Hello again folks! Sorry for the long wait! Inspiration and time have been non-existent for the last little while but here we are, nearly done and wrapping things up. Enjoy! XX

A/N: I don't own any of the characters and make no profit from these stories (unfortunately).


For the better part of the night, Draco paced the small area between the bed and the armchair in his muggle hotel room thinking. How could she have gotten that cat? Obviously, if it really was Hermione, it couldn't have been a death eater curse or else she wouldn't have that atrocious cat still. But if it wasn't a death eater curse, then how on Earth had she lost her memories. It couldn't have been some sort of head injury, how would she have remembered her cat's name then? Draco guessed she could have that PTSD thing Potter had gone on about after the war, and she could have somehow repressed the memories but still managed to keep the cat?

"Ugh," Draco sighed dramatically and nearly flung himself on the bed. He was going to wear a hole in the carpet if he didn't stop. What was he to do?


Two days later, and many trips back and forth between his hotel, the café and the nearest floo network, Draco found himself at the café once again. Jeanette or Hermione or whoever the hell she was didn't appear happy to see him. She whispered to her colleague and slipped into the back before he could even get a word out.

The other barista didn't look happy to see him either and he flushed slightly wondering what Jeanette had said. She had probably made him seem even crazier than he had actually acted. Although, he had acted pretty irrationally.

"Hello," Draco said upon reaching the counter. "Is there any chance you could ask Jeanette if I might have a word?"

The red-haired barista seemed to glare daggers at him with her brilliant green eyes before saying, "I don't really think she wants to talk to you."

"Yes, well, could you tell her that I'm here to explain myself?"

"Why don't you tell me yourself?" Draco nearly jumped as he heard Jeanette's voice from behind him and he swung around to face her. Apparently, in the time since Jeanette had walked into the back and he had been talking to the ginger barista, she had come out around to the front of the shop. She did not look happy. Her hair nearly leapt from her side braid, practically crackling with electricity. Hermione trait- his mind supplied unhelpfully.

Jeanette led him to a table near the back and they sat down across from each other rather awkwardly. Draco could feel his palms sweating and he wiped them on his trousers. How was it, that even as a muggle, this woman could scare the pants off him?

"So…" she supplied.

"So," Draco started and took a deep breath. "So remember how I asked you about where you went to school and if we knew each other?" Jeanette nodded, her big brown eyes imploring him for answers from across the tiny wooden table. Draco shifted in his chair and continued, "Well, this girl, we went to the same school and never really got on. She was a bit of a know-it-all and I hung out with the wrong crowd, but eventually, after school and some hardships, I made friends with her friends, but she wasn't around. You see, she went missing right after these hard times and no one has seen her in years and I thought you might be her, but then you didn't seem to recognize me. However, being drawn to you we had our night out and everything was going smoothly until that blasted cat of yours showed up." At this she gave him a stern look and harrumphed a bit, but he continued anyways. "Well, you see, that wasn't the first time I had seen that cat, or heard its name- it is the exact cat that belonged to my missing err-almost friend."

"So that's the reason you freaked out? You saw a cat that looked similar to the one this girl owned and it has the same name?" Jeanette implored. "Well the name did come from the girl who gave it to me, perhaps she was your missing woman? Or perhaps she got the cat from your missing woman?"

Draco was shaking his head as he replied, "Then why do you look exactly like her?"

"It's just coincidence!" She half-whispered, half-yelled at him in exasperation. "I am not some missing woman. I have never seen you before in my life!"

"I believe you might have some form of amnesia." Draco replied.

"How could I remember my whole life then if I am some girl with amnesia, wouldn't I have lost all my memories, not replaced them with new ones?"

"Well, here's the interesting part… we went to a special school, one that taught us special skills, like-" he paused for a moment, not sure he was ready to make this move and make himself sound impossibly mad. "Like erasing and replacing someone's memories." He winced, eyes closing momentarily as she stared at him in incredulity, mouth dropping open slightly.

"You think. That I was, what- hypnotised or something?" She glanced at the ceiling momentarily, "Tracey was right- I need to stop dating."

"No, no please, you have to believe me! Your name is Hermione Granger and you've been missing for 5 years, ever since the death of Voldemort." He really must sound insane, but now that he'd accepted this truth, he must figure out what had been done to her, get her to believe and to remember.

Hermione stood and glared, rage pouring off her in waves, looking like a powerful and vengeful goddess of war. She leaned forward, placing her hands menacingly on the table and looked him in the eyes. "My name is Jeanette Wendell and you need to leave." She turned to leave but Draco was quicker- he couldn't believe he was doing this, but- he whipped out his wand under the table and whispered, "Imperio!"

Draco had Hermione sit back down for a moment and informed her that she would be taking the rest of the day off. She was to tell her co-workers that she was extremely upset with him and that she needed the afternoon to collect herself. Then she was to meet him down the street at the corner.


They arrived back at his apartment and he had her lie down on his bed. Oh Merlin, he thought as he paced again. If this wasn't really Hermione he was breaking so many rules right now.

"Fuck me." He muttered, and Hermione sat up and nearly began disrobing before he could stop her.

"Oh Merlin- okay here goes…" Draco had arranged a collection of books specializing in memory work on his temporary desk and he began assessing Hermione as she lay prone on the bed once more.

After what seemed like days, but according to his muggle cellular, had only been an hour and fifteen minutes, he had deemed most of the simpler spells ineffectual. Draco then began to try the more advanced and riskier spells.

After completing a rather complex spell Hermione's upper body suddenly arched and she let out a strangled breath before plummeting back to the bed, eyes shut and breathing shallow.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck- what the fuck am I doing?" Draco tried to rouse her with no avail. It looked like he had somehow put her in a fucking coma.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" He cried, grabbing her body and hoisting her in his arms bridal style before apparating to the nearest floo network before flooing her to St. Mungo's.

People bustled around him, knocking into both him and Hermione's limp form in his arms, no one sparing him a second glance. There was no way he was going to reach the counter without possibly injuring her further so, he did the best thing he could think of.

"I've found Hermione Granger and I think she's injured!" He shouted as loudly as he could over the sounds of the hospital. Abruptly, all sounds ceased and hundreds of eyes turned to look at him and the woman in his grasp. At least it worked.