EXAMS ARE OFFICIALLY OVER! In my country, that is. OMG fanfiction is so screwed up! I've been trying to put this up for days, but it just wouldn't show.. Here's the 12 chapter, anyway!

"She got WHAT!"

"Rap-.." Madam Pomfrey started.

"No, don't even say it," Ron interrupted, closing his eyes.

Draco, Ron, Harry and Ginny were in the hospital wing, after receiving the shocking news of Hermione's abuse. Hermione was still unconscious, with bruises on her face and minor cuts on her arms and legs. Draco had carried her back to Hogwarts with tremendous effort, as Crabbe, Goyle and Zack had refused to help carry her, making jokes about her spreading her mudblood disease.

"You know, this is all your fault," Ron scolded Draco angrily.

"MY fault!" Draco's eyes widened, and he stood up. He was slightly shorter than Ron, but he looked much stronger. "How can it be MY fault? You weren't there to save her or to carry her all the way back to school. You were busy barfing in the toilet. You should've known no to eat food from the ground, Weasel."

Ron's nostrils flared. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again, having nothing else to say. He bent down and kissed Hermione's forehead, whispered something to her although she obviously couldn't hear him, and left the room.

Harry twitched and touched his forehead, feeling his scar. He groaned and closed his eyes, looking very much in pain.

"What's going on, Potter?" Draco asked, trying not to sound concerned.

"It's my scar," Harry answered. "It's burning."

Draco immediately felt a sensation sweep through his left arm and lifted the sleeve of his robes, rubbing his skin where the dark mark was imprinted. He pulled his sleeve down and looked up consciously, and noticed that Harry was staring at him weirdly.

"What?" Draco snapped.

Harry shook his head.

Draco wondered if Harry had seen the dark mark, and was confirmed when Harry spoke up softly.

"Why is it still bleeding?"

"That's none of your business," Malfoy snapped at him.

HarrHJaH

Ginny sighed. Only now had Draco realized she was there. She hadn't said a word since she arrived, and he wasn't surprised. A close friend getting raped by dirty alley dogs wasn't a usual everyday happening.

"Is she going to wake up?" Harry asked.

"Of course she is, Potter. You're really stupid, you know?" Draco answered. Harry rolled his eyes and continued to stare at Hermione.

"She looks… dead," Harry whispered.

"Don't say that," Draco muttered angrily. "She's just under a spell, probably."

"Well, we don't really know what spell. These alley people have got nothing better to do with their lives. They probably try out new spells with all that free time, and must have put some never-waking spell on her!" Harry finished.

Draco sighed. "Shut up, will you?"

"Stop it Draco," Ginny finally spoke up.

"And who are you to tell me what to do?"

"Hermione just got raped, and now she's not waking up. Can we just not fight at a time like this?" Ginny pleaded.

"I'm sorry," Harry apologized and kissed Ginny.

Draco didn't say anything. He just frowned at looked at Hermione sadly. There she was, covered in bruises, her eyes swollen from tears, dirt and dried leaves in her hair. And yet she managed to look so beautiful and innocent, even with the sadness surrounding her.

"We'd better go. It's getting very late," Ginny said, standing up. Harry nodded in agreement, following her out. He turned around and was about to ask Draco if he was leaving too, but decided against it when he saw Draco bending down to whisper to her.

"I know you can't hear me," Draco said softly in Hermione's ear. "But I know you can feel me." He took her hand and held in tightly in his. Tears fell down his cheeks as he tried to imagine the situation Hermione had been in. He stopped himself once he had gone too far, and rested bowed his head on the stained mattress of the old school hospital, gripping Hermione's hand so tightly, her blood was probably having trouble flowing through.

"You have no idea how much I love you," he said. He imagined Hermione opening her eyes and turning to him, saying 'Yes, I do. I love you too,' but all she did was lie there on the bed, as silent as a feather floating in the air.

"Sorry, visiting hours are over, darling. Come again tomorrow morning, and good night!" Madam Pomfrey said gently, ushering Draco out. He took one last look at Hermione before leaving the hospital wing, as one last tear falls to the ground in an unusually slow pace.

And he let the door close behind him, shutting out his pain.

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The whole school was talking about what had happened to Hermione. Draco heard people talking about it during classes, during meals, in the common room, in his dorm, and even in the loo. He couldn't go anywhere without hearing Hermione's name. But it wasn't as if he kept forgetting about her… he visited her everyday at the hospital wing in between classes and would even skip dinner sometimes just to watch her. Even Ron didn't visit her as much – once in two days, most of the time.

That night, Draco sat in the hospital wing as usual, reading a book to Hermione, eventhough he knew she couldn't hear him.

"He pushed her hair behind her ear and leaned over. She closed her eyes and moved forward as well, ready to embrace in a kiss. It felt so different, when their lips touched. A feeling she had never felt before. A feeling of fate.." Draco stopped reading and stared at Hermione, who still wasn't moving a muscle.

"This book sucks," Draco muttered, tossing the thick book aside. "Love is so overrated. What do I know about love, anyway? I can't even get to be with the girl I want so badly. Stupid mark. Because of you, I have to stay away from Hermione. Damn you, Lucius Malfoy." He slapped his left arm where the dark mark was, but it only caused him more pain. His mark didn't turn out like Crabbe or Goyle's marks… no matter how hard Draco tried to heal the wound on his arm, it just kept on bleeding. He wondered if You-Know-Who wanted to punish him by simply imprinting that stupid mark on his skin and letting it bleed for the rest of his life. Then he wondered if he was allergic to dark marks…

"AaaahhhH!"

Draco looked up and gasped. "Hermione!" He reached over to hug her, but she pushed him away quickly, screaming like a mad woman.

