a/n Thank you for all of the reviews! Ok, here is the next chapter!

Draco looked across at the Headmaster, who was looking at him with twinkling blue eyes. They sat there in silence; Draco was collecting his thoughts and breathes.

"Professor, Hermione doesn't remember me," Draco said, not knowing how to beat around the bush.

"No?" His eyes twinkled knowingly. "She gave you up, it was her sacrifice. Her first choice was to leave, and she did. Her second choice was either to jump off the cliff, or try and go back into the forest in search of others. If she had not made the choice to jump, we would not have won the war, and Voldemort would not be dead." Draco shuddered slightly at the name, and at the thought of Michael being another Dark Lord.

"Is there a way to help her remember me?" Draco asked hopefully.

"There might be, I will look into it," Draco's heart plummeted. Dumbledore always had the answers to Potter's questions, and always knew what to do. Why then, didn't he know the answers to his questions? Why was it now that he didn't know what to do?

Thanking the Headmaster for his time, Draco quickly left the office. What he needed to do, and he hated to admit it, but he needed to ask Potter for help.

Hermione looked up into the face of Michael, she sighed when she realized who it was. He could be really annoying sometimes; it didn't help by the fact that he wasn't that smart either. You could tell that he never thought things through before acting them out.

"Hello Hermione," he said looking down at her.

"Hi Michael," she sighed pushing past him a little trying to get to Gryffindor tower.

Unfortunately for her, Michael picked up his pace and walked right next to her. She narrowed her eyes at him; she just wasn't in the mood to deal with any one.

"So Hermione, I was wondering, I have always had this crush on you. Would you like to go out with me?"

Draco walked slowly to the Gryffindor table, where Harry, Ron and a few other Gryffindors were eating. He sat down next to Harry, ignoring everyone's dirty looks and Ron's as well.

"Po-Harry, I was wondering if I could speak to you." Draco said looking at Harry begging with his eyes.

"Sure Draco," Harry wiped his mouth off then stood up. Draco followed him off into the entrance hall and into an empty classroom.

"So what is it you wanted to speak to me about?" Harry turned and asked him.

"Well, I want Hermione to remember me, and I was wondering if you would help," Draco looked up into the eye of the Boy – Who – Lived.

"Sure," was all he said.

"What?" Draco looked at him dumbfounded.

"Did you ask me expecting me to say no?" Draco shook his head yes. "Well I saw what Hermione was like when she was with you, and she was happy. As her friend it is my duty to make sure she stays happy. If you make her happy, then I'll help you get her to remember you. But be warned, if you ever make her unhappy, I will hunt you down." His eyes gleamed and Draco knew that this was no idle threat, if he ever did anything to upset Hermione; he was as good as dead.

He left and went down to the Slytherin common room, where he was attached by Pansy.

"Oh Draco! I'm so happy to see you!" She smudged her bright orange lipstick on his cheek.

"Pansy, get off of me," Draco said through clenched teeth.

"Oh, stop playing games," she said eyeing him suspiciously.

"Pansy, do you even know who won the war?" Draco asked suspiciously.

"Why the Dark Lord of course!" She giggled slightly.

Draco rolled his eyes. "No Pansy, Harry Potter killed the Dark Lord." With that he went off to bed leaving a dumb founded Pansy behind him. There had to be a way to make Hermione remember.

Hermione turned to Michael to give him her answer.

a/n What is she going to say? Yes, or No? Review and tell me what you think! Sorry this was so short, but I had to keep it short so that I could put more in the next chapter!