Unknown - Prolouge
Summary: Draco loses his memory... does it really matter how?
A pale platnuim blonde teenager woke up in a blindingly white room between overly startched and itchy sheets. A large older woman came bustling over to him the instint she saw him awake.
"How are you feeling Mr. Malfoy, you gave us quite a scare!" the nurse said as she started poking him with her wand and exicuting basic tests. He looked at her dumbly.
"Mr. Malfoy?" he repeated. The nurse's prodding paused long enough for her to glance at him and sigh before it started right back up with new vigor.
"I guess that means you lost your memory. Considering you almost died it isn't too surprising." she said, stopping her tests to scribble down something on a piece of parchment.
"I almost... died?" he asked, looking paler than usual, if that was even possible. The nurse bobbed her head up and down as she continued to write.
"Good morning Madam Pomfrey!" a young girl called from the doorway as she headed over toward the two. "Who came in?" she asked as she stepped out from behind the nurse. "Oh, it's just him." she said distastfully.
"I know, isn't it wonderful he's finally awake!" the nurse said, hugging the girl. "I thought he was going into a coma!"
"Yes, wonderful." she said in a wonderful immitation of Snape's monotone.
"The only horrible thing is," she paused and jotted the last bits of information down, "his memory seems to be lost." The girl froze.
"Malfoy lost his memory?" the brunette said in awe. "I thought he wouldn't have a scratch if he woke up."
"Well," the nurse said dramaticlly, "it seems something else must've went wrong. The poor dear could be dying for all I know!" The nurse ran into her office to cry. The girl sighed before glaring at Malfoy.
"So you're going to play everyone for a fool then ferret?" she snapped.
"Ferret? Where?" Draco said, looking around, truly confused. The girl's eyes widened.
"She wasn't kidding. Do you remember anything?" the girl pressed. Draco shook his head, looking like a confused, innocent, five year old. "That's alright." she said, softly placing a hand on his forearm as she sat on the edge of the bed. "Madam Pomfery will fix you up in no time! So, according to her," the girl picked up the nurse's notes, "you are... completely healty... but lost your memory. Odd. Oh well, Dumbledore can figure it out."
"Dumbledore?" Draco repeated.
"The Headmaster. You're in a school, this is the school informary, the school has a Headmaster named Dumbledore." she said calmly. She put down the notes and handed him a glass of water. "Here, your throat seems dry." He smiled at her before drinking half of it and handing it back. She set it back on the night stand.
"My name is Mr. Malfoy!" Draco said happily. "What's yours?" The girl laughed and nodded.
"Your name is Draco Malfoy, and I'm Hermione Granger. Nice to meet you... again." He looked at her and blinked.
"We know each other?" he asked. She nodded and rubbed his forearm to calm him before standing up.
"We do, we did, we will. I have to go now though. Bye." she said, heading for the door.
"Hermione?" he called once she reached the door. She turned to face him. "Will you come back?" He looked terrified and Hermione frowned a moment before smiling.
"Of course I will!" she said before slipping out the door. He watched the doors blankly as Madam Pomfrey, puffy eyed and red nosed, came back to run many more tests on him.
Hermione, while this was happening, went to her Friday classes. She was really glad it was Friday too, because that's when all the teachers like to give tests, so she just scribbled down the answers and zoned out while waiting for the end of class. Her mind just kept wandering back to how terified Draco looked, asking if she would come back.
She went to the hospital wing every morning to see Madam Pomfrey and help her care for the patients there. She was usually in there at night as well but for much longer. After her last class she couldn't help but head straight to the informary to check on Draco.
"Thank goodness! Miss Granger!" she heard Madam Pomfery call as soon as she entered the hospital wing. She walked briskly to her side where she was mending a broken bone. "Heal all you can! No mercy! It's simply over flowing today!" And she was right. All the beds were full, the front two however were being sat on like a bench for the most minor injurys with about five to a bed. She headed over to those first. She finished quickly as most were first years with scrapes and jinxs. She looked at the cauos and started down the side Madam Pomfrey wasn't tending to. She healed up a huge gash in the head, a broken arm, a horribly wrong jinx, a student with food poisining and a small girl who kept talking gibberish trying to explain the curse that was on her before looking at the other side. The hospital wing was now only a quarter full. The two kept working for a good half hour and the only person left was Draco, watching innocently from his bed in the corner.
Hermione headed toward Draco but Madam Pomfrey caught her. "Two drops of the green and one of the orange. Try talking to him also, he's seemed awful lonesome all day too. Another one!" she cried out the last part as another quidditch player covered in bruises with a broken limb hobbled in. Hermione smiled at the distraction and headed for Draco once more. She closed the curtain so no one would see them talking, and because the person who walked in was a Slytherin and she figured Draco talking to a muggleborn would be hard to explain. She sat on the edge of the bed and had Malfoy take the potions before she smiled brightly at him.
"I'm back! And now you're all done with potions, for now atleast." she said happily as she handed him the once again full, glass of water. He gratefully took it and drank the whole thing before starring at the bottom. "Would you like some more?" Hermione asked hesitantly. Draco didn't pay any attention to her question however.
"Can you keep a secret?" he asked, glaring into the bottom of the cup, making sure not to look at her. Hermione smiled and nodded as she automaticlly started smoothing wrinkles in the sheets. "Some boy was sitting next to me and kept saying mean things about people. He said you were going to die. He laughed and started asking me questions so I pretended to be asleep. What was he talking about?"
"Do you know the boy's name?" Hermione asked automaticlly guessing it was a Slytherin. Draco nodded.
"Blaise something..." he said, thinking about it.
"You have to understand, he doesn't like me very much. He doesn't like people like me either, so he probably meant that he was going to kill me." Hermione explained slowly and carefully. Draco nodded.
"That makes sense, but why does he want to kill you?" he asked, handing her back the cup and looking at her. Hermione looked at the cup before setting it back on the nightstand.
"I'm not a pureblood." she said simply, turning to face him. She looked so indiffrent but her eyes gave her away.
"Don't cry!" Draco said despretly, wrapping his arms around the arm Hermione had on the bed. "I didn't mean to make you cry," he whispered. She laughed and gave him a hug.
"I'm fine. You on the other hand look tired. You should sleep. I should be going anyway." she said, waiting for him to let go of her arm. He loosened his grip and let her tuck him in. She kissed him on the forehead before turning toward the curtain.
"Will you come back, Hermione?" Draco whispered. She smiled and didn't bother to even turn around.
"Yes, I'll be back in the morning." she said, leaving the curtained in corner and then the hospital wing, all the while seeing Draco ask about what Blaise had said...
A/N: I know! I am an idiot for starting a story when I have two already but I like this one even though it's really cliche! I'm sorry about updating too, but I've been busy with school and then Hurricane Rita came toward us so I'm just happy it turned north! Well, not truely happy, it hurt all those people... but they say only one has died so that's good news! Review and I'll try my best to update ASAP!