"Get away from me! Get away from me!" Hermione tried to move far away from Draco. He looked at her, confused and hurt, but attempted to touch her arm.

"Don't touch me!"

"Hermione, is something wr-.."

"How do you know my name! WHO ARE YOU!"

Draco sat back in shock. He knew what had gone wrong… Hermione couldn't remember him. The spell she had been under erased her entire memory. She didn't know who he was, she didn't know where she was, and she probably didn't know anything about herself. Maybe only the fact that her name was Hermione Granger.

"Answer me!" Hermione demanded.

"What is all this noise about?" Madam Pomfrey came running out of a room. Hermione struggled to get out of bed and backed away from Draco and Madam Pomfrey.

"Who are you people!" She demanded to know.

"Dear, calm down!" Madam Pomfrey said. Draco sat there silently, feeling like an elephant just sat on him.

"Not until you tell me who you are!" Hermione yelled.

"Alright alright! My name is Madam Pomfrey, and this boy here is Draco," Madam Pomfrey introduced awkwardly. "You are in Hogwarts."

"What is that – a night club?

"No, a school," Madam Pomfrey said irritatedly. "You are a student here. You were abused recently by some horrible wizards. They casted a spell on you and you lost your memory," she explained.

"Whoa whoa whoa. Wait a second. Wizards? Spells? What planet are ya'll from?" Hermione backed up. Draco sighed and shook his head.

"The wizarding world. You're a witch," he said briefly.

Hermione laughed. "A witch? It's just getting better and better. What next – you're going to tell me my mother is a duck and my dad's a jelly bean?"

Madam Pomfrey coughed and turned to Draco. "This is serious. A student just lost her memory! She has no idea who she is and where she's from. Run off and tell Professor Dumbledore. I'll work on the cure right away. This has happened before many years ago… I just can't remember how I made that stupid potion…" She looked at Hermione sympathetically and hurried back into her room.

Hermione picked up a mirror on a table beside her. She gasped and grinned widely. "I'm kinda pretty, doncha think?" She looked at her face with the mirror from all angles and sighed. "Just the hair…"

Draco looked away. He hadn't imagined Hermione's comeback would have been like this. He was glad that she even managed to wake up from that horrible coma, but he expected something more… serious?

"How long was I asleep? I look dreadful! Like, my nails are all blunt! You got an emery board or a buffer or something?" Hermione asked Draco. He shook his head. He didn't even know what an emery board or a buffer was. Hermione rolled his eyes at him and flicked her hair about, still staring in the mirror. He looked at Hermione frowning at her hair. The old Hermione never bothered much about her hair. The old Hermione didn't talk like a brainless idiot. He didn't want the new Hermione… The new Hermione was the exact type of girl he disliked. The kind of girl Pansy was.

"Hey you know, you're kinda cute," Hermione commented, staring at Draco. He blushed and kept quiet. "That whole aloof thing isn't gonna work. Flirt with me or something! Gosh, men are so clueless!"

Draco stared at her blankly. What the heck was she talking about!

"I uh.. I gotta go. It's getting kind of late and I'm feeling very tired. I'll see you in the morning, okay?" Draco said, hurrying out the room.

"Whatever. I'm kinda thirsty though. Feels like I haven't drank a drop of water in weeks. Can you -.." Hermione said, but Draco was already running out the door.

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"HERMIONE!" Ron screamed. They were at the great hall, the rest already halfway through their breakfast. Ron reached over and attempted to kiss her, but she pushed him away.

"Eww."

She continued walking and looked around for anyone she knew. Somehow at the back of her mind, she recognized almost everyone, but she just couldn't put a finger to it who they were. Then she noticed a cute guy with full moon spectacles and a lightning scar on his forehead talking to a pretty girl. Target number one, Scarhead.

"Hermione!" he exclaimed happily. She grinned and leaned over to kiss him. When she pulled back, she frowned at the shock and somewhat disgusted look on Scarehead's face.

"What – am I not kissing you right?" Hermione asked.

"No, it's nothing like that, Mione. It's just that… you've never kissed me before," Scarhead explained.

"Really?" Hermione said. "Well, I just did. Did you like it?"

"Well, you kiss well Hermione –.." Scarhead started. The pretty girl who had been talking to him earlier whacked his head hard. "Harry!" she said angrily.

"Continue, uh, Harry," Hermione purred.

"But Ginny's my girlfriend. Remember?"

Hermione stared at them. "Oh, I see." Her cheeks flushed and she ate quietly

"What's wrong with you, Hermione?" Ron muttered, sitting beside her.

"Oh, it's you again," Hermione muttered. "What do you want?"

"I'm you BOYFRIEND, Mione. Have you forgotten?" Ron yelled angrily.

Hermione's jaw dropped. "Boyfriend! Oh, there must be some mistake," Hermione looked him up and down. Ron turned red with embarrassment.

"Hermione, stop acting this way. It's rude, it's inconsiderate, and you just kissed my boyfriend! What's gotten into you? You know, I was so glad that you came back from your coma, but it's like you've changed in your sleep!" Ginny yelled at her.

"She doesn't know who she is," a voice said behind her. They turned to look at Draco. "I just spoke with Dumbledore. She can't remember who she is, and this might be temporary or permanent."

Ginny looked like she was going to burst in tears.

"Say hello to the new Hermione."

I know it's a bit different from my usual writing, but I'm not feeling so serious, after all that stress over the exams. So here's a bitchy choke I mean witchy chapter of Hermione totally losing her mind… it's just a little twist to have some fun with the story, but don't worry… If you hate it, its okay, because I think I'll hate it too when I re-read it later. Next chapter is going to be serious. Seriously boring. Oh, and of course, REVIEW!