Hilo! I'm listening to The Killers : Hot Fuss right now, and they totally rock! I just got their CD, so I'll be listening to it nonstop for a while. Moving on, I just have to say a few things to a few people.

Samantha Cameron I'm sorry I forgot you, I truly am. You're one of my most loyal reviewers, and it means a lot to me. I'm appalled at myself for forgetting you, could you find it in your heart to forgive me?(sad puppy face) I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Plooshgirl I realize that you're mad, but really! I was totally disgusted with your attitude about the whole thing, I mean I made compromises. I let it work out so that he would be able to change it back to blonde any time he wanted, which wasn't in my origional line of thought. That's the best I can do. What would you have me do? Have every single person be completely oblivious to the fact that he would look so much like Draco Malfoy, it would just to be too much! I took you're reviews into consideration, really I did, but I can't change the whole story for just one person, and I hope you realize that. I'll be sorry if you stop reading the story, but I'm not gonna change it.

Jackie All your questions are about to be answered! I hope you like the outcome. Thanks Bunches for all your reviews.

InsideMyWorld How did your play go? My school was putting on a musical this weekend, so I know how hectic it can be. I wasn't able to update as quickly as I wanted, so here's to being busy! Cheers! I'm anxious to hear what you think of the latest addition. Thanks Bunches for reviewing!

And thank you to Lady of the Realm for reviewing, I'm glad you enjoyed Fuzzy. lol

If I didn't respond to you, it's because I didn't get the review until after I posted this, so thanks to all in advance!


Chapter 11 : The Truth

Draco was laying on his bed in his room, listening to "The Truth" by Good Charolotte. 'The truth,' he thought, 'would be nice to know.' Soon, he was in a deep sleep, comforted by the music of one of his favorite bands. He dreamt of himself, of his life, and !Bang! just like that, he remembered everything.

He woke with a start, breathing heavily. His first coherent thought was of Hermione, and then his family. Grinding his teeth, he would make them pay, he thought. Draco silently treaded down the hall to Hermione and Ginny's room, pausing at the door. 'Should I tell her now?' he briefly doubted himself. 'No, she needs to know now, just wake her up, she'll understand'. Deciding that the second voice was right, he silently went into the room, shutting the door behind him. Creeping over to where she lay, with her covers partly kicked off, he knelt beside the bed. Putting his head on the edge of the matress while his got a hold of himself, he didn't even notice Hermione stirring. In fact, he only noticed when Hermione called his name in a very sleepy and confused voice. He looked up, avoiding her eyes. Hermione woke immediately seeing the silver tear streaks down his cheeks.

"Draco, what's happened? What's wrong?"

In a voice barely above a whisper, he told her. "I remember." Hermione was silent for a moment, and Draco didn't see the conflicting emotions that were splaying across her face. She finally decided to be happy for him.

"Well, that's good, right? No more big gaping hole, that's good." She said, trying to lighten the mood.

"No, it's not. It isn't good at all. I remember everything, being such an ass to you, hurting you so much. I made your life hell, I hated everyone. I don't want these memories, this isn't what I expected."

He put his head down again, crying into the matress freely. A moment passed, and then he felt Hermione's arms around him in a firm and loving embrace. After a while of just crying, he managed to pull himself together. I mean really, crying into the arms of his girlfriend? It should be the other way around, he thought. Pulling himself back, Draco found Hermione's hands on his cheeks, caressing his face, wiping his tears away.

"Ya know, you're the only person to ever touch my face."

"Ever? Really?"

"Third year, Hermione. You hit like Hell." She blushed in the dark, her hands moving to hold his own.

"So… how did you remember?" She asked quietly, unsure if it would upset him again.

"Through my dreams. Hermione, you've got to know, I'm so sorry. I was such an ass, I hate being able to remember that. You have to know, you have to be sure, I don't ever want to hurt you like that, and I'll make sure that I don't by keeping those memories. I'm not asking your forgiveness, cause I know I'm far from it, but…"

"Draco, it's okay. You haven't hurt me since we met in such a long time. I'm sorry, I just can't forgive you though."

