Hey, guys. Third chapter here. I wanted a lot of comedy in this, but because of HBP there will be a lot of drama, too, of course. Just enough to make it seem right. BTW, Mudvayne really is one of my favorite bands. I luv um! They Rock! Enough praise, though. I'm using one of their songs for this chapter. Hope it fits somewhere… anyways, here it is. As usual, let me know what you think.

'Can you save me

From myself

From these memories

Or can you save me

From myself

From these Memories…'

-Mudvayne/Forget to Remember-

CHAPTER THREE

THE PAST

As Draco worked on his project, with Crabb and Goyle on the outside guarding, he thought about Pansy… and himself. He thought about when they were kids. He didn't have to tell her what to do, or boss her like he did Crabb and Goyle. She just did it, because she thought he was just wonderful.

They had grown up together, of course, as he had with Crabb and Goyle. She was quite different than them, however. She was delicate, and cute… a girl. When they were kids, life was so easier. They didn't have to worry about anything.

Pansy was definitely different, but… Draco kind of liked this new Pansy. She… had a mind of her own. He liked the old one, but… it was kind of conflicting. It's like he had to choose which girlfriend he liked better. He smiled to himself, 'I guess I can like both. She is still Pansy, and I do love her.'

He'd always loved her. She did start out as one of his very best friends and he looked out for her. She had his heart and he supposed she always would. She knew his secrets… all except this one, and he didn't want her to know this one. Crabb and Goyle didn't even know what he was doing. Only that they were suppose to guard. And because Draco told them to do it, they did it.

'Don't worry, Pansy,' Draco thought, 'We'll get your memory back. You may never be the same, but at least you'll remember when we were kids.'

2

The next morning, Pansy did exactly what Draco told her to do. She didn't want to get lost again. She waited on one of the couches in the common room. "What are you doing?" asked someone behind her.

She looked up to see Blaize Zabini. "I'm waiting for Draco. What are you doing?"

He looked taken aback, "I guess I'm watching you wait."

"Don't, son, you're making me nervous. Have a seat."

He smirked, "They were right. You are different."

"I'm okay. I'll get better… I think."

"I'll see you at breakfast," he sighed, rolling his eyes.

And with that, he left her to wait. "Hey," she heard behind her.

Draco was coming down the stairs, "Hey," she smiled, "Are you ready?"

"Yeah. First, we have breakfast."

"Check."

"Then, we go to our first two classes, which we have together."

"Check."

He smiled, "Why are you saying check?"

"I don't know. Cause I want to."

"Good enough for me. Let's go."

"Hey, I don't have my last class with you. I don't know if I'll remember how to get back here."

"Well, you just…"

"I do know someone who might. I have my last class with someone who would probably help me."

"Who?"

She gave a little smile, "Hermione."

"Absolutely not, Pansy! You can't let her… she can't… it's absolutely…"

"Silly to act like that," she interrupted, "She can help me, Draco. She knows the castle. She hasn't… lost her memory. Please?" she gave a little pout.

He couldn't resist smiling, "Awe, man. We have to get your memory back."

"Can she? If she will?"

"I suppose. She can bring you to the portrait hole. That's far enough. You don't need her to bring you into the common room, do you?" he asked, smiling.

"No, I guess I can… wait… last time, you said a word to that picture, and… I don't remember it."

"Right, I'll write it down for you."

He took out a piece of parchment, and scribbled something on it, quickly, and then he handed it to her. "Wait until she leaves before you say it, alright."

"Okay, I will. You know, I don't think that they're out to get you," she smiled.

"You'd be surprised. Now… are you ready?"

"Absolutely. Let's go."

3

When they got to the great hall, Pansy started to walk over to the Gryffindor table. Draco took her hand, "What are doing?"

"I'm going to ask her if she'll help me," explained Pansy.

"It can wait until the end of class."

"No, it can't. What if I don't catch her in time. Then, I'll get lost, and you may never see little ol' me again," she said, dramatically, batting her eyelashes.

