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Chapter 4:

"Mum, how long is Granger going to have to stay?" Draco complained one rainy afternoon.

"As long as it takes." Narcissa snapped, fed up with her sons constant complaining about Hermione.

"Well she can't stay here forever you know."

"Yes well either can you Draco. When are you going to find some girl who will marry you so I can have some peace?" Narcissa didn't mean to sound so harsh, but since the arrival of Hermione, he had been a bit much, constantly sulking and moody. Sometimes he reminded her so much of Lucius it was painful.

Draco looked taken aback for a moment before he smirked that trademark Malfoy smirk, passed down from generation, to generation. "Come now mother, no need to get the claws out. I only meant that she can't stay here forever. I mean sure she has no memory or whatever, but she is fully capable of looking after herself."

"I know that Draco, but I enjoy her company, even if you can't understand that. I always wanted a daughter." She whispered the last bit.

"What was that?"

"Oh nothing." She replied. "Now if you don't mind, I promised that I would take Hermione shopping. She really can't just get by with three outfits, especially if her staying here is going to be a bit more permanent," she said emphatically, "And the Malfoy Gala is only a week away so she will need some nice dress robes for that."

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Draco took the opportunity of having the manor to himself to do some serious thinking. Since Hermione had arrived he had gone out of his way to ignore her. Yet he couldn't help but feel some sympathy for the girl, after all he could not imagine what it would be like to be unable to remember the past 19 years of his life. And perhaps it was these feelings that kept him away. His mother had urged him to spend time with her, but he always declined, claiming to be too busy. He hated the hurt look she would get in her eyes every time, it pulled at something in his chest, and he didn't like it. But if him being rude to her didn't trigger her memory he could not see how him being nice would help either. But a part of him also felt like he wasn't being honest, that part of him didn't want to get close to her because he was afraid that he might… like her? As ridiculous it might sound he found that he would watch her from time to time, when she laughed with his mother, and wished that she would smile like that when she looked at him. So that is why he had to keep his distance. It wasn't that he cared about her blood anymore or anything like that, but they had such a history, one that couldn't be forgotten.

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Hermione was getting used to the fact that she could not remember her past. And her dreams made her feel that for some things it was best. Hermione was quite enjoying her time at Malfoy manor, although she still could not understand why Draco always treated her so harshly. Draco had told her that they didn't really talk at school because they were in different houses, but that didn't mean he had to be such a bastard. She didn't mean at all that they should become best friends or anything like that, but to be civil to her would be enough. She began to dread the times he was at home or at dinner where she would have to see him scowl at her and look at her as though she were a piece of gum stuck beneath his shoe. Another thing playing on her mind was the Malfoy Gala, it was to raise money for St. Mungo's. Hermione was quite nervous as the only people she would know would be Narcissa and Draco. Narcissa would be running the night and would be extremely busy and Draco, well, he would make his best effort to completely ignore her and make the night hell. She had tried to ask Narcissa if she may skip the evening but she had replied. "Nonsense, all my friends are dying to meet you." And that was the end of that discussion.

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Later that afternoon when they arrived home there was a letter awaiting Narcissa. She read it and then immediately began to rush about in a flurry of platinum hair and robes.

"Mother, what in Merlin's name is going on?" Draco asked.

"Oh, Draco, I am going to have to go to Paris for a few days, it's my friend Gisella, I'm afraid she is very ill and they say she is… not going to be with us for much longer. I must go immediately."

"But Mum, what about Hermione?"

"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY!" she shouted. "Stop being so selfish. Here I am, my best friend is dying and all you can worry about is having to be here with Hermione for a couple of days. Really Draco, grow up, have some maturity for once in your life. I will be back for the gala, everything is organized, so you don't have to worry about a thing. Be nice." And with that Narcissa apparated away.

"Great." Draco mumbled.

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Hermione was lying on her bed drifting in and out of sleep when there was a knock at the door. The day was warm so she was only in a pair of black shorts and a low-cut white singlet the outfit was a bit revealing but she didn't mind. "Come in." she called. It must be Narcissa to check if I tried the dress robes on yet.

"God Granger, put some clothes on. It's disgusting, I can practically see everything."

Hermione's cheeks flamed with embarrassment, he was the last person she expected to be knocking on her door.

"What do you want Draco?" she sighed, ignoring his insults, like she cared what he thought anyway.

"I just thought you would like to know that Mum has just left for Paris for a few days, one of her friends is very sick."

"Oh, no! that's dreadful, I hope she's alright."

"Yes, well mother was very upset about it. Anyway it looks like it is just you and me here for the next few days."

"Great." Hermione rolled her eyes.

Draco stalked over to her bed. "What was that Granger?"

"Oh, nothing." She replied sweetly, "I just couldn't control my enthusiasm about being here with you for a few days."

