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Everything that had happened during the week of the accident, Draco Malfoy recalled none. Even the accident itself was said to be that he had bumped his head roughly, and he knew nothing else.

Draco somehow felt that there was something more to that.

Here the Slytherin stood in the common room, which he shared with the Gryffindor Head Girl, staring out the window watching the sun set in the lowest horizon.

Why couldn't he remember what happened? What were the things that they didn't want to say?

Draco heard the slow creak of the common room entrance door open and didn't turn to see who it was.

He did however made a mental image of seeing Hermione Granger standing there, arms hugged around her massive amount of books, that she had just borrowed from the library, and her book bag weighing heavily against her shoulders, struggling to close the entrance with whatever part she had left unoccupied. --Probably her legs...--

Why did she have to carry so many books with her though? --Wasn't she smart enough already? -- Surely there had got to be some limit of knowledge that she had in there.

The entrance door finally clicked to a close.

--Probably not. -- Draco thought, slightly amusing himself.

With the sun almost setting down, Draco then imagined as Hermione slowly made her way up to her room. Slowly walking across the floor as to not drop her already heavy burden. Maneuvering her way up the staircase and carefully feeling her steps so she wouldn't trip and fall.

Hearing Hermione Granger's door click to a close, Draco watched as the sun disappeared. He then retreated to his own quarters.

Sitting down on his bed, Draco forced himself to remember, just like he did every night after the incident.

Every time failing miserably and ending in head-splitting headaches. He hoped that it wouldn't happen tonight. Closing his eyes to a shut, he searched his memory.

Draco felt as though he was flying, ignoring the fact that a small headache started throbbing painfully.

Everything seemed so bleak.

Suddenly, his arm shot up to his forehead. The pain was getting worse. He still had to try and remember. He was now leaning forward and having both of his hands in his face to try and stop the pain.

He then saw himself flying through a heavy downpour of rain, grabbing…

"What are you doing?" Asked a voice that did not belong to him.

In an instant, his eyes shot open and he looked up. The pain seemed to vanish entirely, which he was quite glad of.

He then saw Hermione Granger peering through his door. As quickly as the pain vanished, it returned, only to be four-times worse.

"What are you doing here?" Draco managed to growl, as he squinted his eyes in pain.

Slight ringing in his ears made it impossible for him to hear Hermione's explanation. The pain then got even worse. His vision turned blurry.

--Oh, Merlin! -- The pain was unbearable. Not letting her finish, he then grabbed an object nearest to him - which happened to be a vase.

He wasn't sure of what he was going to do with it. Not wanting to hurt her with it, he told her to "Get out!" He yelled.

At the precise moment the pain was so terrible, he yelled in pain as he told her to get out.

His arm then bended to his own will, and he threw the vase at the door. Luckily for Hermione, she was no longer there. The vase had hit the wall, breaking into pieces and landing into an oil lamp, extinguishing it.

Hermione had left him alone in darkness.

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"Mr. Malfoy, please pay attention or else I'll have to deduct points from Slytherin by not doing so." McGonagall's voice snapped.

Simply making sure the teacher wouldn't do so, Draco tried sitting up straight in his chair, only to slouch once more. He made a small effort to be interested throughout the class.

The bell rang and everyone made a move to exit the class. Draco remained in his seat and waited for the crowd to disappear.

Taking his time, Draco walked back to the Head common room.

Upon his destination, he wondered if he could ever remember what had made him forget.

Portraits he passed watched over him in silence, he was oblivious to all that.

Walking through a hallway, he stopped to look through a glass-stained window. What had laid beyond it was the Quidditch field bathed in moonlight.

Merlin, how he wished he could fly on his broomstick outside right now, hoping that it would solve everything about the mystery of his accident.

Draco cursed silenty while walking slowly back to the common room.

You see, two days before, he was called into Dumbledore's headquarters.

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Flashback

"You wanted to see me, Professor?" Draco asked as he peered his through the Headmaster's doorway.

Looking up from his desk, Dumbledore answered "Yes Draco, come in and shut the door." Draco did what he was told.

"Please have a seat." Said the older wizard. Sitting down, Draco wondered what the Headmaster wanted to discuss with him.

For a long pause, Dumbledore then said, "Draco, what I am going to tell you might come as a shock"

Draco remained silent.

"Draco Malfoy, you are banned from ever going to the Quidditchfield and everything that revolved around Quidditch" Said the Headmaster.

"But, Professor!" Protested Draco.

"Now Draco," Dumbledore began.

"Professor, I'm Slytherin's captain and also seeker!" Draco told Dumbledore. "The next match against Gryffindor is next month!" Draco then added "Professor, you can't do this!"

"Draco Malfoy, calm yourself this instant, and listen to what I'm going to say," Said the Headmaster.

Draco struggled inside and tried restraining himself from doing another outburst.

"Both your position as captain and seeker has now been replaced." Dumbledore explained. "I know you might be wondering why. All I can say is that I have made my decision-and it was final."

"Was it something I did, Professor?" Draco asked in a small voice.

"No, Draco. You did not do anything wrong." Said the professor with a sigh.

As Draco was about to get up and leave, "Perhaps," Said Dumbledore "When you are ready."

The Slytherin wanted to ask why but then Dumbledore said "That will be all, Draco."

All Draco could reply was "Good night, professor." And the Slytherin walked away.

End Flashback

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Draco couldn't face his house members, for what reason, he wasn't sure.

"Abra estra Puerto." Draco told the portrait. It swung open and he made his way in. Placing his sling bag behind the couch, he made his way to an armchair and sat on it.

He stretched his arm to retrieve his book that he left on the table last night.

Opening to the page where he had left off, he began reading. No sooner than he had entered, Hermione Granger entered the common room and is now seating in one of the huge comfortable couches reading a book she borrowed from the library.

Neither wanting to know that the other was there.

(Lets out a long sigh) Well, this was my longest chapter. It's a first! Yay! Anyways, if you still aren't satisfied with it's length...you could always hit the review button and tell me.

--FlexibleFish.--