chapter 5
''Irulan, Irulan wake up'' someone said. Oh God, please let me be dead, I thought opening my eyes. I was in a hospital bed at St. Mungo's, Damnit!
''What happened?'' I asked.
''You had a panic attack'' Harry replied.
''Great'' I said sitting up.
''What happened in Wizengamot?'' Ron asked.
''Malfoy was remanded'' I said.
''To whose custody?'' Hermione asked.
I took in a breath to say something, but someone answered for me, ''Irulan's''. All of our heads swiveled to the door. A tall black wizard with a gold hoop in one ear was standing in the door way; Kingsley Shaklebolt, our Head.
''What?'' Harry asked.
''Draco Malfoy was remanded to Irulan's custody'' Kingsley said. ''You shouldn't piss off the Wizemgamot Committee so much''
''They're all just jealous!'' I said swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and standing up.
''Irulan, I really hate to do this to you -'' I cut Kingsley off.
''You're desking me''
''I have no choice since Draco was put to your custody'' he said.
I sighed, ''I thought so'' At least I get out of hearings!
''You can't desk her, we need her!'' Ron protested.
''I'm sorry you guys, I don't want to desk her either but I have to. You can still ask her for help with the case she just won't be able to go on location'' Kingsley said.
''It's okay guys, I'll be fine'' I said.
''You do realized Malfoy is going to be living with you right?'' Harry said.
''Yes, and I'm just fine with that'' I said with a smirk.
''I know that smirk, that smirk is not good'' Ron said.
''When is he being released from the hospital?'' I asked.
''As soon as you're ready to leave'' Kingsley said.
''Did the healers give you an estimated time of when he'll be himself again?''
''A few days to a week tops'' Harry answered.
''Alright, well I'm ready to leave'' I said.
I walked into Draco's hospital room to see him putting on a shirt, ''Miss Anderson, if anything happens to my client, I will hold you fully responsible and you'll find yourself facing an inquiry'' Langan said. He was just sore that I actually got the Wizengamot to remand Draco.
''Your client will be just fine Mr. Langan. Healers say that he'll be back to himself in a few days'' I said.
Draco turned around when I started talking, he saw me and smiled. Draco Malfoy had smiled. At the time I thought it was strange but I had to remember that he didn't know who the hell he was. ''You're...Irulan right?'' he asked.
''Yep, that's me'' I said. ''Are you ready?''
''Where am I going?'' he asked looking between Langan and myself.
''You're going to be living with Miss Anderson for the duration of the Auror's investigation'' Langan said.
''Oh, okay...?'' Draco said.
''Are you ready to go?'' I asked again.
''Yeah, I am. But don't I need clothes and stuff?'' he said.
''Uh, you'll have stuff at my house'' I said. I think.
''Alright, then I'm ready'' he said. ''Good-bye Mr. Langan''
''I mean what I said Anderson'' Langan said.
''I bet you did'' I said, trying not to be sarcastic.
Draco and I arrived at my house, via the portkey that I always use.
''Where am I going to be staying?'' he asked.
''Your room is upstairs, second door on the right'' I replied. That was my spare bedroom that I always used for my friends if they needed a place to stay. Draco went upstairs and I looked around, a little confused, ''Romeo!''. I heard a cat's meow and a red cat with a white spot around one eye and a black paw came trotting around the corner and rubbed against my leg.
''Hey buddy!'' I picked up my cat, ''Did you miss me?'' he meowed in reply.
Ding Dong came my doorbell. Bet I know who it is, I thought, putting Romeo down and walking to my front door.
Pulling open my front door, I was not suprised to see Harry standing on my front stoop with a trunk. ''Harry, this is all so sudden, shouldn't we wait a few months before moving in together?'' I said jokingly.
Harry smiled and rolled his eyes, ''Here's Malfoy's stuff that we got from his place. Of course it took a warrant to do so''
''Okay thanks'' I siad, bending down and grabbing a hold of the handle on the trunk. I tried to drag it into my house, but to no avail. ''Jesus H. Christ! What the hell is in this thing?''
Harry started laughing at me, ''Having technical difficulties?''
I glared at him before pulling out my wand, ''Locomotor mortis''. Draco's trunk levitated a few inches off the ground, and floated past me into the entrance hall.
''If he does anything don't hesitate to use force. And tell me if he does, I'll kill him'' Harry said. He's alwayd been protective of me, ever since we were in school. Harry's the closest thing to a brother I've ever had. There had never been any romantic feelings between the two of us, we tried it in sixth year, lasted three days.
''He's not going to do anything'' I said.
''He better not, I'll kill him''
''You'll find any reason to kill him'' I said.
''True, but hey I've got to go find more evidence against him'' Harry said pushing his glasses further up on his nose.
''Alright, see you later Sexy'' I said.
Harry smiled and kissed my cheek, ''Bye Babe'' with that he dissapparated with a crack. I smiled to myself, Harry and I have had those nicknames for eachother for as long as I can remember.
''Draco, your stuff is here!'' I shouted levitating his trunk up the stairs and into the room where he was going to be staying.
''Oh, thanks'' he said.