Draco didn't reply he just looked at her. Was she always this beautiful? What? What am I thinking, Granger is not beautiful! She is a bushy-haired-know-it-all who grates on every single nerve in my being. She is anything but beautiful.

Hermione saw Draco arguing with himself and watched amusedly.

"Well um, I'll see you 'round Granger." And with that he stalked out of her room, angry at himself for even thinking that she is beautiful.

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There was a wide open field, the grass was long and she ran through it carelessly, the tips of the blades gently caressing her thighs and the top of her right hand that she was running through the tips. Someone called out to her and she spun around. There stood the boy with messy black hair and a scar the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead. He smiled at her, and she laughed. She began to race towards him, but she was grabbed at behind by someone. They wrapped their arms around her waist and hoisted her up into the air, spinning her around. She began to laugh even harder. They gently set her down and she turned around to see who it was. It was her red headed friend from her previous dream. He smiled warmly at her and pulled her into a friendly hug. The black haired boy soon joined them and the three of them began to run through the field together. Then there was a clap of thunder and the rain began to fall heavily. Bolts of lightening lit up the sky. The earth began to shake and tear apart, she reached out for her two friends, but she could not reach them, they were slipping away, falling between the cracks in the earth.

"No!" she screamed, but they had disappeared from her sight. Then she heard an evil laugh, that chilled her to the bone and made her knees feel weak, as though she were about to collapse. There standing before her was a man, towering high above her, staring down at her with red, snake like eyes. She looked up at him with fear, and quickly spun around and began to run, trying to escape him, but she could not. Everywhere she turned here he was, in front of her, waiting for her.

"You cannot escape me young one. There is no use trying. You are mine. And I will find you."

"Hermione!" a voice yelled. "Hermione!"

"Where are you?" she called.

Then she saw him. It was Draco.

"Draco!" She screamed.

"Run!" he told her, but instead of running she moved closer to him.
"No Hermione, go back, go back!"

Then there was a flash of green light.

Hermione awoke with a start, sweating and her heartbeat irregular. Draco! She jumped out of bed, not caring that all she had on was a small nightgown and raced down the hall to Draco's room. She burst through the door and she could see Draco asleep in his bed, the covers only covering up to his waist and his toned chest bathed in moonlight. He look so peaceful sleeping. He did not stir and Hermione's heart caught in her chest. She speed over to him and called out to him as she tried to shake him awake.

"Draco! Draco please wake-up!" she cried desperately.

"What's wrong?" he asked, immediately awake.

"Oh, Draco, I was so worried, I thought-" but Hermione was chocked up with tears and instead clung to him tightly while burying her head into his chest.

It took him a few moments to react, and when he could he wasn't quite sure how. Eventually he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, whispering soothing words into her hair.

"What happened?" he asked.

"I had a dream, I have these dreams and there are these two boys in them, one has bright red hair and the other has black hair and he has this scar, like a lightening bolt, on his forehead, there is always blood and death and a man with red eyes, he says that he will find me that I can't escape from him. Then, tonight, you were in my dream, you were telling me to run but I kept coming towards you, then there was this green light and I woke up."

"Sounds pretty intense." Draco replied. "Well as you can see I am fine, you should go back to bed and get some sleep."

"I don't think I could get back to sleep Draco."

"Well, it's two o'clock in the morning Granger. I don't, oh, alright, would you like to stay here with me?"

Hermione's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yes, really. Hurry up I want to get back to sleep."

"Thank-you Draco."

"Yeah whatever. Just don't touch me."

Hermione rolled her eyes as she climbed into bed beside him and closed her eyes.

"Who are those boys? Do I know them?"

Draco rolled his eyes, knowing that he wasn't going to get back to sleep for a while. "From the sound of it, it sounds to me like Potter and Weasley, your best friends."

"Really? What are they like?"

"How should I know Granger?"

Hermione sighed, realizing he was going to be difficult about it. "Tell me about Hogwarts Draco, what was it like?"

"It was… I don't know, it was school for me, being there was more of a punishment. But you, you loved school, you lived for it. Top of all your classes, you always had your nose stuck in some book or another."

"Really?" Hermione asked, secretly impressed at herself. "And did we ever talk to one another?"

Draco thought for a moment about how to answer this question. Should he tell her that they were (and still are as far as he is concerned) enemies? "Sometimes." He answered vaguely.

"Were we friends?"

"I have already told you this, we were in different houses. I was in Slytherin and you were in Gryffindor, and you really just stuck to your own house."

"I see. I wish I could remember." She said quietly.

Draco didn't know how to respond, so he didn't, he just rolled over so his back was facing her and quickly fell back asleep.

Hermione lay there for a while thinking. She really did wish that Draco would not be so cold. He and Narcissa were really the only people she had at the moment. She wanted to know why it was that he was so troubled and she was determined to find out.

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