Title: Forgotten and Remembered

Disclaimer: Nope, just Alexander and Ryanne.

A/N: Yea, the second chapter!! I hope you guys like it!! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REVIEWS!! Anyway, onto the main event...the story!! (Oh, and yes, the kids are Hermione's but she doesn't remember. She'll find out in a couple chapters maybe? but for now Draco's just trying to gain her trust again.)

Chapter 2:

Meetings

Draco was examining Hermione. His love had filled out even more over the past few years. She still dressed simply in muggle clothes. A long sleeved black shirt with a V cut and tight jeans that hugged her hips nicely. The familiar caramel hair had darkened slightly to a deep, dark brown color. Her skin was pale as before.

Her eyes, like his did to her, drew him in. Draco looked into the warm, rich, mocha brown eyes, begging her to remember what happened. He missed those loving eyes, the passionate, deep orbs he grew to love. His breath caught in his throat, a hand itching to brush across her soft lips, brush the annoying hair from her beautiful face.

He reached out an arm but pulled it back. The look of hate and disgust in her eyes stopped him.

When their eyes locked he was met with a different yet familiar stare. Pain and anger mixed, it was the glare he grew up with for 6 years.

Draco looked away from Hermione and shook his head. He wanted so badly to just take her into his arms and smother her with kisses. He missed her deeply. 5, going on 6, long years without her had been hard.

He never knew what happened to her. All he knew was that something happened on the battlefield, no one had told him. He had been locked up with the twins, unable to fight because he was wanted dead by everyone (but the order) on the light side, and wanted on the dark side because he was Voldemort's only "heir."

3 day's later after the Great Battle had begun, he had gone to go see Hermione. She had almost cursed him into oblivion, had Potter not stopped her.

It broke his heart when she yelled at him to never touch her or look at her again.

So Draco moved away with the twins, went into hiding. He was miserable, dying slowly on the inside without his love. He wanted her, he needed her. But he couldn't have her...yet. For now, he only had Alex and Ryanne. Although each time he looked at Ryanne, the same dark locks as Hermione, her intelligence, he felt another piece of himself die.

The Order had helped him raise Ryanne and Alexander. He wasn't able to raise them alone. He had to struggle to get through every day, unable to use magic because of his haywire emotions or sooth his aching heart. He now worked in a muggle coffee shop here in town. It wasn't until awhile ago while reading the "Daily Prophet" that he found out that Hermione had lost her memory of the time they had together. This of course crushed him.

Draco fingered the ring on his left finger. The engagement ring. He looked at her. She had her arms crossed in front of her, drawing his silvery eyes to her hands. There on her left ring finger sat a beautiful ring. It was simple but perfect for her. The band was covered almost all the way around in little diamonds. Emerald stones were nestled inside the silver-white stones.

'She still has the ring!' he thought excitedly. He felt his heart lift and flutter in his chest. He let out a long breath.

"Hermione?" He reached out a hand.

She dodged it and turned away. "What do you want, Malfoy?"

And there went his heart, dropping and shattering into a million pieces. Draco's hand dropped. What had he expected? For her to suddenly remember him, their friendship and love? He wasn't naïve. He had never found her and explained what occurred almost 6 years ago on that perfect April night.

He could see it as if it was yesterday; the stars were twinkling brightly in the velvet midnight sky; a soft breeze blew in through the open window. Orange yellow candle flames flickering on the table.

But all that was in the past.

In the now, she thought he was still Voldemort's lap dog and her mortal enemy. She has no clue how much he has changed. Once again his heart yearned to pull his beautiful love into his arms. He longed to breathe in the sweet aroma of her hair, whisper confessions of love in her ear. But he couldn't. That would probably push her farther away. She didn't know about that love.

All she had towards him now was anger and hate. He would have to start over, gain her trust again, explain the past...possibly...and hope that something will trigger her memory. He had so many visions, pictures, and images of when they'd finally meet again. This wasn't one of them.

He sighed and built up invisible walls around his heart and emotions before speaking. He wanted to keep the passion, love and emotion out of the equation for now.

"To buy books. I need to get a couple that aren't offered anywhere else. Is that a problem?" He snapped, hoping his eyes were as guarded his face one of dislike. Draco purposely avoided saying "Granger" or "Hermione."

"Well then take your books and leave." She snapped right back.

"Do you remember anything?" He asked quietly, unable to keep from asking.

"No."

Draco let out a long shuddering breath. His eyes locked on her lips. He felt like he was walking on a frozen pond during the end of winter, when the ice was almost completely thawed and thin. He felt as though he could fall through at any moment. He had to be careful of what he said...or did. Clenching his fists he forced his eyes up to hers.

"Have you talked to Harry about getting your memory back?"

"No, I-wait, you called him Harry...and earlier you said Hermione. Why?" She asked curiously.

Draco cringed. He couldn't just shout, "Because I love you and you asked me to drop the last names!" No, he couldn't say that. So he settled for, "That's your name isn't it?"

"Yes but-"

A pair of lips on hers stopped her words. They pressed gently against hers, shutting her up. There was passion behind the pale lids that closed over silvery eyes. She felt her own lids flutter.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him. He ran a hand up her sides and she shivered. The hand didn't venture into any clothed territory like she had expected. Instead he simply grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently. The other arm stayed around her waist.

