Hermione was the first of the two to wake. She noticed Draco's muscular arm was still draped over her midsection. She looked back over her shoulder to see him still slumbering. She carefully turned herself while under his arm to not wake him. For the first time, she noticed how truly beautiful he was. She saw his skin, pale but not a ghostly white. Her eyes drifted up from the arm resting on her to his collarbone above his unbuttoned flannel, to his pink lips. She thought they were perfectly pink and plump without looking like they'd been stung by a bee. She went upward until he got to his platinum hair. It wasn't as light as it had been in the previous years, but it could still probably blind someone.

Her thoughts were interrupted when his face began to scrunch up and he became restless. In his sleep, he pulled her closer to himself by the waist. After doing so, he seemed better, but not entirely well. Hermione instinctively reached up to smooth the wrinkles indenting themselves in his forehead, but she was still mindful of his arm over her. Almost instantaneously Draco's face and body relaxed. Without waking, he adjusted himself by sliding down enough that his head rested on her chest just below her collarbone. Hermione readjusted herself more onto her back, looked down at how peaceful Draco was, and went back to sleep. He must be so tired she thought to herself as she drifted.

When Hermione opened her eyes again she was left with an empty bed. She looked from side to side but only saw the neat silken sheets and blanket as if someone had made the bed around her. The bed was still warm. She assumed Draco couldn't have gotten up that much before her. Hermione moved the satiny sheet and stepped out of the bed. Hermione took a quick peek out of the window to see that it appeared to be around 9 at night. As she was walking to the door she began to smell food coming from the kitchen. She turned the white wooden door handle she could tell it was her second favorite breakfast food, pancakes.

She approached the dorm kitchen while watching Draco pour pancake batter. She didn't think it was possible for him to look at domestic as he did at that moment.

"I hope you like pancakes," Draco said to Hermione's surprise.

"How did you know I was here? I was completely silent," she said.

Draco used his spatula to check under the pancake. After deciding that it needed more time to cook, he turned to face Hermione.

"I could just tell," he said.

"Hmm, ok, that's a bit strange."

Hermione took a seat at the table as he turned back to flip his pancake, she figured it looked like he had everything handled with cooking.

"Mind cutting up the strawberries?" Draco said as he nodded over to a bowl of strawberries.

Hermione was beginning to get suspicious. How did he know that she liked pancakes and pair them with her favorite fruit?

"Sure"

She raised herself from her seat and began cutting the strawberries. The room fell into a comfortable silence. The only sounds were the dull sizzling from pancake batter being poured and Hermione's knife slicing through the juicy fruits. As she cut them she wondered where he got all of this stuff from. They hadn't been back to school for very long, so there hadn't been much time to owl a grocer and request groceries. But he was a Malfoy, so she never knew what to expect.

Their silence continued until her finger slipped on one of the wet berries and she let go of the knife. Hermione figured whatever happened would be better than slicing part of her hand. The knife began falling to the ground, but in a split second Draco left his place in front of the stove, took a step, and caught the knife just before he would have plunged tip-first into Hermione's right foot.

"Be careful," Draco said as he stood to his full height and handed the knife back to Hermione.

"Erm, thanks," was all she could get out her mouth. She began to feel her face heat up, so she quickly took the knife. Hermione turned away from his gaze and began slicing strawberries again.

By the time she was finished, Draco had a mountain of pancakes piled onto a plate and ready to be eaten. He grabbed plates and forks from the darkly stained wooden cabinets and drawers. He didn't mind the kitchen. He quite liked it, actually. It was simple but functional. A large enough refrigerator and freezer, plenty of cabinet space, and marble countertops with an island.

They sat and enjoyed their meal. Draco picked her brain on things she could remember. He discovered that she remembered her parents well. She could describe friends that she remember but couldn't remember their names yet. Hermione had only a few memories of Draco.

"Did I punch you in the face?" she asked. She wasn't sure why she would have had a reason to punch him, he seemed like a nice person to her.

"Haha yeah, you did. It was was in third year. I was being a prick," Draco said. He chuckled at the idea of that being the only thing Hermione remembered that included him.

They finished having breakfast for dinner and were tired enough to go back to bed.

"Is it just me, or do you also need to sleep for another day?" Hermione asked.

"It's not just you, I'm ready to collapse right here," said Draco as he waved his wand to take the dishes to the sink and wash them. He and Hermione were already in their pajamas, so they went back to their room and got into bed.

Is it ok if...I….you kno-" Draco stuttered while hovering his arm above her waist.

"Yeah, it's fine. I'd like that. I think we'll sleep better like that," Hermione said as she grabbed the arm above her and wrapped it around herself. She shuffled herself into a more comfortable position and closed her eyes. Draco waved his wand to turn out the lights.

"Hermione?" He whispered.

"Yeah, Draco?" Hermione responded.

