Full Summary: A badly banged-up and war-weary Draco Malfoy ended up under Ginny Weasley's care at the height of the War. She refused to look after her former schoolmate nemesis until she realized he has amnesia; maybe caring for him wouldn't be as tough as trying to co-exist with him at Hogwarts…

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is a copyright trademark of JK Rowling & the WB. No Profit is Made Off this Fic. I only own some of the OC characters, but they others aren't mine.

PhoenixRae's Note: The second chapter's pretty short, so here I am with the third chapter. Enjoy!

III. Waiting for Your Visit

HE DOESN'T KNOW WHY HE LOOKED FORWARD to the weekends. Could it be because she'd be swinging by this ring-dingy place he was forced to call home for the past couple of weeks while he recuperated? Or could it be because with her around he didn't have to be forced to remember who he was and what he did prior to him losing his memory?

Whatever the reason was, he was glad he had something to look forward to. Living with a moody Tonks wasn't fun at all. At least he was being rewarded by being visited by his Angel.

He remembered telling her last weekend that he thought she was his angel the first night he was brought to the recovery tent. She looked surprised and giggled, but she didn't say anything else. She thanked him for saying she was an angel but told him that was the last thing he should think of her as.

"I am far from being an angel, Draco," she told him over tea and scones. She brought the scones her mother made. They were pretty good scones and asked her to bring some more on her next visit.

It was the best tasting scones he's had in his life.

He froze after that thought. How'd he know it was the best tasting scones he has had? He felt overly confident that it was indeed the truth and yet he couldn't remember the last time he tasted such delicacy.

"Whoa, you look like you've just seen a ghost," Ginny greeted when she joined him out in the balcony of Tonks' top-floor flat. "Are you okay?"

Draco shook off the sudden feeling of unease every time he recalled something but couldn't quite place where that memory was from. He turned and smiled up at the red haired Angel who just joined him for afternoon tea.

"I'm fine, Ginny, thanks for asking." He got up from his seat and offered it to her. He grabbed another seat from inside and placed it on the other end of the balcony facing her. "How was your day?"

"Oh, it was okay," she shrugged. "It's the same old, same old, you know? Mom baked a batch of scones for you. I told her you gave her scones really high praises and that perked her up, so she rewarded you by making two batches – and they're all for you."

"Thank your mother for me then," he smiled. "I was just thinking that her scones were the best ones I've ever tasted before you arrived."

Ginny cocked an eyebrow at his comment. "You've had scones before? Where? Who made them?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Draco held up his hands to her from firing question after question at him. "Slow down with the questions, please. To answer all of them, I don't know, but I have this feeling inside that I have tasted scones before that wouldn't even come up to par with your mother's scones."

"And nothing else? No flashing memory of when you had it last or even where you last had scones at?"

He let out a frustrated sigh and sat back in his seat. "Nope, just that gut-feeling that I love your mother's cooking," he gave a faint smile, but his eyes told Ginny he was feeling down at not being able to remember more.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up too much. It's good that you remembered something although it was just a feeling. At least you're certain of it."

"Why can't I remember all of it, you know? I think Tonks wants me to regain my memory back soon. I get this feeling off her that she wants to question me about this war, and deep down inside I know I want to help her find some answers to her questions, but I am of no use to her since I can't even remember my last name!"

It was at the tip of her tongue to offer him that information. In fact she offered to tell him that when he told her he wanted to know his last name, but being the proud person he always has been, Malfoy told her not to; he wanted to remember it himself.

"It'll come to you eventually. Now, let's not talk about something as dour as you wallowing in your own self-misery here, mister. Tell me what have you been doing this week? Tonks still wants to wring your neck for walking in on her while she was in the shower?" Ginny distracted him from feeling too down.

She remained with him until dinner. Tonks was away on duty until eight o'clock and Ginny stayed with Malfoy until then.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU VISIT HIM, Ginny," Luna shook her head while removing her uniform at the end of their shift. Ginny told her of her weekend visits to Malfoy and helping Tonks out by helping Malfoy remember. "You of all people should be hating him with a passion, and yet you're being friendly to him! What would your brothers think when they find out? What would Harry think when he finds out?"

"Harry and I are no longer together, Luna. And I think I am old enough to make my own decisions on who to become friends with and who not to."

Luna cocked an eyebrow at her answer. "So you consider Malfoy your friend now?"

"I admit he was a git when we were in school together, but this past few weeks since I looked after him when he was brought in I began to see a different side of the annoying brat."

"You do know that he'll eventually get his memory back, right?" Luna reminded.

"Of course I'm aware of it."

"You also know that once the old Draco Malfoy is back, whatever kind of friendship you two formed will dissolve into nothing, right?"

Ginny let out a long, frustrated sigh. "What are you trying to say, Luna?"

The blond haired sixteen year old let out a long sigh and looked at Ginny, carefully studying the redhead before answering.

"I just don't want you to get hurt, that's all."

"Who says I'm going to get hurt?"

