"Ah, Mister Draco, you are mistaken. We do not wish to modify your memories, rather one specific memory. The one you and Miss Granger have of each other."
"Well, Mya, I guess we will have to continue our story later," the man said, rolling up the parchment as he spoke.
"Yes, we will," Mya replied, with a faltering smile. This whole scene was confusing to her. The story seemed familiar. Like most things, she couldn't place it either.
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"We, that is, the staff, feel that if the Head Boy and Girl showed no dislike of the other better cooperation would ensue," Professor Dumbledore said.
It was later that day, around ten in the morning. Medicine had been taken and Mya was being read to from the parchment in the gardens.
"I guess--" Dumbledore continued.
"That won't be necessary," Hermione broke in. "Malfoy and I are mature enough to not display such childish acts of hatred."
"Is this true Mister Malfoy?" McGonagall asked.
Draco looked at Hermione. "Yes." Hermione looked at him, a small smile on her lips. No one felt it, no one knew, it but at that moment the two of them established a bond, a connection.
Professor Dumbledore peered over his half-moon glasses. "You both understand that at the smallest sign either of you have not kept your word your memories will be modified." It was not a question. Hermione and Draco nodded. A moment later Professor McGonagall spoke, "We will leave you now. I recommend you use this commute to resolve your differences." With that, she and Professor Dumbledore dissapperated.
Hermione plopped down on one of the fluffy arm chairs. "Well, I guess I'd better say goodbye to all of the wonderful memories I have of you as a ferret," she sighed.
Draco, who was lying on the couch, abruptly sat up. "See, this is what Dumbledore meant! For once in his life the old coot was right! We have too much history to be friends. It is too awkward."
"And whose fault is that I suppose?" Hermione exclaimed.
"Not mine!" retorted Draco.
"It isn't mine either!" Hermione replied angrily. "In fact, why do you hate me so much?"
"You are a mudblood, and you are friends with Potter," Draco informed her.
"Okay, so you are prejudiced against blood…your fault, and you hate my friend, but what does that have to do with me? I don't understand you Malfoy, I don't think anyone does." Hermione said quietly.
Draco turned. "You know, it has been so long, I don't even remember the real reason I hate you." Hermione only smiled.
Mya glanced over at the man who was reading to her. "Well?" she asked. "Do they become friends?"
"You will have to wait and see. Right now it is time for lunch," he replied.
"Can you read me more at lunch?"
"Of course." And with that, he assisted Mya up from her chair and helped her make her way to the St. Mungo's Dinning Hall. The person at the door smiled to see them together, and led them to a secluded table that overlooked the lake. Their lunchtime pills were already at their place, along with some water. After swallowing the pills the parchment was unfurled again, and the story picked up where it left off…
A/N: Hookai, so this time I mean it about the five reviews! I know it was short, but I promise I will post a long one next time!! And, btw, the job of beta is still open!!