Disclaimer: Sadly, I am not J.K. Rowling. I do not own anything that you recognise from the books. Therefore I own the plot, Liz, the idea of Schwule and and Dr. Twycross, a well as Recordatio.

A/N: Wow. Eleven chapters. I never thought it would get this long. I'm so happy. So, I think everyone will like this chapter. Some of it is a little cheesy and a little strange, but there are some big things happening that hopefully no one has guessed.

After a lengthy coffee break, they headed back to Draco's room. The shuffled in silently, and each seemed as normal as could be. The only exception was Liz. When she entered, she paused hesitantly at the door. Schwule noticed with a smirk.

Draco was awake and chatting happily with Dr. Twycross. Liz gasped loudly, and ran to him, enclosing him in a huge, tender bear hug.

"Are you okay?"
"Who…Who are you?"
Liz stopped hugging him and stared in shock, desperately trying to read his face.
"You….You're not joking, are you?" She said, scared. Harry glared at Draco, as Draco continued to look at these people he either didn't like or didn't know.
"Draco, you bastard, apologize this instant!" Harry growled, moving quickly towards him. Liz grabbed Harry to stop him from hurting her fiancé.
"Harry, no. He's not joking. He really doesn't remember me." Liz said, watching Draco sadly.

Ginny and Hermione turned to Dr. Twycross and Schwule as if to say "Can't you fix this?" It was a helpless look, one of disparity and final hope. Liz was slowly backing away from Draco, a million thoughts running through her head.
"What is going to happen now? Will he ever regain his memory? What about US, how will that work? Is there any way to fix him, to give him his memories? What all has he lost? Is it a temporal loss?"
Throughout the thoughts, tears started to pour. But even then Draco only looked confused. There was a blank look in his eyes, the look someone has when they are trying to remember something but there is only the trace of a memory, a vague impression of déjà vu, left within. The familiar feeling of racking your brain and finding a brick wall in place of memories. Every so often a flash on knowledge would appear, but it would disappear quicker than it appeared.

What seemed like years passed as everyone watched Draco, but was really only minutes.
"How long will this last?" Ginny finally said, bravely shattering the tense silence.
"It's impossible to tell. It could be a matter of days, could be never," Dr. Twycross said, rather too brightly.
"Is there any way to help him recover his memories faster? Anything at all? Please, I'm willing to do anything. I'll die for him if that is what it takes," Liz pleaded desperately. Dr. Twycross and Schwule passed each other a strange look before Schwule hesitantly supplied an answer.
"There is…no way. None that we know of, at least."

"You guys keep speaking about me as if I don't know anything at all. I don't know who that girl is, but the rest of you I know. I hate you, but I know you," Draco surprised everyone by entering the conversation, "Obviously I forgot something, but it can't be important, after all I remember everything else about my life."
"Oh Draco, please try to remember! We were engaged. We loved each other. There was a deep friendship between all of us. You'd changed, you'd protected us and we'd protected you. Without you, we never would have defeated Vol…Volde…Voldemort. Please remember, Draco, you have to." Liz stared at him with such a powerful love that for a few seconds his mind broke free of the curse.

"Liz…"

"Now, Now, I'm sure he'll remember in time. Patience, don't overload his mind." Schwule said, startling Draco back into the curse and back into a deep sleep. Ginny was looking around the room, wondering why it was so devoid of medicinal items. Slowly, a dawning look of realization rose on her face.

"You two aren't medically certified. You probably don't even work for the hospital. I'd bet anything that you Imperius'd the Welcome Witch so that she would tell us to come here so that you could keep Draco like this!" With that she stunned the pair of doctors as everyone else wondered what was going on.

"Watch." Ginny pulled out a vial of Veritaserum.
"It would be easier and slightly less illegal if we used the Veritas charm," said Hermione.
"Yes, but I can't perform the Veritas charm, 'Mione."
"No, but I can, Gin." With that, Ginny returned the vial to her pocket and Hermione gritted her teeth.
"Veritas." Hermione clenched her fists as the power drained from her.

"Thanks, 'Mione. Um, give her some chocolate while I question these two." Ginny directed Ron in the administration of magically tampered chocolate before turning to Liz.
"I might need your help."
"Oh, okay…why?" Liz had not yet turned her gaze from Draco.
"Because you know him best. You know both of his sides well. Because deep inside, underneath the curse, he still loves you." Or so Ginny hoped. Exactly how deep the curse worked, she didn't really know. She only hoped that his love for Liz was deeper than the curse.

Liz turned to Ginny with a grave look on her face.
"If you're sure."
"I'm sure." Ginny said, choking back her resignation. She whispered Ennervate to wake the pair, after binding them so they couldn't escape.

"What are your names, truly? What have you done to Draco? Tell us everything. Don't bother trying to lie; I've heard the Veritas charm isn't very forgiving to liars." Ginny was stoic, the perfect questioner.
"Sheesh, Gin, why aren't you part of the FBI?" All Harry received in reply was a blank stare. "Oh, never mind."

"My name is Blaise Zabini. She's Pansy Parkinson. You know very well what we did to Draco. We already told you…most of it. I shot him with a magic bullet so that the Recordatio curse would take effect. As you well know, it took two hours to fully take control of his mind, which was the 'weird light thing' she saw. That was the final corners of his mind succumbing to our power and forgetting her." Liz stared at Blaise for a few moments, her hatred growing in intensity as she spoke.

"Why are you looking at him like that? All we did was take him back. You stole him from us, you know. Now you know what it's like to lose a friend, a lover, you bitch." Liz slapped Pansy as the word lover escaped her mouth.
"He never loved you and he never will! That was just pretense, just a way to protect himself."
"Think what you will. There is a promise in a man's sweat, a promise that someone as innocent as you would know nothing about. I have felt that sweat, and you have not!"
"This is a whore's vengeance! Such sweat holds a faulty promise, of momentary weakness. This holds a stronger promise of everlasting love!" With that, Liz held her engagement ring up into the sunlight, so it sparkled as if it was made of millions of diamond set in mithril, instead of a single diamond set in silver.

The dazzling ring shone with a bright light of true love, unconsummated but stronger than anything brought against it. Yet it was hollow, missing an inner coil of importance. Without Draco's mind fully returning the love, it was incomplete and shallow. It felt stronger than unrequited love, but the security Liz had found in that love was no longer there. The sparkle of the ring faded to a dull shine, and Liz's heart stopped. 'Could she be right? Could this be true?'

Veritas - from "Draco Veritas" by Cassandra Claire. scene between Liz and Pansy/Schwule with a whore's vengeance and sweat is adapted from the court scene in The Crucible. The Crucible is our fall drama and so it's permeating my life.

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