Hey guys, I haven't been getting a lot of reviews yet, so I just figured, nobody said they hated it yet, let's keep on writing!
Disclaimer: I own the Harry Potter universe *wakes up from dream* dammit :(. So yeah I don't own any of the characters or names in this story. I wish I did tho..
After a long sleepless night Hermione woke up feeling sick. Harry and Ron started their objections before realizing what Hermione realized, she had already signed. No matter what she wanted, her autograph was already at the bottom of the contract.
She had to try to save Draco Malfoy.
She had to help the boy who had terrorized her and her friends for her entire school career.
While her boyfriend was acting immature and started screaming frivolous things he wanted to do to Malfoy, Hermione tried to act as professional as possible, it's not like it would change anything if she would act as immaturely as Ron.
After seeing Malfoy's name she was, of course, shocked. She listened to Harry and Ron rage for a while and then returned to her own apartment.
Contrary to all of her friends, she chose to live in a muggle area. Her apartment was drenched with magical objects of course, but at least her neighborhood reminded her of her muggle childhood.
She sat herself down on her sofa and started reading Malfoy's file.
Apparently he got hit by a spell or another object of dark magic in the great war which caused him to suffer severe memory loss. He remembered something different every day, but never everything. He forgot almost everything, even his classmates at Hogwarts.
Although she did not want to admit it, the last part was a great relief for Hermione. She had no idea how she had to work with a person who hated her guts and didn't want to be touched by a so called "mudblood".
They had tried multiple reversed memory charms and even some normal ones. They had tried different antidotes, they had tried designing new ones to stop him from forgetting new things as well, but nothing had worked so far.
The only thing that actually seemed to help a bit was if somebody mentioned The-Boy-Who-Lived in his presence. This seemed to wake up such strong feelings of hatred that it removed parts of his memory loss. He even at some point remembered how long he was in st. Mungo's , but the day after that revelation he seemed to have forgotten everything again.
Hermione couldn't help but feel sorry for her old nemesis. Nobody deserved something like this. Not even a former death eater like Draco Malfoy.
She decided that whatever happened in the past had to stay in the past. She was going to do everything in her power to heal Malfoy.
"Good morning mister Malfoy, it's good that you're awake. We are assigning you a new healer today."
A woman dressed in lime green robes stepped through the door of his room. This wasn't his bedroom. Why was he here? Where was he?
"Where am I?" Draco asked the lady.
"You are in st. Mungo's. Do you remember what st. Mungo's is?" the woman asked as if she were talking to a three year old.
Draco scowled at her and sneered "Of course. I'm not a bloody idiot. Why am I here." He looked around and noticed a lot of belongings that had to be his. How long had he been in here?
"You had a terrible accident in the great war with you-know-who. You have been here for over 7 months mister Malfoy." The witch in the lime green robes said as if it were standard talk before doing whatever her job was.
"WHAT! 7 MONTHS?! BUT I FEEL FINE! WHY AM I STILL HERE?!" Draco tried to get out of his hospital bed but the witch pushed him down on his bed and checked his pulse with a wand wave.
"Mister Malfoy," she said, ignoring his outraged questions as if it were standard routine, "could you please tell me what you remember of yesterday?
A little baffled by the question Draco calmed and started thinking. What did he remember of yesterday? He tried to grasp onto something but as soon as a memory entered his mind it seemed to float away. "I remember having yogurt in the morning, but after that nothing comes to mind."
Draco was a little alarmed by this revelation. Why didn't he remember anything except goddamn yogurt? What was happening to him?
"Okay that's great mister Malfoy. I'll bring you your meal in a couple of minutes. In the meantime your new healer will come and introduce herself. Don't stress too much about not knowing the facts of the past few days, the last time you did you injured one of our healers. Just rest a little, alright?" said the witch and without waiting for a response she left Draco's room.
He thought about what he had just heard. It all sounded so familiar to him, like a dejavu, but he couldn't grasp any memories that would confirm these statements. He started panicking a little when another woman entered the room.
She had curly brown hair that circled her face nicely and her hazelnut brown eyes stared uncertain in his direction. Her face looked very delicate between the mass of curls. She was also wearing lime green robes.
"Hi er.. Mister Malfoy. How are you? My name is healer Granger." She quickly changed from nervous looking to professional looking and stepped forward to shake his hand.
"It feels like a dejavu so I must know you." Draco said without acknowledging the hand she still held out for him to shake, "Do I know you?"
The healer looked uncomfortable in is direction and quickly dropped her hand. "Yes we know each other. We were classmates at Hogwarts. Do you remember Hogwarts?" She asked with a hopeful expression on her face.
"Parts of it," he admitted truthfully ", mostly the halls and the common room. Also, some classes. I'm guessing we weren't in the same house? I think I would've remembered your face if we were."
"No," she said, looking slightly relieved ", no we weren't in the same house. But that doesn't matter now anyway. I'm healer Granger, you may call me Hermione if you'd like."
Hermione. He remembered that name. He used to call her "Granger". Why is that? "Hermione" is much prettier than the name Granger. He remembered walking into the classroom and looking over to her table where she was bending over a piece of parchment, her nose almost touching the page. She looked a little younger but he could still see it was her.
"I remember parts of you Hermione," He said with a smile on his face, "It feels nice to remember something."
Hermione looked at Malfoy's unfamous smile. He looked different while smiling sincere. Different but better. Almost unrecognizable.
"What things do you remember about me?" She asked, taking out a quill and parchment, ready to scribble down everything.
"I remember you enjoyed studying. You were friends with a redheaded boy right? He was sitting next to you in my memory." His smile lit up his face while he continued talking," And I used to call you Granger. I can't imagine why. Hermione is such a beautiful name."
He looked confused at her for a second. "I don't think I liked you. Why is that? You seem quite likable."
Hermione almost giggled at that statement. If Malfoy had his full memory he would've rather thrown himself off the astronomy tower than ever say these things to her, but here he was, Draco Malfoy, calling her "likable".
"No we weren't particularly friends," she snorted ", but that's in the past, isn't it? Let's get to some more urgent business. I received your file yesterday and I have collected some of my treatment idea's on parchment. I'm quite positive that I will be able to cure you mister Malfoy. Would you like to.."
Malfoy interrupted her, "Please call me Draco. It sounds nicer."
"Err.. Okay.. Draco," She stumbled, saying his first name felt so odd," Would you like to hear some treatment options?"
"No need for that," Draco said, dismissing her offer with a hand wave, "I'm pretty sure I will forget them before you even start the treatment seeing as the only thing I remember of yesterday is eating yogurt." He snorted and looked amused at Hermione's uncomfortable stance.
"Oh, well, in that case I'll just try them out I guess. For now I'll leave you to your thoughts. I'll see you tomorrow mister Mal.. Draco." She walked out of the room and jerked to a stop when she heard Draco's soft voice.
"See you tomorrow, Hermione Granger."
So please, tell me if you liked this chapter.
I was having some technical difficulties. Apperently I couldn't use st. Mungo's in this chapter. Hopefully it's in there now, if it's not, it's not my fault.. I tried changing it at least 7 times xD.
I'm still trying to figure out how to write Draco. He forgot everything and I figured, Maybe if his father wasn't around to teach him mudbloods are bad, he wouldn't be such a mean guy. So that's why he's kind off sweet I guess. If you hate it, I'm really sorry. I promise he'll get meaner but also sweeter in some way :P.