Stuck in Love
Summary: Hermione and Draco get stuck in a closet. Enough said.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I do not own these characters. I do not own these characters. I do not own these characters.
Props to my sister for this chapter for helping me with the idea. (Her penname is RedHot911)
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Chapter Eleven:
But things didn't quite go as planned.
Lucius' ice blue eyes widened as he saw the body of his song fly in front of Hermione, taking the brunt of the curse.
"Draco!" Hermione cried out, bending down beside Draco's fallen body.
The blonde-haired Slytherin looked up at Hermione. "What happened? Who are you?"
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Hermione paced outside of the Hospital Wing as Harry and Neville watched her. The two boys glanced at each other and Neville gently nudged Harry in the ribs.
Harry sighed softly and walked over toward Hermione, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Mione, will you just relax?"
"Relax! RELAX? My boyfriend's father tried to erase my memory, but now my boyfriend can't remember a damn thing because he tried to play hero! And you want me to RELAX!" Hermione exclaimed incredulously.
Neville stood in front of Hermione. "Hermione! Calm down!"
"Okay." Hermione stopped pacing and leaned against the wall.
Harry shot Neville a strange look, making Neville simply shrug his shoulders. "I have skills." He replied, smiling some.
The door to the Hospital Wing opened and Dumbledore slowly walked out, stopping for a brief second to look at the three teenagers in front of him.
"Hello." He greeted, nodding at each one of the seventh years before closing the door and beginning to walk away.
"Wait! Professor!" Hermione called after him.
Dumbledore turned around slowly. "Yes, Ms. Granger?"
"How is he? I mean, does he remember anything? Is he going to be the way he was? Will he ever be the same?" Hermione questioned.
She took a deep breath and opened her mouth to ask the headmaster some more questions, but Harry walked over and covered her open mouth with his hand. "Let him answer your other questions first."
Dumbledore offered the two friends a warm smile, before looking directly at Hermione. "I'm afraid Mr. Malfoy has no recollection of anything, except his name and his heritage. He may never regain his memories again." Albus looked at Hermione over his glasses. "However, of course, Professor Snape is looking for a potion that could possibly change this. All you can do now is hope."
And with that, Professor Dumbledore turned around and walked away toward his office.
"Come on Hermione, let's go inside and visit Draco." Neville said softly, taking Hermione gently by the arm and leading her toward the Hospital wing door. Harry shoved his hands into his pockets and dragged on behind them.
Draco was sitting up on a bed, looking around the room. He looked over at Hermione, Neville and Harry. "Hello."
Neville gave Hermione a small push, causing her to take a few steps forward. She glanced back at him, narrowing her brown eyes ever so slightly before looking back at Draco and smiling. "Hi Draco, I'm Hermione Granger. This is Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter." She introduced, motioning to the two guys with her.
Draco smiled back at her. "Are you in your seventh year too?"
She nodded slowly. "Yes, we all are. How are you feeling?" She sat down on the edge of the bed opposite Draco's.
"Confused. I want to remember everything…but I can't." He explained, looking down at the bed spread underneath him.
Hermione looked back to Harry and Neville, a sad look in her eyes. "Draco," She began, slowly looking back to the blonde-haired teen sitting on the bed. "Do you remember me?" She asked softly, a pleading expression on her face.
Draco stared at her face for a long while before slowly shaking his head. "I'm sorry, I don't. Why?"
Hermione shook her head as she fought back tears. "No particular reason." She stood up. "I have to go. If you need anything, just ask for me." She forced herself to smile slightly before rushing out of the hospital wing, the tears falling as soon as she was out of the room.
Draco stared at the spot where Hermione had been standing. "Is she going to be okay?" He asked, looking at Harry and Neville.
Harry sighed and shook his head. "There's something I should explain to you…"
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Hermione ran into the Girls' bathroom and immediately ran into Moaning Myrtle.
"Oh Hermione! I heard what happened with Draco. Such a tragedy." Myrtle said, watching as Hermione locked herself into one of the stalls.
"Not now Myrtle." Hermione sobbed, covering her face with her hands.
"And to think that if Pansy Parkinson hadn't sent that letter to Lucius Malfoy, none of this would have happened."
The door to the stall that Hermione was in slowly creaked open and its occupant peeked her head out. "What?" She asked quietly, wiping her eyes.
"You haven't heard?" Myrtle inquired, floating over toward the crestfallen Gryffindor. "Pansy sent that letter about you and Draco to Draco's father."
Myrtle watched as Hermione rushed out of the stall she was in and left the bathroom. "Goodbye." She wailed softly.
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Pansy was sitting in the Great Hall talking to Millicent Bulstrode and Blaise.
"So did you hear about Draco?" She asked the two, smirking and raising her eyebrows.
"Do tell…" Millicent responded, leaning closer toward the other Slytherin.
"Well, I heard he took the Obliviate curse for his mudblood girlfriend. Now, he has, like, no more memories." Parkinson whispered, earning a gasp from Millicent.
Suddenly, Pansy was in the air, her legs dangling. Millicent and Blaise looked around and saw Hermione glaring at the airborne girl.
"Don't even think about saying the counter spell." She hissed, stealing a glance at the other two.
"Hermione, put her down." A voice said calmly behind the angry brown-haired girl.
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"So Hermione and I are…dating?" Draco asked, looking to Harry when he had finished his long explanation.
"Yes. For a few months now, actually." Harry replied.
Draco glanced over toward Neville. "Is he lying?"
Neville shook his head. "No. He's telling the truth."
Dean Thomas burst into the Hospital Wing. "Harry! Neville! Hermione's got Pansy dangling in the air!"
Harry and Neville glanced at each other before following Dean out toward the Great Hall.
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"Hermione, put her down!" Ron exclaimed, stepping in front of her.
"Give me one good reason why, Ron!" She yelled, glaring at the red-headed young man standing in her way.
Ron sighed and turned toward Pansy, raising his wand up. "Liberacorpus!" He was in big trouble now.
Pansy was slowly lowered to her feet.
"Get out of here." Ron snapped, motioning for Pansy and her cronies to leave.
Pansy shot a quick look to Hermione before hurrying out of the Great Hall with Blaise and Millicent following behind her. Ron turned back to Hermione, who looked like she could kill him.
"Dumbledore sent me an owl and told me what happened. I got here as soon as I could." Hermione continued to glare at him. "Look, Mione, you need to…" Ron realized telling Hermione to calm down would be like telling a dragon not to breathe fire. "Why don't we…"
"Hermione! Where's Pansy!" Harry asked as he, Neville and Dean ran into the Great Hall.
Hermione stared at Harry blankly for a few minutes. "Oh. I…Ron…Well…"
"I let her down." Ron supplied, glancing at Hermione with a worried look.
There was a long, uncomfortable pause between the group of friends.
"Harry told Draco about you and him." Neville exclaimed out of the blue, making Hermione turn her gaze slowly toward the shy young man.
"What did you just say?" She asked quietly, turning her head to look at Harry.
Harry sighed. "I told Draco about you and him. Since you wouldn't." He added quickly, realizing that he had just dug himself deeper.
"Harry Potter, I…I…I…hate you!" Hermione finally cried out, pushing past the guys and storming out of the Great Hall.
Harry sighed and glanced over at Neville. "Why did you have to tell her?"
Neville simply shrugged. "Because I'm horrible at keeping secrets." He responded, earning him a smack over the head from Dean.