Well, yesterday I left you with a horrible cliffie. Draco had a bad dream and headed for the infirmary only to find Hermione's bed empty. Not a very good wake-up in my opinion. Anyway, this chapter is a little twisty, so I'm going to shut up and let you read. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not my characters, but my plot line, surprisingly. And a pretty damn good one if I say so myself. *wink*

Chapter 15

Remembrances

"Hermione! Hermione, where are you?" Her bed was empty. That thought echoed through my head. I was too late. She was gone. Then, a quiet voice answered me.

"If my name is Hermione, then I'm right here. What's wrong? Why are you calling me? And who are you?" I stepped farther into the room. She was sitting on the windowsill, out of sight of the doorway. The room was dark, and I hadn't seen her. I breathed deeply, then walked closer to her. She looked up at me, with a strange look on her face.

"I feel like I know you. Or at least should know you. Your presence is so familiar." She shook her head, like trying to clear her mind. She was talking softly, as though thinking aloud. I stepped closer to hear her better.

"You're always here, aren't you. Even when I'm sleeping, I feel you. Your presence is calming and constant." I realized I was standing about a foot away from her. She looked up at me, and her eyes caught mine. They weren't cloudy like they had been, and I realized she could see me.

"Why do I know you? I feel like I've always known you, but I don't know why." She stood up and stepped closer to me. We were now mere inches apart.

"How do I know you?" She lifted her hand slowly. When her fingers were about to touch my cheek, they curled back, as if about to retreat, then straightened. When her warm fingers touched my cold cheek, I felt a shiver run down my spine. She ran her fingers lightly over my cheek and back to my ear. Everywhere she touched, sent shivers down my spine. She searched my face, a confused, yet curious look on her face. When she touched my hair, she blushed and stepped back.

"I'm sorry, Draco. I shouldn't have done that. I'm really-" I cut her off.

"You said my name."

 "What do you mean? I don't know your name, remember? I don't know my own name." She was upset, and starting to pace.

"I don't even know my name, much less yours! My mind is all foggy! I don't know where the Hell I am! That stupid lady keeps giving me that- that crap that fogs up my mind. I'm not myself! Can't you see that?" She was yelling, and a lone tear ran down her face.

"How the hell could I know your name if I don't know my own!" She stopped pacing and looked down. Her voice was quiet when she spoke again.

"How can I know you if I don't know me?" She sunk to the floor and pulled her knees to her chest and laid her head on them.

"I don't even know my own name." I knelt down next to her and put my hand under her chin, tilting her tear-streaked face to mine.

"I know who you are, Hermione Anne Granger; and that's all that really matters." Her eyes were searching mine. Suddenly, she threw her arms around me and started crying quietly into my chest. Not knowing what else to do, I wrapped my arms around her and picked her up and went to lay her on the bed. I moved to pull away, but she clung tighter, not letting me stand up.

"Stay, please." She said it softly, an almost silent plea. I gave in and crawled into the bed beside her. She snuggled up to me and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. She sighed contentedly, and breathing evened out, telling me she was asleep. The adrenaline that had kept me running for so long died out, and I fell asleep, happier with Hermione in my arms.

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See? Twisty. Anyway, I'm going to post and hopefully get some reviews. *Hint? Yeah, I think so*

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