Chapter 9: Piece of the Past

Draco sat in the common room of the Head Boy and Girl thinking about the dream that he kept having. The same thing would happen each time he dreamt it. He would be in the dungeons and Hermione would come in and kiss him. She would then say that she would love him no matter what happened and then leave him with nothing.

He felt that he had the dream at least twenty times. He looked up when he saw Blaise and Hermione walk in the room, laughing. He stood up from the couch and crossed his arms across his chest while tapping his foot. When the students looked up, they knew that they were busted and their plan was ruined.

"So . . . . . the two of you knew what you were doing last week and you have been friends since then."

Hermione tried to say something, but Draco cut her off by saying, "Shut up, Mudblood! You've caused enough damage!"

Hermione looked at Draco and saw nothing of what she knew of the improved Draco. Now he was just……Malfoy. He no longer held the love that he once held for her. He no longer held the compassion that she had dug out of the depths of his heart. And he no longer held the soft gray-blue eyes. They were now cold and heartless, just like when she first saw him.

Hermione ran to her room and flopped down on her bed and she cried her eyes out until she had no more tears left. Then she went to sleep where she had a dream that kept her tossing and turning all night. (A/N: you will find out about the dream later on. Sorry.)

After Draco said that to Hermione, he could see the hurt in her eyes. It was as if she was searching for something, but she couldn't find it. When she ran, Draco knew that he had done something very wrong.

"Way to go! You just made it impossible to remember what the two of you had, you git!"

"What are you talking about, Blaise?"

"Forget it."

"NO! Tell me what you meant by that."

Blaise sighed. Maybe if I tell him, it will be easier for him to remember. He thought for a moment and decided to tell him.

"Sit down. This could take a while."

After Draco sat down, Blaise started to pace and told him the story of what he knew. By the time that he was done, he was sitting in one of the chairs by the fire and said, "I don't know anything else, but I'm sure that you don. In the back of your mind, all of the memories that you have with her, are there. And when you remember, you're going to be sorry that you ever let her go."

Draco sat on the green couch and one of the major memories that he had came rushing back to him.

The 'truth or dare' scene flashed in front of his eyes and he could feel his heart beat faster as he stood over Hermione when he put her into his bed.

When the memory stopped, he looked at Blaise and said, "Why were the two of you together if you knew that I loved her?"

"We both knew that the only way to get your memory back was to give you a little push from the people that were closest to you."

"NO! I don't believe you! You're just making this up to get rid of Pansy. You always hated her and you would do anything to get her out of your life!"

After Draco said all of this at a very fast pace, he ran out of the portrait and went to the dungeons.

When Hermione went back to the common room, Draco was whipping around the corner of the wall.

Hermione's heart knew that she was about to do the wrong thing, but her mind told her that it was right. She battled with the two of them before her mind won.

"I'm sorry Blaise, but the deal is off."

"What? Why?"

"I know that Draco is happy with Pansy and his new memories."

"But you're not happy without him."

"Life is only just."

"What?"

"It means that sometimes life throws a lot of hard stuff your way, but when you realize that things happen, you'll be able to move on with your life."

"Granger. . . ."

"Please . . . . . don't I know that this isn't what I wanted, but it is what will happen. And fate is fate. I'm not about to change what is supposed to happen."

Blaise tried to object, but Hermione had already left the common room. She was heading for the dungeons to tell Draco something that he had already predicted to happen.