiple Personality Disorder. This is the first time you've known either my name or your own."

Hermione felt the blood rush out of her face. It was so much, too much. However, her thirst for knowledge was not quenched quite yet.

"You said we…?"

"Yes, me and team of nurses. I've been working with you for four years."

"So you're a doctor, I take it," Hermione fiddled with words, trying to avoid the question that was truly plaguing her.

"A medi-wizard to be exact; however, excellent observation, that one took talent." An uncomfortable silence settled over the room.

"Umm, Malfoy?" Hermione asked nervously. Draco graced her with a nod to prompt her to continue.

"If I just lost my memory, then why am I with the criminally insane?" Hermione asked, her voice trembling. Malfoy's demeanor changed dramatically. He was now completely still, and held Hermione's gaze for a long time before answering.

"Because they think you killed Harry Potter."

A/N: I know this was a short first chapter, but as it was the major groundwork for the story, I decided to only put in the essentials and wait to elaborate. There is a good reason that Draco Malfoy is a medi-wizard, Hermione's particularly, and yeah. I promise it will get better! I have a lot of ideas for this story… just please please review so that I can get some feedback… determines whether or not it's worth my time and energy…

So in other words… review please! Thanks for reading!