"That's all I'm saying," she didn't bother elaborating on what she meant. She finished changing back to her regular clothes and waited for Ginny to finish and the two of them headed out of the staff change room.

Ginny skipped out on visiting Malfoy that weekend. She sent him an owl informing him that her father and brothers are home and she has a family gathering to attend to. She felt bad for not seeing him that weekend, but she had no choice. It has been a while since every family member of hers – sans Ron, Harry and Hermione of course – were home for the weekend. Her mother wanted to throw everyone a special dinner and enlisted Ginny and Fleur's help to make sure the Burrow looks clean and tidy while Molly Weasley bustled in the kitchen.

"I hear that you are visiting the Malfoy boy," Fleur said in a low voice when they were alone in the living room cleaning up. "Does your mother know you're fraternizing with the enemy?" Her English has improved a great deal since moving to England permanently after her and Bill's quiet wedding ceremony the first week of July. Although she still has to pause every now and then when she spoke, at least she was speaking the words clearer now than before.

"I am not fraternizing with the enemy, Fleur. I'm just helping Tonks get the answers she needed."

Fleur cocked an eyebrow at her response. "According to Molly you're always at Tonks' place every weekend. She doesn't know that Tonks has the Malfoy boy in her custody, does she?"

"No. And I'd be really grateful to you if you keep it quiet, please?"

"Ginny…" Fleur gave her sister-in-law a disapproving look.

"I have my reasons, and one of them is that Mom's already freaked out by Ron, Harry and Hermione going after the Dark Lord by themselves. I don't want her to freak out anymore when she finds out that the friend I am visiting every weekend at Tonks is the boy responsible for the death of Professor Dumbledore," she explained earnestly.

She was glad when Fleur dropped the subject of her becoming friendly with Malfoy, but like Luna, Fleur also warned her not to get too involved with him to escape being hurt in the end.

Why does everyone seem to think she was going to get hurt? She knew where she stood and she knew where Malfoy stood in her life. She knew the side of him she was enjoying the company of wouldn't last forever. Once he regained his memory he'd revert back to the old, nasty git he used to be.

HE HAS BEEN A SOUR PUSS SINCE LAST WEEKEND when you didn't show up," whispered Tonks after she let Ginny in to her flat. "In as much as I loathe the boy for who he was, I kinda enjoyed having him for company, you know? He's not really at all that bad if I forget what kind of a person he was before."

Ginny gave her friend an I-told-you-so smile, which Tonks returned with a wry smile. Ginny chuckled and asked, "Where is he?"

"Out on the balcony as usual," she jabbed her head at the direction of the balcony before disappearing in the direction of her bedroom.

Ginny headed for the direction Tonks pointed her at. She could see Malfoy's hair glistening against the afternoon sunlight. He was standing with his hands braced on the steel railing looking down on the street. She wondered if he saw her walk in to the building. If he did he would've been the one who answered the door instead of Tonks.

"Hello, Draco," she greeted from balcony sliding doorway. She waited for him to turn to her with that sweet smile on his face, welcoming her and looking relieved to finally see her. When he didn't and his head remained bent forward, his knuckles turning white from gripping the balustrade. "Draco…?"

"I just killed someone, Ginny, or at least…I was responsible for killing someone," he said in a low, pained voice Ginny almost missed hearing what he said.

"You remembered," was her startled reply causing him to look at her sharply, those gray eyes of his piercing her with a glare to scathing she was surprised she was still standing.

"Was that the kind of person I was, a murderer?"

Ginny flinched at the tone of his voice he used on her. "Draco—"

He cut her off by turning around to face her, his eyes still boring holes right through her; pain, emotional and probably physical pain, mirrored in those eyes of his as he suppressed his anger.

"All week I've been having these dreams – nightmares – of things that happened in my life. And each day that passed, each nightmare, a fragment of my past to put together who I was, becomes something I do not want to remember at all," he told her bitterly.

"But you must remember if you want to fully recover at all," she insisted.

"But I am not liking that person that I was," he insisted.

Ginny crossed the small space that separated the two of them. Standing just an arm's length from him she gingerly reached out and placed her hand on his upper arm. "What else did you remember? There must be at least something wonderful in your past that stood out."

Draco looked at her for the longest time; his Angel out to help him again. Already he was starting to feel less troubled the moment he heard her voice spoke from behind him, but he just had another bout of those nightmarish visions while watching something on what Tonks referred to as the telly. He found it extremely fascinating to turn on such Muggle device. He admitted to her that he has never had the opportunity to view something from such thing and Tonks just laughed at her, making a side comment about being rich in the wizarding world and yet not being able to afford a telly.

"The only wonderful memory I remember is waking up and finding an angel looking down on me." His smile was slow in coming, but Ginny watched as that initial smile slowly brightened his face.

She clamped down the initial shot of pride that made her puff her chest up and jut her chin into the air at the compliment. She felt silly for liking the thought that she was his ray of sunshine. If this was the Draco Malfoy she knew from her school day years he wouldn't have given her such compliment; he'd more call her his nightmare than his sunshine.