He smiled, "It's going to take some time to get used to the new you, you know that. You've found new ways to just… alright. Be quick about it. If someone says something cross to you for going over there, I may… I don't want to think about what I'll do. Just be quick."

"I will. Save me a seat."

He nodded, and then she began making her way to the Gryffindor table. Ron looked at her, surprised. Harry and Hermione, however, smiled. "How are you today, Pansy?" Harry asked.

"Not too bad. Still… don't remember much. I found out what that mud word means," she said, looking cross, "I'm boycotting it!"

Ron actually laughed, "You're boycotting it? What does that mean?"

"It means she isn't going to use it," sighed Hermione.

"Exactly," said Pansy, "Horrid word… anyway, Hermione, I don't know if… if I was mean to you in the past… I wanted to say I was sorry."

"Apology accepted. When you get your memory back, you may not mean it," Hermione said, giving a little smile.

"No. I do mean it. I also… have a favor to ask, if you're up for it."

"What is it?" asked Hermione, giving her a surprised look.

"I just… I can't remember how to get back to that darn dungeon, and I'm horrible with directions… I still don't know where the hell I'm going around here half the time… I have my last class with you, and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind helping me get back to…"

"Pansy, you may not have your last class with me," said Hermione, sympathetic.

"I may not?"

"No. We have different classes today. Do you have your schedule?"

"Right here," she said, then handed it to Hermione.

"Okay, you do have your last class with me today. Tomorrow, you have your last class with Harry and Ron. And… you seem to have the others with me."

"Okay, so…"

"Yes, Pansy, I'll help you," smiled Hermione, "And so will Harry and Ron."

Ron looked a bit taken aback at the thought of helping Pansy, but Harry nodded. Pansy smiled, "Thanks so much. I owe you guys. This is great. I was worried… never mind. I'll see you guys later, then."

Pansy began walking to the Slytherine table to join Draco. "She's going to take some getting used to," said Ron, "Pansy! Nice! The world's turned upside down!"

"Ron," sighed Hermione, "In her present condition, I definitely think we should help her. She's not a complete cow right now, and I don't mind helping her out a little. If all she wants is for us to show her to her common room, then I'll do it."

"I don't have a problem with helping her, Hermione. It's just… her being nice, is like you giving up spew…"

"S.P.E.W.!" Hermione said, sternly

"My point being," sighed Ron, "It doesn't happen everyday."

4

At the end of Pansy's last class, Hermione waited by the door. When Pansy joined her, Hermione said, friendlily, "Are you ready?"

"Yep. Let's rock n' roll."

"Rock n' roll?"

"I don't say that?"

"Not normally," Hermione smiled, confused, "You really are different. Maybe this amnesia wasn't such a bad thing… oh, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have…"

"It's okay. You didn't hurt my feelings. I don't remember if it would've," Pansy laughed.

The two began walking toward the dungeons. "So, where are you from?" Pansy asked, "Do you live around here?"

"Oh, no. I live in London."

"Do you? Do I live in London?"

"I'm sorry. I don't know where you live."

"Man! I wish at least some of her… my… memory would come to me. It's a void. A complete void. I remember nothing about he… me."

"You will. They say it can take months, or years… it won't be years, Pansy!"

"Oh, I know. I don't even think it'll be months… I hope."

"Maybe if you study picture albums, or something like that you'll remember. Have Malfoy take you somewhere… where something big in your life happened, or…"

"That's brilliant! It's a long shot, but… if I can just remember, maybe I'll change back to myself! That's great! You're brilliant!"

Hermione blushed a bit at having her enemy call her brilliant. She knew she was smart, but having one of her worst enemies say so… "Thanks, I guess."

"You're welcome. That's it. I'll do what you said, and maybe I can get back to normal if I just remember… yeah…"

The rest of the way, they walked in silence, as she thought of her plan to get herself back to reality. For now, it was the only plan she had.