"McGonagall said were to be in her office tomorrow. She's just going to evaluate you to check on your progress. After that, I can make lunch. By then lessons will have finished and we can go see your friends. How's that sound?"

Hermione smiled to herself. It was exciting to know that she was going to see her friends again. She didn't remember them very well. But she knew that they were important to her.

"It sounds great to me," She said quietly.

"Perfect. Goodnight, Hermione."

"Goodnight, Draco."

"So when's Harry coming to visit? Will he be with everyone else?" Asked Hermione. SHe and Draco were walking from their third-floor corridor to McGonagall's office for Hermione's mental evaluation.

He raised his eyebrows in slight shock. "Harry? You remember names now? When did this happen?" Draco asked. Just yesterday she only remembered various events from her life. He expected her to recover quickly, but it was a shock to see just how fast she was recuperating.

"Yeah, I just started to remember when we were leaving our dorm," she said. She shyly reached her right hand to grasp his larger one while they walked. He squeezed hers back.

"Do you remember anyone else?"

"I remember the faces and some people's names, but I'm not so sure on a lot of events past our third year yet."

He smiled and chuckled to himself and was convinced that the only reason she remembered up to their third year was that her stubborn brain wouldn't let her forget that she punched him in the nose.

"I remember my parents. Have they been told about all of this yet?" Hermione asked.

Draco's mouth straightened, and his brows furrowed. "They're not too keen on magic. All I know is that they weren't very happy when they found out you were a witch. McGonagall thought it would be best if they weren't notified until you're better. If you were to have been more hurt than you were, she would have messaged them immediately.

Oh ok. I remember my parents not being happy that I'm a witch, but they didn't mind too much because I would always come home for Christmas and Easter and owl them every two weeks." Hermione elaborated.

Draco let silence overcome them. The only sounds to be heard were the subtle clacking of their shoes on the stone floors and the occasional student walking down a nearby hallway. He looked down at their interlocked hands and up to her face as they walked. Hermione was busy watching out of the windows they passed and gazing at the architecture of the building as if she'd never seen it before. Draco was mesmerized. She held his entire life in her hands, and she didn't even know it yet. Actually, Draco wondered how much Hermione had read on Veelas and if she would realize that if she doesn't accept him within a year he'll die. Draco hoped he wouldn't need to tell her, that they would be able to naturally get along and she would accept him without any added pressure on her.

They reached the headmistress's office a few minutes early, so they decided to wait a little while and gather their thoughts before entering.

"Password please," said the Gryffindor guarding the office.

"We're gonna wait for a second, thanks," Draco said. He turned to Hermione, Who was attempting to show less fear than she actually felt. He saw right through her illusion.

Draco reached for both of Hermione's hands and looked at her until she met his eyes.

"Listen to me, you're going to do fine. McGonagall is going to say that you're improving well and you'll be fully recovered soon." Hermione's eyes wanted to leave his but couldn't.

"But what if I'm getting worse or something, " her voice began to tremble. Draco's heart had never been so close to being broken. "My whole time here, I've been known for my brain. I may not remember it all, but I remember that. Without my knowledge, I'm nothing, who would I even be. I don't know what to do if I'm not getting better, Draco." Hermione's eyes were watery and distraught. While looking into her eyes Draco finally figured out what they reminded him of. Honey. Even though they were much darker than any honey he'd ever seen, they were honey. Hermione, with her brown eyes so dark he almost couldn't see her pupils, was his honey.

"Honey, you'll be ok. You're already remembering so much and it hasn't even been a whole day. The healers said that your complete memory should be back in a week at the latest. Please don't worry." Draco took one of this hands out of hers and placed it under her chin to keep her eyes on his."It hurts me when you worry. You're ok."

Their faces were closer than ever now. Draco had to slump slightly to be closer to her. Draco leaned in closer until their lips were almost touching. He could practically taste her when the gargoyle began to move, causing Draco and Hermione to jump apart quickly. They turned to face the noise and began to see the headmistress descending the stairs.

"Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger, it's so nice to see you again. Now that you're both fully rested we can begin to get to the bottom of this situation. May I say that it's so nice to have you back, Hermione. You gave us a good fright.." said McGonagall. She gave no indication that she had witnessed anything prior to her beginning their conversation.

"Thank you, professor. It's great to be back," Hermione said more shyly than she usually spoke.

"Well then, come to my office, we can have tea and talk there," said the headmistress as she turned and began to walk back up the stairs.

A/N: Hey guys, sorry I've been away for so long! I just took my AP US History exam today, so I should have more time to write this summer. I hope to have the next update out within a month because finals are coming up and I'll be really busy juggling school, work, and free time on top of writing. Sorry to leave you on a little bit of a cliffhanger. Please keep reviewing and favoriting this story. What would you guys think of me posting other things on here while I write this story? Right now, I really want to write about D and H as new parents. Is that something you guys want to read? Just leave a review and let me know yes or no.

Love you all,

E.K.