Hey! Guess what! EXAMS ARE OVER!!!!!!!!!!!! As you can see, I'm excited. Just thought I'd let you know, cause I know how all of you just Love to keep up with my personal life. No, no, really, it's okay. I understand. Well, that was random lol. It's okay though. Sorry that I was so late updating. My computer was acting up, and then just Friday I was attacked by a huge dog. And it was only a puppy. So I spent the night at the emergency room, and now I can't really bend my head so I am typing while sitting straight up. Have you tried it? It's hard when you're used to slouching. So anyway, the part that you've all been waiting for… drumroll, fanfare, all that big huge stuff. THE STORY!

Who Are You?

Chapter 3 : Tea and Shouting

Hermione woke up bright and early as Roxy was stumbling out of the top bunk (she has loft beds) at ten till seven. So, as Roxy and Mrs. Sena were leaving the house at seven, Hermione was sitting in the living room, trying to find a good show while eating her bowl of Cinnamon Swirls. So naturally, she was surprised when the doorbell rang at ten past seven. She hurriedly put the bowl in the kitchen and went to the door. She saw Draco through the window, and opened the door to let him in. 'Damn him! I'm still in sleep mode', she thought. Meaning that she hadn't brushed her hair or teeth, and she was still in her pajamas.

"Sorry I came over early. Meryl was leaving, and I didn't want her to know just yet."

"Oh. (pause) Well, erm, you can just watch TV or something while I change real quickly.

"Oh, right. No prob."

So, she went upstairs and quickly changed into a pair of white capris and an orange tee that Roxy had sent her that said 'I'll try being nicer when you try being smarter'. She came back down and looked at the clock.

"Um, someone else is coming at eight, and he'll be able to explain certain things more adequately than I could, so we have to wait."

"Oh. Who is it?"

"Professor Dumbledore, our Headmaster. I mentioned him yesterday."

"Oh, right. Why did you send for a teacher?"

"He's more than a teacher. He's, well, it's hard to explain when you don't remember anything. You'll see if he comes."

"If?"

"Well, yeah, it's not like I could just call him up on the telephone. But I'm certain he'll come. I told him in so many words that I'd found you."

"What do you mean in so many words?"

"Well, I told him that I'd caught the Amazing Bouncing Ferret."

"Why would you say that?" he said, clearly offended.

"Well because, it's difficult. Someone obviously made sure that we wouldn't be able to find you. I didn't know who or how, and this way, should anybody get a hold of the letter, they won't know who I'm talking about."

"Oh, well I guess that's ok. But could you please refrain from calling me that in the future?"

"Yeah. So…. who's Meryl?"

"Oh, I woke up in on her front porch. When she realized I couldn't remember anything, she let me stay with her and her family. She's Zach's mom, the one who talked to you yesterday."

"Oh…so…how's it going, living with them?"

"Great. She's tried really hard to make me feel like a real member of the family. I really like it there. Hey, can I ask you a question?"

"I guess. You might not get an answer though."

"Fair enough. See, I've been wondering since yesterday, why is it such a big deal to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well from the way you were talking to me yesterday, and considering that you flinched when I tried to comfort you, I'm curious, why do you care so much?"

"You noticed that?" Her voice was barely a whisper.

"It was sorta hard to miss." She avoided his eyes.

"Well, it's just… you're Draco Malfoy!"

"So…."

"So you're Draco Malfoy, it's just that. I just – it's hard to explain."

"We do have time."

"How can you be so calm? Dumbledore could arrive any minute, and you're not even acting nervous."

"And now you're changing the subject. Come on, what's so hard about it?"

"Well -- POP – Oh, that must be Professor Dumbledore, he's early. I'll get him."

Hermione quickly left the room, but not before Draco saw a look of relief sweep over her face. He determined to himself that sooner or later, he would get an answer out of her. Meanwhile, Hermione was in the kitchen, trying to tell her Professor what this was all about.

"So, I've heard you've caught a ferret"

"Yes, but there's a problem."

"And what would that be Hermione?"

"Perhaps you'd better see for yourself, sir."

"Lead the way."

She led the way into the living room. Draco jumped right up, hand outstretched.

"Hi. I'm Ry-Draco. I'm Draco."

Dumbledore did not take his hand, but merely glanced at Hermione. At her nod, he spread his arms and said

"Please, let us sit." He took the only single chair, leaving Hermione to sit on the couch with Draco.

"Hermione, I see what you were talking about. We do have quite a situation, don't we? Mr. Malfoy, I am correct in assuming that you have no prior memories to that of December fifth?"

"Yeah. Could I ask, how did you get here? I didn't hear a car."

"I apparated. You are old enough to do it yourself now, but I doubt you've taken the test."

Draco glanced at Hermione, and could see her biting her lip. So naturally, he was busy looking at her lips when Dumbledore politely cleared his throat.

"He's completely different, sir. Like a whole other person - but the same too."

"Why, how so Hermione?"

"Just look at him! Malfoy would never look like that. And yet he does."

"Yes, you do seem to be rather relaxed Draco."

"And sir, what about his memory? I'm certain someone cast the oblivious charm, but who would do that? And why?"

"Woah, what? Charm?" He was looking alert and tense now.

"Yes Draco. I'm afraid I have rather shocking news for you."

"Yes…" he prompted.

"You are a wizard. You attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and you come from a very wealthy family."

He was silent. Looking back and forth between the two of them.

"You're mad! You're both physchotic!!!"

"Draco, I assure you, we are neither. Hermione, could we perhaps have some tea?"

"What? Tea, oh yes of course. I'll go see if they have any."

She left and Draco stared at Dumbledore.

"Tea? You just told me I'm a fucking Wizard, and you want TEA?!?!?!?!"

"Tea's ready" Hermione came out with three cups of steaming tea on a little tray. "They only had raspberry instant something. I hope that's alright."

"Yes, yes it's fine. Now then, I'm sure you want to know more about this."

Draco stared at him again.

"Draco, I regret to inform you that I have no way to help you regain your memories. They will come back naturally, or not at all. Even magic cannot heal some wounds."

"What?!"

"Please, don't shout Draco."

They both turned to look at her.

"I CAN SHOUT IF I WANT! YOU HAVE YOUR MEMORIES! YOU DON'T HAVE A BIG, GAPING, HOLE FOR THE FIRST 16 YEARS OF YOUR LIFE! AND THEN I HAVE THIS FOOL, TELLING ME I'M A WIZARD. I THINK I'LL YELL!!!!!"

"Because, you are a wizard, stupid! And that's right. I have all my memories. All my memories of you, sneering at me, calling me a mudblood, always treating me like dirt! Yes, I'm sooo happy to have all those wonderful memories!" Hermione was slowly inching closer to him, and he was looking for a way to escape. "God, I should have just left it alone! I should have let you live the rest of your life with the muggles you so despised! Have absolutely no chance of regaining your memories! The perfect revenge for years of hatred! But I just couldn't leave well enough alone! Had to try to give you your life back, even though it would mean Hell for me! Yes, I'm so sorry I didn't want you to SHOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She was about six inches from his face, and Dumbledore was calmly looking on. He didn't answer. She let out a low growl and spun around, fighting the urge to spit on him. Hermione marched past Dumbledore, and could be heard stomping up the stairs, and Draco flinched when she slammed the door of Roxy's room. There was a moment of silence.

"Well, that went rather well. Don't you think so?"

Draco once again found himself staring incredulously at the man he now firmly believed was clinically insane.

Well, that's chapter 3. Hope you enjoyed it. If not, your loss. Well, I have laundry to do, so I shall be taking my leave. I'll be updating soon!

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