''You're welcome. I'm going to take a shower, and then a nap, I've been up since quarter to three this morning'' I said, ''You can watch TV, there's food in the fridge, uh, you can unpack or whatever. I have only one rule and that's stay out of my room''
''Okay'' he said.This is so weird, it was so much easier to deal with him when he was a prick, I thought. He'll be back to himself in a few days. sigh Damn. I left Draco's room and walked into my own to get ready to take a shower, maybe a bath.
Chapter 6
The next day I woke up around 9:30 having got a nice full night's rest. Checking on Draco to make sure he was still here, which he was. Not like he'd be able to leave anyway, once remanded the house where the accused is staying gets a charm put on it so that the accused isn't allowed to leave unless I'm with them. I walked down into the kitchen and turned on a pot of coffee, thinking back to the first time I ever met Draco Malfoy...
In my first year at Hogwart's, I had arrived a week late because I was in the Hospital. When I got to Hogwart's I was sorted privatly in Dumbledore's office and wound up in Gryffindor. I was late for my first class, running through the halls even though my doctor (yes doctor not healer) told me I shouldn't. when I rounded a corner, I ran directly into someone, knocking both of us down.
''Why don't you watch where you're going?'' someone shouted.
''I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry'' I said, standing up and picking up my messenger bag. The boy picked himself up off the floor, back then he was shorter than me, his hair was slicked back and his eyes were as cold as ice. He raised an eyebrow and looked me up and down, I had already developed a little more than some of the other girls in my year.
''I'm Draco; Draco Malfoy'' he said.
''Irulan Anderson'' I said.
''I didn't see you the first day, why?'' he asked.
''I was in the hospital'' I replied. ''I got sorted yesterday''
''What house?'' he asked.
Is he that stupid? I thought. ''Do you not see the crest on my robes?''
''Oh, you're a Gryffindor'' he sneeered, then he walked by me, bumping itno my shoulder as he did.
''Prick'' I mumbled...
I was jolted from my thoughts when Romeo nuzzled against my leg.
''G'morning Romeo'' I said, pouring myself a cup of coffee. I put some milk and sugar into my cup and sat down at the kitchen table...
In my sixth year, I wasn't at school a lot, but whenever I was it seemed that I ran into Draco more often than was natural. I had just come back from the library, and had a book infront of me, reading as I walked when I ran right into him.
Draco must've been deep in thought because he's the one that fell over not me. ''Sorry'' I said, reaching my hand out to him. Suprisingly he took it, but when he reached up his hand his sleeve fell up, there wera a nmber of cuts and scabs going in every direction on his forearm.
I grabbed his arm with a vice grip, and forced his sleeve up, he didn't even try to stop me. ''Draco, you're cutting yourself, why?''
''What do you care Anderson?'' he snapped. Okay, so I was being a bit of a hypocrit seeing as how I had some of my own self-inflicted wounds. It just really suprised me and struck me as odd that the one person everyone thought had the perfect life, was cutting himself. I traced my finger over the rough surface of the cuts, and looked up at him. When his eyes met mine, they seemed to have softened.
He sighed, ''My life isn't as perfect as everyone thinks it is Irulan. I don't know what else to do'' I took a breath to say something, but he put his finger to my lips to stop me. ''I can't talk to anyone in my house, I'd get my ass kicked. And everyone else hates me...''
He pulled his arm out of my grip and walked past me. I grabbed his hand, he looked back at me, but I was looking at the floor. ''I don't hate you Draco.'' I said quietly. I let go of his hand, but he grabbed my arm, and spun me back around before he crashed his lips onto mine. As quickly as it begun, he pulled away and seemed to have vanished...
I took a sip of my coffee, that was both the first and last time Draco kissed me. After that day I guess you could say that I became his Guardian Angel. I watched him, made sure things that I could control went well for him. He never figured out it was me. No, I didn't like Draco, actually I had my eye on Terry Boot, a good looking Ravenclaw in my year.
Setting my coffee on the table I got up and walked to the secretary desk in the living room. Opening the top drawer, I pulled out a small journal where I wrote my poems. I was just about to open it and read some of them, when Draco appeared out of nowhere.
''Morning''
I jumped and quickly put the journal back in it's place. ''Morning'' I said. ''There's coffee in the kitchen if you want some''
''Alright'' he said turning around and walking into the kitchen pouring himself a cup of coffee. I sat back in my chair when a large tawny colored owl flew in through the open window and landed infront of me. Taking the Daily Prophet from it's beak I slipped a few knuts into the pouch on it's leg before it flew off.
In my periphial (?) vision I saw Draco sit down across from me and take a sip of his coffee. ''Irulan, can I ask you a question?''
''yeah, sure'' I said.
''What was I like before I lost my memory?'' he asked.
I folded up the paper and laid it down on the table infront of me. ''Well Draco, yesterday would be the first time I saw you in almost three years''
''So we weren't friends?''
''Far from it, we hated eachother. Actually if you hadn't lost your memory we'd still hate eachother'' I said.
''I find that hard to believe'' he said.
''Believe it Draco. You and I aren't friends'' I said. ''And we're not going to start now, when your memory comes back you won't remember any of this. So there's no point in starting one now'' I picked up the paper again and started reading. I heard Draco get up from his chair and walk back up to his room. I didn't see him the rest of the day.
Okay, so maybe I was being a bit of a bitch, but I have to start treating him the way I would if he did have his memory, they way he'll get his memory back sooner...did that make sense?