A/N: I'm not sure just yet how this will turn out but I do know that nothing terrible is going to happen…well hopefully nothing terrible will happen but I don't know what ideas might come to me. Do any of you even like this story? I mean hardly anyone has reviewed it so I am feeling a little down because I'm not sure how this is going. Please let me know.

DISCLAIMER: I only own the plot…man Harry Potter is awesome…ponders what it would be like to be the author of HP

Chapter 3: A love lost?

Hermione stayed with Thomas day in and day out for the next few weeks. He slowly got better and was able to breath on his own. Narcissa came to visit once a week and bought some home made baby blankets with her. Hermione didn't mention Draco when Narcissa came to visit. She hadn't been told that Draco had woken up. Narcissa didn't tell her either because Draco couldn't remember the last 3 years of his life. He had no idea that he had ever been with Hermione and he didn't know that it had been him who had murdered his father. The doctors had told Narcissa not to mention anything to Hermione and Draco because he needed time to recover from being in a coma for 2 years and too much stress might be more than he could handle and it would make his healing process slower.

The day finally came where Hermione could take Thomas home. She had taken leave from work to care for him and her boss had given her as much time as she needed. Thomas was almost completely healthy. He speech had been slightly affected by the pneumonia but the doctors had assured Hermione that he would make a full recovery. Before she left St Mungo's, Hermione decided she would go and visit Draco one more time. She hadn't been to see him since the first time and when she got up to his ward she was surprised to see his room door open. Hermione walked over to it feeling slightly confused. She looked in and was shocked to see his bed empty. She ran over to the witch at the reception desk.

"Where is he? What happened to Draco?" Hermione asked worriedly. The reception lady smiled at her.

"Mr Malfoy is at the physiotherapy ward. They are teaching him to walk properly again."

"Walk…? Wait he's awake?" Hermione was shocked. How long had he been awake for? Why hadn't anyone told her? Why hadn't Narcissa told her?

"He has been awake for a few weeks now." The receptionist told Hermione. Without another word, Hermione left the ward and went to take her son home. When she arrived back at her son's room, she was surprised to see Narcissa standing their holding Thomas. He was giggling, as Narcissa played peek-a-boo with him. Hermione walked over to them and put her arms out to take her son.

"Mummy!" Thomas cried with joy as he almost leapt into her arms, "We go Grandma's?" he asked.

"Not today darling." Hermione glared slightly at Narcissa.

"Hermione what is it?" Narcissa asked frowning.

"How could you not tell me? He's awake and even learning to walk again and you didn't even tell me?" Hermione said angrily.

"Hermione please. You have to understand. His doctors told me not to. It would be too much for him. He…He doesn't remember." She told Hermione quietly.

"He doesn't remember? About us? About Thomas? The son he named after his Grandfather?"

Narcissa shook her head as tears started falling. Hermione couldn't take it in that her once loving boyfriend had forgotten about the child they had made together while they were at Hogwarts. He didn't even remember that they used to be a couple before his coma.

"Narcissa I'm sorry. I didn't know. How much memory has he lost?" Hermione placed an arm around Narcissa.

"3 Years. He doesn't even remember killing his father."

"Is there anything I can do?"

Narcissa shook her head. Thomas looked at his Grandmother.

"Aww…Grandma crying Mummy." He said innocently as he tried to cuddle Narcissa. Narcissa let out a little laugh through her tears. Thinking hard, Narcissa made a very sensible decision.

"I think Draco is well enough now to see you…both of you."

"Really? Are you sure? What about his doctors orders?"

"I am his mother and I say he will be fine. Lets go now. He should be back from physio."

Hermione followed Narcissa out of the room with Thomas on her hip. They walked up to Draco's room and found him sitting on his bed trying to read a book. He looked up as his mother entered.

"Hello Mother. How are you?"

"I'm fine honey. Draco there is someone I think you need to see." Hermione walked in the room. Draco looked from her to Thomas then back to his mother.

"What is she doing here?" he snarled.

"Draco please. You have to know what happened before your coma."

"And how the hell would you know what happened before my coma? It's Dumbledore's fault I was here in the first place. If I hadn't tried to stop him killing my father, I would never have been put in a coma."

Narcissa took hold of Thomas and left Hermione and Draco alone. Hermione walked closer to Draco's bed.

"No he didn't. Draco you need to know the truth and I can tell you if you'll listen to me."

"Why would I want to listen to a filthy Mudblood like you?" Draco snarled. Tears formed in Hermione's eyes and without saying anything else she stormed out of his room. Draco fell back onto his pillows. What was his mother doing talking to Granger? And why did she take the child, who Draco presumed to be Hermione's? The child looked oddly familiar to him. He tried to push that thought aside but he couldn't. The child looked to be only 2 years old. That was how long he had been in a coma for. The more he thought about it thought about it the more the child became familiar. Then it dawned on him who the child looked like.

"He looks like me! But that can't be right. Can it?" he muttered to himself. If only he knew what had transpired in the ten months before the Great Battle.

Hermione walked over to Narcissa with tears in her eyes.

"What happened? Did he listen to you?" Narcissa asked anxiously.