"What?" He asked breathlessly. He felt as though his head was about to explode from all the blood rushing to it.

"I can't forgive you because I already have. When I look at you, I see Draco. Not a trace of Malfoy left." He let his breath out.

"That was so not funny. Do you know how worried you had me?" She meerly smiled at him, and then asked him the strangest question he had yet to hear come out of her mouth.

"Draco, do you want to say with me tonight?"

"What? I… no I couldn't…it's too…"

"Draco please? Just stay with me."

"Alright." He sat down, with the back of his head on the matress, making himself comfortable.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm staying with you."

"But…Draco, I meant here, on the bed, with me." At Draco's raised eyebrow, she continued.

"Draco, you know that's not what I meant. Come on, don't be difficult. It'll help us both."

"Okay then, if it means that much to you." He sighed, as if it were some big hassle he was going through.

He moved next to her on the bed. After a moment's hesitation, he slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. She smiled and breathed deeply, closing her eyes.

"That's better." Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. "Draco, we'll have to contact Dumbledore right away in the morning. He needs to know, who did this to you?" She felt him tense around her.

"Can we talk about it in the morning?"

"Of course. You don't have to tell me anything until you're ready to."

"It's okay, I'm just tired. I've got this whole bombardment thing going on inside my head."

"Oh, that's understandable. Goodnight, Draco."

"Night, Hermione."


Hermione awoke to the sound of a tapping noise. The sun was pouring in the window, and she was forced to squint. She then was forced to widen her eyes with shock. The tapping noise was Mrs. Weasley's tapping foot! Hermione quickly tried to get out of Draco's grip. It didn't work. She turned back towards him, whispering harshly in his ear.

"Draco, wake up! Mrs. Weasley is in the room! Let go!"

His eyes snapped open in surprise and fear, and before she knew what was happening, she was standing up, and Draco was more than a foot away from her. She opened her mouth to explain, but was beat to it.

"HERMIONE JANE GRANGER AND DRACO MALFOY! How dare you? And with Ginny in the next bed over! I am deeply disappointed in you Hermione, I thought you were better than that!"

"No, it's not like that at all. Mrs. Weasley please, listen! Draco came to me last night because he remembered everything and was greatly upset. You know I would never do that, I'm only 17! I was only comforting him, really!"

Mrs. Weasley stared at them critically for a few more minutes. Finally, after what seemed like forever to the two of them, she spoke.

"Alright, I trust you on this Hermione, but I want you both to understand, this is NOT, I repeat not to happen again. Get dressed, breakfast is on, and you – (she grabbed Draco by the ear) you are coming with me, and we are going to talk."

As he was dragged from the room, Hermione gave him a look as if to say 'you should be glad that's all that's going to happen'. Soon she was ready and went downstairs, carefully avoiding everyone's eyes. When Mrs. Weasley came in 15 minutes later with Draco following, she made an announcement.

"We've received your letters, you can open them after you're done eating. Dumbledore will be paying a visit this afternoon and you have the morning to do what you want. No roughhousing, or something that I wouldn't approve of." She said the last part taking turns looking at Draco and Hermione, who bowed her head so low you'd think she didn't have one. The tension in the room wasn't broken until Tonks came in, breaking the silence as well.

"I haven't tripped once today!" Then, while walking to the table to get some food, she tripped, landing on her face. "Aww, man. I was going for a record."

Mrs. Weasley handed out their letters. The silence of the reading teens was broken by Hermione jumping up and down, giggling madly.

"I've done it! I'm Head Girl! Oh, this is going to perfect!"

"Hermione, that's great. I knew they'd pick you!"

"Thanks Gin, it means a lot to me." Her smile as wide as it could be, she looked to the boy's.

"So, which of you is Head Boy with me?"

"That would be me." Draco stood up, totally unprepared for the rushing of Hermione's monstrous hug. She pulled back and looked to Harry and Ron.

"Sorry guys."

"Don't worry about it. I've got enough responsibilities."

"That's for sure. Ron?" They all looked to find him no longer in the room.

