Author's Note: Hey everyone! Sorry it took me forever to update. I had the 2nd chapter typed up and I went to download it, but it said my account was blocked! Apparently you aren't supposed to have lyrics unless they are your own, (atleast that's what my e-mail said), so In My Daughter's Eyes was deleted. BUT I may end up posting it again or something. I dunno...but here is the 3rd chapter to make up for my...um...not knowing the rules? Lol. Hope you like it!

Please Remember

Chapter-3

Draco walked home silently in the twilight of the night. He didn't work at all today, the Minister of Magic got on his tail about it four times. He couldn't help it thought. He had a lot on his mind. If Hermione did remember, his life would be back to normal. Hermione, Ella, and him could live together as a family all over again, and live happily ever after.

Draco thought of Hermione the whole walk home. He arrived home at exactly six o'clock. "Ella? Are you home?" he yelled as he walked through the door.

"Yeah, I am in the living room!" she yelled back. Draco walked into the room and spotted his daughter laying on the couch infront of the fire, book in hand. Her walked up to her slowly and sat on the couch, lifting her legs to rest on his.

"Is that the same book you were reading this morning?"

"No, I finished that one," she replied lazily. Draco pondered on whether he should tell Ella about meeting Hermione. After a few minutes of deep thinking, he decided it was better to not tell her...yet anyway. Soon, definatly soon. After Hermione starts to remember. Draco let out a heavy sigh as he got up from the table. Hermione was supposed to call him. Okay, so she wasn't supposed to, he simply hoped she would.

He was walking into the kitchen when the phone started to ring. Ella was reaching for the phone when Draco ran towards it, quickly pushing his daughter's hand away. Pressing the phone to his ear eagerly, he spoke into the reciever. "Malfoy residence." The other end of the line was silent. "Hello? Can I help you?" he replied.

"Um...M-May I please speak with Mr. Malfoy?" came a quivering woman's voice.

"This is he," he spoke tiredly.

"Oh! This is Hermione, from the coffee shop this morning." Draco nodded to himself and turned to Ella who was staring at him intensly. He waved to the stairs, signaling her to leave the room so he could talk privatly. She obeyed and quickly gathered her things and exited. Draco sat down on the couch. "Yes, I remember you."

"I-I was just wondering...If, maybe we could...have dinner together sometime so we can chat?" Draco's eyes opened widly and he smiled to himself.

"How about tonight? I can be to your house in one hour. What's your address?" The other line was silent for a moment.

"I was thinking maybe this Saturday night-" she continued, but was cut-off.

"Absolutly not! There is important buisness that needs to be disussed. Sooner is better then later, my dear." Draco heard a groan escape Hermione's throat. "Now, may I please have your address?" Hermione pondered his question for a moment, then, rather reluctantly, gave her address to the waiting man.

"Marvelous. I shall see you around seven-thirty. It's a date." Hermione could have sworn she heard his smirk when he spoke the words "It's a date".

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Hermione stood infront of her bathroom mirror, fluffing her hair for the millionth time that evening. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Surely she didn't believe anything the mad man had said at the coffee shop? Of course, if she didn't, she wouldn't really be standing in the bathroom, in her best evening gown, waiting for him to pick her up for a date, would she?

Of course not! But, of course, she didn't believe what he was saying either! Merlin I'm so confused, she thought to herself as she walked downstairs into the living room. She was just about to sit down on the couch when she heard a knock on the door. Hermione quickly looked at the clock, and noticing the time, her heart stopped. She slowly walked over to the door and raised her hand to the door knob. She took a deep breath, and then released it.