"He called me a Mudblood. He hasn't said that to me since Hogwarts." Thomas put his arms out for his mother to take him.

"Its ok Hermione he doesn't mean it you know that." Narcissa told her soothingly.

"Will you talk to him? Tell him about us?" Hermione asked her as they walked off to the elevator.

"Of course I will. You and Thomas are a part of my family now and Draco will just have to learn to accept that. I was hoping that by seeing his son, Draco might regain some of his memory but it might take a while."

"I hope so. How about you come over for dinner one night? Just you me and Thomas?"

"I'd love that. Owl me with the date and time and I'll be there. Oh and Hermione?"

"Yeah?" Hermione asked as Narcissa pulled the her into a motherly hug.

"I'm here for you now as well, okay?" She smiled at Hermione as she walked out the doors carrying her now healthy son. Hermione smiled back and Thomas waved at his Grandmother.

Hermione decided to take the train back to her apartment, which was situated in the lovely town of Luton. Thomas had never been on a train before and was positively delighted by it as his favourite T.V. show was Thomas the Tank Engine and Friends.

"Mummy we on Thomas?" he asked Hermione looking around for the little blue engine he loved so much.

"No honey we are on a different train. Thomas has smoke coming out of him."

"I want go on him but."

"We can't because he is sick today."

"Poor Thomas. He get better but will he?"

"Yes of course he will."

Thomas smiled at this and nestled himself against his mother's chest and was soon asleep as they made there way home. Hermione carried him up the stairs to her apartment and put him into his cot. Before she left the room though he woke up.

"Mummy…we home?" Thomas asked. Hermione picked him back up out of the cot and carried him into the lounge room.

"Are you hungry Thomas?" Hermione asked.

"Me have cake for food?"

"No. You have to have some lunch first. Do you want a sandwich?"

Thomas nodded enthusiastically.

"With vehemite on it?"

"What do you say first?"

"Pwease."

"Good boy. You stay here and play while I make it alright?" Thomas nodded and Hermione went off to make his sandwich. When she came back into the lounge room however the sight that met her eyes made her drop the plate she was carrying causing it to smash and the vegemite sandwich went everywhere.

"What do you think your doing?" Hermione cried rushing over to grab her son.

"He's mine isn't he?" Draco asked coldly. He had apperated from St Mungo's and had been playing with Thomas while Hermione made him a sandwich.

"Mummy where my vehemite sanddich goneded?" Thomas asked starting to cry.

"I dropped it sweetie. Mummy will make you a new one and then I want you to eat it at the table while I talk to this man ok?"

"Yes Mummy." Hermione carried him into the kitchen with her and made him another sandwich. She sat him at the table in the dining room and went back into the lounge room to talk to Draco. With a lazy flick of her wand Hermione cleaned up the mess from the dropped plate and sat on the lounge next to Draco.

"Well. Is he mine or not?"

"What do you think Draco? He looks like you doesn't he?" Hermione said sounding annoyed.

"Why would I have a child to a Mudblood?"

"You didn't have a child to a muggle born Draco. You had a child to me and I'm not muggleborn, remember? Two years ago when we were together at Hogwarts?"

"You and me? Together? I don't think so." Draco said looking slightly disgusted, "and if your not a mudblood then who are you?"

"Ok. Let me start from the beginning. You defied Lord Voldemort. You went against every thing your father had ever taught you and joined forces with Dumbledore to fight Voldemort in the Great Battle. Then I found out that my real name is Harmony Stone. You were there for me when I couldn't tell anyone else. Ring any bells?"

"No. Are you lying to me? Have you got proof?"

"Proof? You want bloody proof? Have a look at the little boy sitting at the dining room table eating his lunch. Isn't that proof enough for you?" Hermione yelled angrily. Draco looked slightly shocked.

"So…we were a couple then? And I was in league with Dumbledore. If this is true why can't I remember any of it?"

"Because you have been in a coma for the last two years. The night Thomas-"

"Thomas?"

"Our son. You chose the name because it is your Grandfather's name."

"But…How…Oh my god you are telling the truth. Granger was I in love with you?"

"Yes you were and I loved you."

"Loved?"

"I still love you. I will always love you and I want to help you remember everything that happened before you were hit with that curse that put you into the coma. But I can see you're the jerk you always were so maybe I can't help."

"Which Dumbledore himself fired at me."

"No he didn't. It was your loving aunt who sent the curse your way. Right after you killed…" Hermione didn't want to finish that sentence.

"Killed who? Tell me who I killed."

"No please Draco. I shouldn't be telling you this. You need to concentrate on building up your strength before I fill in your memory."

"I'm strong enough to know who I killed. Please just tell me Hermione." Draco said. Hermione looked up at him. He had sounded like his old self for a second there.

"I can't. Please Draco just go. I will tell you when your ready. Just…just go." Hermione said tears filling her eyes once again. Draco looked at Hermione at a loss for words. He didn't say anything else and after staring at Hermione for a few more seconds, he dissappareted back to St Mungo's. Hermione dissolved into tears. The man she loved was once again back in her life but even though she loved him as deep as ever, could she bring back the passion they had once shared?