"Where'd he go?"

"Do you think he's upset?"

"Why do you care?"

"Draco hush, Ron sensitive about these matters, you know that."

"So sorry. Forgive me while I don't care."

"Draco!"

"Hermione!" After her glare did not subside, he continued.

"Look, all I'm saying is, sure, it's bad luck for him, but it's all good for us. We got Head Boy and Head Girl, and instead of celebrating like we should be, we're talking about Ron's feelings."

"Yes, but – "

"No buts! Are we going to celebrate or not?"

"Well, I…"

"Yes. As Ron's sister, I say he'll get over it, and he needs to stop being such a sissy about it anyway."

"Alright then! I always knew I liked you Ginny. When should we celebrate?"

"We can ask mum to make a cake for dinner or something. Maybe go for icecream?"

"Oh, no – let's go to a movie! Movie in the morning and then out to lunch. It'll be great!"

"Oh, what a good idea! You guys have never seen one, have you?"

"Nope. I only know what you've told me, and what my dad says about the muggles."

"I haven't seen one either."

"Dude, you have got to be kidding!"

"I'm not. You don't the Dursleys."

"Alright, so it's all settled. Movie and lunch tomorrow. Just one question : Is Ron going to come?"

Silence prevailed upon the room.

"Well, I…I don't know. Do you think he'd be more upset if we asked him, or if we didn't?"

"Why don't we invite him, but only if he's not going to mope."

"That's great! I'll go talk to my brother, Harry, why don't you talk to mum? She can hardly say no to you."

"That's not true." At everyone's roll of the eyes, he added "Okay, so maybe she likes to spoil me a bit. I don't have a problem with it."

"And neither do we. Let's go."

Ginny and Harry left the room. Ginny came down almost right away.

"What did Ron say?"

"Hermione, I don't get him. He said he doesn't feel good, so he'll not be going. He sounded fine, so I just think he didn't want to go. Is Harry back yet?"

"No. You seem very happy about Ron not coming, Ginny, care to tell?"

"Well, maybe without Ron there, something will happen."

"What will happen?"

"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all Harry, what did mum say?"

"Said it'd be fine, be we have to find a ride."

"Oh, I can owl my mum. She'll be happy to take us."

"Great, we've got it all planned out. Hermione's mom will take us to the movie, then we'll all have lunch, and come back here, right?"

"Right."

It was just then, that Dumbledore arrived. Hermione jumped right up, thanking him profusely for the Head Girl badge. Draco played it cool, though he was so nervous about talking about his memories he could practically feel every nerve and twitch of his body. Too soon for Draco taste, Dumbledore asked the others to leave. It was a few minutes before he spoke.

"Molly tells me you've regained your memories." It was more of a statement then a question.

"Yep."

His professor was silent, and Draco sat there, thinking of all the times he'd ever seen the Headmaster.

"Draco, who did this? And why? There should be criminal charges. Talking about it will help."

"I'd be dead before there was even a trial."

"Draco, I can protect you. Hogwarts is safe."

"Nowhere is safe from my father."

"Draco, did your father do this? I assure you, you would be safe."

"How many times do I have to tell you? NOWHERE IS SAFE FROM HIM! I'm not saying a damn thing! I've finally got the life I've wanted, and I'm not "pressing charges", only to die three days later. I'll deal with them myself, and I'll make them pay. There won't be a trace left."

He went to leave but stopped at the door when Dumbledore called his name.

"Draco, I know you're angry, but that isn't the way to deal with it."

"Don't be stupid. You don't know what it's like to have your own father turn you away because you don't want to be a murderer. You don't know what it's like to have someone hate you like that. You don't know and I'll be damned if YOU can protect me from him. No – I'm going to settle this. Don't get in my way."

This time, he didn't stop.


Well? How did you like it? Isn't that just so dark of him? See, he's not completely reformed, he still has a bit of that bad boy in him. That's what I like the best about him, in fact. AND, I realize that there isn't a lot of one on one action with Hermione and Draco, but that will soon change once they're all at school. I can't wait!

Dizzy