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Please Remember

Chapter Two

"I know I did baby. I'm so sorry. But I have to go. I'll watch over you though. I'll keep you safe. I'll always be with you." Ella leant down and gave Hermione the biggest hug her little body could muster..

"I love you Mummy!" Ella cried. She kissed Hermione lightly on the lips. Draco looked down and stroked Hermione's hair. He leant down quickly and brushed his lips lightly on her's.

Draco stood from the floor, Ella in his arms. He turned to face Hermione, tears falling down his cheeks. Voldemort smiled evily, and with out a seconds thought, lifted his wand and spoke the words that ended Misses Hermione Jane Granger Malfoy's life forever. "Avada Kedavra."

"Ahh!" Draco screamed as he shot up in bed. He looked around quickly trying to remember where he was. He sighed in relief as he realized he was in his bed, in his house. It was just a nightmare. A memory of that terrible night. He really had to do something about these nightmares.

As if she was called, Ella came running into his bedroom at great speed. "Daddy, are you okay?" she asked quickly. Draco nodded and stepped out of bed. He walked over to Ella and embraced her in a hug.

"I better get ready for work. Are you going to be okay staying home today?"

Ella nodded as she rolled her eyes. "Daddy, I am fifteen! I can handle staying home for a few hours." She laughed slightly as she turned around and walked down the stairs.

Draco walked into the bathroom and started the shower. He went over to the mirror and looked at his reflection. Underneath his eyes, it looked like he had bruises. Lack of sleep he suspected. He leaned over the sink and thought about his nightmare. He's been having them a lot lately. Shaking his head he looked up into the mirror, but gasped at what he saw. He turned around quickly, but she wasn't there. He turned back around to the mirror. Inconspicuously, he reached up and touched the mirror. "Hermione," he whispered under his breath. "Hermione I am so sorry. I-I never...I never meant for any of this to happen." A silent tear fell down his cheeks as he traced Hermione's profile on the mirror.

He was brought out of his dumbfounded state when Ella knocked on the door. "Dad? Are you almost done? I made you some breakfast."

Draco looked towards the door and replied, "I'll be out in about ten minutes baby." He looked back to the mirror, but was shocked when the only thing he saw was his own pale reflection. Shaking his head he quickly stripped his clothes from his body and stepped into the shower while muttering something along the lines of, "I've gone bloody mental."

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Ten minutes later Draco was smelling of vanilla and lavenders. Okay, so what if it wasn't a man's scent? That's how Hermione always smelled and it always helped him relax. He sighed as he ran his hand threw his white-blonde hair.

He arrived in the kitchen to see Ella sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in one hand, and a book in the other. Draco smiled at this picture. So much like her mother that one.

Draco sat down at the dinning table. Ella had already made him a plate. Bacon and scrambled eggs. Draco reached for his fork, and carefully, but quickly, ate his breakfast. He took a quick drink of his juice, and then raised from the table. He walked over to the sink and placed his dirty dishes in the sink. Walking over to the door, he grabbed his jacket and yelled towards his daughter. "Ella, I'm leaving for work now. If you need anything you can call my cell phone. I'll be back around six o'clock!"

"Okay Dad! I'll be fine don't worry so much!"

Draco rolled his eyes and set off towards work.

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Draco stepped into the little coffee shop. He always came here in the morning. He walked up to the counter and looked at the young man behind it. He was probably around his early twenties or so. Draco cleared his throat and the young man turned around.

"Aw! Mr. Malfoy. The usual I presume?" Draco nodded and the man turned around to make his coffee.

While Draco waited patiently, he heard the bell on the door, signaling someone had entered. Out of instinct, Draco turned around to see who it was. Draco's jaw hit the floor and his eyes went wide with shock. Holy mother of Merlin. It can't be! Draco walked up to the brown-haired, chocolate-eyed beauty who stood before him.

Walking up to her, he cleared his throat. "H-Hermione?" he said in a barely audible whisper. The young woman turned around and Draco caught his breath.

"Excuse me, but do I know you?" she asked innocently. Draco stared at her in disbelief. He shook his head and quickly recollected his thoughts.

"I'm sorry, it's just...You look exactly like someone I used to know." He sat down beside her absentmindedly. "I-Is your name...Would your name happen to be Hermione Malfoy?"

"No," the young woman shook her head. "My name is Hermione Granger." Draco caught his breath quickly and his heart started to pound vigorously in his chest.

"I-I...I'm sorry. May I ask you to repeat what you just said?"

"Umm..." the confused woman looked at the man before her. "Hermione Granger. My name is Hermione Granger...Not Malfoy."

Draco couldn't believe it. Not only had she survived The Dark Lord's 'Avada Curse', but she was completely unknowlegable of who she was...sort of.

Draco was about to leave the table when a glimmering light caught his eye. He looked down towards Hermione's hand and noticed her wedding ring on her finger. A twinge of pain gnawed at his heart. He looked back at the woman sitting before him. "If you don't mind me asking, where did you get that lovely ring?"

Hermione looked at him curiously but then replied, "I don't really remember. I've had this for as long as I can remember." Draco sighed and took her hand in his. Hermione looked at him with wide eyes. "W-What's going on here?"

"Do you know Harry Potter, Ron Weasly, or Draco Malfoy?" Hermione nodded. Of course she did!

"Of course I do! Harry Potter is the boy who lived through Voldemort's curse, and Ron is his best friend. And Draco Malfoy," her face had a hint of disgust on her face. "Draco Malfoy is the son of the ever-so-famous Lucius Malfoy. Hey," she had realized something. "H-How do you know about..."

"I'm Draco Malfoy, Hermione. I have a daughter"-he paused for a moment-"we have a daughter named Ella." Hermione looked at the man confused. What the hell was he talking about? She never had sex with Draco Malfoy before! She'd never even talked to him before.

Draco shook his head and realized this was getting him nowhere. "Look. I can prove it to you! That ring on your finger, if you look inside it says 'To My Wonderful Angel'." Hermione quickly took of the ring and looked inside. She gasped and dropped the ring on the table. She looked back at Draco and said, "H-How d-did you k-know that?" Draco shook his head. He was starting to get frustrated.

"Because Hermione. I am the one who gave it to you. It's your wedding ring. We were married. We have a daughter named Ella. Eight years ago, you were caught by Voldemort, and he killed you right infront of us. Well, we thought he killed you. You went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and you were best friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasly." Draco looked at Hermione, eyes full of hope. He wanted her to remember. He needed her to remember.

"You've gone absolutly bonkers. I have never been married a day in my life, and...I-I don't have a d-daughter." Hermione pushed her chair out to leave but Draco caught her by the wrist.

"Please, Hermione," he whispered. "You have to remember. Here," he handed her a card. "Call me tonight, around six o'clock. Please." He stared hard into Hermione's eyes as she walked out the door.

Please remember, Hermione.