1Here it is! Chapter 3! Yay! Thanks to everyone who has commented so far. I hope you like this new chapter.
Memories of Us
Chapter Three
Hermione sank herself into the hot, soothing water that filled her porcelain claw-foot tub. There was nothing like a bath to refresh your mind when it's in overdrive. And Malfoy in her house, acting all nice was definitely sending her mind into overdrive. Her head was filled with a thousand different thoughts, all racing through her mind at the same time.
Had there always been hope that Malfoy could have been brought to the good side? Was there any of that hope still left? Bolting up in the tub, one thought occurred to her: maybe there was something left to save. Could she be the one to do it? Could she save him? Leaning back against the side of the tub once again, Hermione sighed.
She would do it. If she had to die in the process, she would try and bring Malfoy over to their side. She didn't know how, but she knew she would try.
Grabbing her razor off the counter next to her, Hermione began to shave her legs. Things with Draco were beginning to get strange. It was almost as if he were trying not to remember anything. She began to formulate a plan to get him to confess. And if he didn't confess with his mouth, then maybe his body language would give it away,
Her legs shaved, she rose from the tub and pulled the plug. It was only six o'clock by the time Hermione had dressed and fixed her hair.
Coming to the bottom of the stairs, she noticed Draco was still in a trance in front of the television. "Hey, Malfoy. How about getting something to eat? I know this great little place I think you might like in muggle London."
Looking up from the T.V., Draco swallowed, hard. Hermione was in a tight denim miniskirt, something he never thought she would even think of owning. She also wore a green shirt that was cut low, revealing quite a bit of her...assets. Where has this Hermione been all throughout school? he thought. She's actually attractive without the books and librarian knowhow.
Shaking his head, Draco told himself to stop thinking about her as anything more than a way to stay hidden.
"Uh, yeah. Sure. Why not?" He rose from the couch, turned of the tube.
"Great. There's something I want to discuss with you when we get there." Grabbing a small purse she had placed on the counter a few minutes prior, they headed out the door. "Do you remember how to apparate?"
"Yes. I think so." With that he disappeared, only to pop up two seconds later not even ten feet from where he left. "Yes. I definitely remember."
"Okay. Let's apparate to London then."
Draco was amazed by everything as he and Hermione wandered into this place called the Hard Rock Café. Never before had he seen anything like it. They were seated fairly quickly and their orders taken soon after.
"I was wondering if you would want to help the Order in any way?" She sipped at her drink and looked at him as he swallowed the bite in his mouth.
"What's the Order?" Draco had nearly choked on the food in his mouth when she had asked him that question. "Is it like some sort of cult?"
"A cult? No. We're a group dedicated to the downfall of Voldemort. We have people in our group you would never imagine were even against Voldemort in the first place."
"Oh..." Hermione could tell he was growing tenser with each passing second. "I guess I could help."
"That's great. Now that I know that you're willing to help, there's just one more question I need answered," she said, leaning over the table a bit and giving him a somewhat flirtatious smile. If her intuition was correct, then she would know
Draco leaned in as well, giving her a smile of his own, replied, "What?"
"Why are you pretending that you have amnesia?" She tilted her head to one side, still smiling and his mouth fell open.
Draco couldn't believe she had called his bluff. He had no idea what to say in response to her. All he could do was sit back and run his hands through his hair a couple times. Sighing, he finally came clean.
"I never wanted to complete the mission I was given. Dumbledore was the only one who ever believed I had any good in me. Even when I gave him during school, he would always tell me, 'I know you can do better; I expect you to do better.' He would still be alive if my mother hadn't bonded Snape and I.
"Of course, Snape had to go through with it, or both of us would have been killed for not completing it. Dumbledore knew full and well of our bond. He chose to let Snape do it. Now the Death Eaters are after me. I came upon your house not knowing you lived there. When I realized it was you, I had to play dumb. I didn't know if you let me in otherwise."
Hermione sat silent for a long time, pondering what to say back. She couldn't believe the words that had just come out of his mouth. Biting her lip, she said, "You know, maybe you should have had a little more in me. We're enemies, granted, but who's to say I wouldn't have let you in?" He opened his mouth to argue, but she cut him off. "I probably wouldn't have believed you never wanted to kill Dumbledore, but if you had told me the Death Eaters were after you, maybe I would have let you in."
"I'm sorry, but who's to say you would have let me in?"
"Guess we'll never know now...for now you have my permission to stay there as long as you answer me one thing."
"Fine. Ask away."
"Are you actually willing to help the Order destroy Voldemort once and for all?"
Draco stared at her, contemplating her question. Would he sacrifice everything he had, give up everything he knew? Was there really a chance he could help them after what he tried to do? Without another thought, he answered, "Yes."
