Okay, I lied. I wasn't writing as you were reading the other chapter. But I had to go to bed. I'll try to get the next chapter out as soon as I can after this one. I have nothing to do all day.
When he left I felt like a part of me went with him.
You know, it's strange, considering I don't remember him. He is sweet and hot but I know nothing about him. Still, I felt so sad when he walked out the door. I ran to the window and watched him vanish into thin air.
I didn't do much for the next couple weeks. I was starting to remember little things, my fourth birthday party, my parents, but I couldn't remember anything after ten. I couldn't dwell on anything though. I had a country to run.
Harry finally convinced me to go to the healer (a magic person doctor, who would have guessed?) and find out why I had amnesia.
So, here I was, sitting in some weird chair, getting asked questions by some normal looking guy. Actually he was kind of cute but that's beside the point.
"Do you remeber anything?" No shit, why the hell do you think I'm here?
"I remeber bits and peices up until I was ten. Then I go blank." He wrote something down and looked back at me.
"So you don't remember anything about Hogwarts or Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy?" What the hell did I just say?
"No."
"I think you may have selective amnesia. It's very common after the patient has had an enormous trauma."
"Will I get my memory back?"
"It's uncertain for now. It might take a week, or even a year. You might not get it back at all."
"How do mosty people get it back?"
"Well, most times something connecting them to their past comes up and it triggers a response in the brain. This could cause you to remember things." No luck there. Already met lots of people from my past.
"Is there anything you can do?"
"I'm afraid not."
"Thanks." For nothing. I walked out the door and took the car back to the castle. I was watching Passions in the limo when a comercial came on. I reached for the remote to mute it but I stopped to look at what comercial it was. Tampax.
"Shit. Fred, what day is it?" Fred was my driver. Kind of boring name next to Hermione.
"The twentieth." Double shit. I was late. I spotted a Walmart (I don't know if they have walmarts over there but o well) and yelled at him to pull over. I bought what I needed and told Fred to step on it. When he pulled beside the castle I hopped out and ran all the way to my bathroom. I pulled out my purchase and followed the insturctions carefully.
While I was waiting, I tidied up my room. The timer dinged and I ran into the bathroom again. I picked up the test and screamed as I read the results.
It was positive.
(I was going to end it there but I decided to add Draco)
It's been nine hard months. I thought not knowing where she was was hard, but this was worse. Knowing exactly where she is, seeing her on the news everyday. Hearing gossip about her. After about three months I shut myself away from the world. My mother didn't try to contact me for she was mad that I didn't marry Hermione even though she doesn't remember me.
I fell asleep in front of the TV, which I decided I like very much, and was awoken by the doorbell. I opened the door surpised to find Callia standning with a budle in her arms.
"Hi. Do you want to come in?" she shook her head.
"This is from her. I am so sorry this has to be like this. There is a note from her to." She handed me the budle and the note. I looked inside the bundle and gasped. It was a baby girl.
"Wait, what am I supposed to do?" But she was gone.
"Name her." I heard someone whisper. I knew exactly whose child this was and what I was going to name her.
Flashback
We were locked in a tiny room by my mother. We had been fighting about who was smarter and who would get a higher score on the O.W.L.S. next year. My mother heard us yelling and told us to work out our differences.
"We might as well do something." she said after staring at the wall for fifteen minutes.
"Truth or dare?"
"Just truth. Can't really do any dares in here."
"You'd be surprised." I smiled cockily and she grimaced.
"I don't want to know. You go first."
"FIne. Are you a virgin?"
"Yes, but no need to ask you that." I smiled again, knowing she was right.
"What is your favorite band?"
"Marron Five." I said sheepishly.
"You like a muggle band? I am surprised. I can see the headline now. Muggle hater Draco Malfoy might just be the exact opposite."
"That's to long to be a headline."
"It's the meaning that matters." She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily.
"What would you name your child?" She looked really surpsised then. "Come on. We all know women dream about that kind of stuff."
"Shut up. Well, if it was a boy, I'd pick Jason."
"Jason?"
"And if it was a girl," she continued as if she didn't hear me, "I name it Isabella."
"Now that is a normal name. I like it." My mother chose that moment to knock on the door and ask if we were getting along. We shouted yes and she let us out.
End Flashback
I picked up the letter, reading it as I rocked the baby.
Dear Draco
Surprise! Kinda came as a shock when I found out. Guess all those Trojan jokes just didn't stick. I know it doesn't seem fair that I'm dumping her on you but I have a country to run. The only thing running through my mind during the preganancy was I don't know the father. Not really. I couldn't look at this child and not be able to tell her anything about you when she asks. I have no doubt in my mind that you will love her just as I would. I do love her, I just can't put her through the drama going on with me. Take care of her Draco, love her, never leave her. Tell her about me, as I would not have been able to. Remember that I love you, even if I don't remember it. Name her, give her lots of hugs from me, and keep the real me alive in her.
You'll be the first one I call.
Hermione
I rocked her in my arms as my heart broke and mended itself over and over again.
"I love you so much, Isabella Hermione Malfoy." She cooed in my arms and together, we fell asleep.
Tear. Sad chapter. By the way, for some special people, she bought a pregancy test. Short chapter I know. I'll try to write the next one after lunch.
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