Draco was in heaven, finally kissing his love after 6 years apart. He missed the soft warm lips of Hermione. He hadn't dated someone, or touched another woman since they parted. He hadn't meant to kiss her...it was just...instinctive. He felt her lips part and he gleefully took advantage of that. He wanted to touch every part of her body, lay with her again, but restrained himself. He simply took her hand in his.

The kiss deepened and Hermione's own arms wrapped around him. For the minutes they were locked together, Hermione was unaware of who she kissing, only caught up in the passion. Her lips tingled with his taste, cinnamon and some other flavor. His lips tasted oddly familiar giving her the sensation of deja'vu. However, before she could dwell anymore on the feeling, it was shattered by his free hand inching up her shirt, caressing her sides.

When Hermione let out a low sound, she felt him break away from her. He dropped her hand and backed away.

"I'm sorry!" He whispered before she could even gather her wits.

"D-"

"No, I'm sorry I shouldn't have kissed you." The air seemed to be thick with awkwardness.

"But-"

She was cut off by a thud and a scared voice calling, "DADDY!"

Draco didn't even glance at Hermione. He darted away from her and to the location of the urgent voice.

Hermione stood there for a minute, running a hand over her lips. Why did Draco kiss her? What happened during that blank year? She couldn't help but admit that she liked his soft lips against hers. They felt unused, like it's been awhile since he's shown emotion to someone. There was blind passion in the way he kissed her.

She ran toward Draco, pressing the thought into the back of her mind. She caught up with him and they stepped into the kid's section together.

Both were met with the sight of a dark brown haired girl sitting in the middle of a large pile of books. Her legs were folded on both sides of her body, sticking outwards. She had her head bowed, a small hand wiping her tears away. She looked up at the sound of running feet.

Upon seeing her father she let out a sob, running to him with her arms outstretched. She plowed into him, wrapping her arms around him and burying her teary face into Draco's chest. Draco stumbled for a minute before righting himself. He stroked her soft curls.

"I'm sorry daddy! I didn't mean to! I just-" Draco pulled her away from him, one hand on her shoulder, the other brushed the chocolate curls that were clinging to her tearstained face away.

"It's okay Ryanne. Look at me." Ryanne slowly raised her eyes to meet Draco's. "It's okay. Just tell me what happened, 'kay? Did you get hurt?"

Hermione hung back in the doorway, entranced at the compassionate and gentle way Draco approached his daughter. Something clenched tightly in her chest. She felt strangely empty, that blank part of her life more prominent than ever.

'Maybe they aren't future death eaters after all.' She decided hesitantly, watching the emotional scene.

Ryanne sniffled. "I was trying to get that book." She pointed to the book that laid flat on the higher shelf. "I thought maybe if I jumped high enough I could get the book. Then I'm floating through the air! It scared me, daddy!" Ryanne cried, wiping her eyes again. Draco nodded for her to continue. Hermione smiled slightly at the little witch. "I'm not sure what happened but I hit the bookshelf hard and somehow ended up on the floor. I got hit here," She pointed to her arm where a large would appear later. "And here." She pointed to the top of her foot.

"It's okay, love." Draco kissed her forehead and lifted her into his arms. Ryanne wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face into the crook of his neck and shoulder. Her small legs wrapped around his waist. Draco held her up with one hand on her back while the other digged in his pocket.

Finally he drew out his wand and flicked it. All the books zoomed into their places. Then he tucked the wand away, grabbed the blue spined book and turned to exit. Only to find that an incredulous looking Hermione blocked it.

"Malfoy...how'd you become a father? And such a caring one at that?" Hermione asked.

There was nothing that would answer her question without bringing up memories of their time together. He might as well grin and bear it. And that decision reminded him oddly of a part in the muggle movie 'Madagascar' when the leader penguin says, "Just smile and wave boys, smile and wave.' He hastily shook that thought out of his head.

"I grew up, joined the light side, and fell in love. I saw their faces and adored them instantly. They are my flesh and blood, I would not harm them or let any harm befall them. I decided that I would not be like my father." He hoped that answer would suffice. It did.

"You joined the light side?" She asked, surprised. Draco enjoyed the shocked expression on her face. He walked past her with Ryanne and went he reached the large bookshelf he turned back to answer.

"Yes."

Hermione walked over and stood in front of him. "Your kids, they're so...good. Not even close to what you were like at Hogwarts. I would just love to get to know them better." Hermione sighed.

Draco watched as Hermione looked at the girl in his arms. Her eyes softened and she gazed at his daughter with interest. He suddenly had a brilliant idea.

'Obviously just seeing me or kissing me wasn't strong enough to bring her memories back. So maybe if Hermione got to know my-her-son and daughter, memories would come back. It seems realistic.' Draco reasoned. He nodded in conclusion. 'Yea, that could work.'

He looked at Hermione who started talking to Ryanne about the 'Junie B. Jones' series.

"My favorite book is ' Junie B. Jones and the Mushy Gushy Valentine.' What's yours Rey?" Hermione asked.

"Junie B. Jones Has a Monst-"

Draco cleared his throat. "Sorry to interrupt you ladies-" Ryanne giggled. "But I need to go look for Alex, I think he's over in the airplane section. I'll be right back, okay Rey?" The girl nodded. Draco grinned and put her on the floor. "Good, why don't you stay here with Hermione?" He suggested.

Rey's face brightened and she nodded eagerly. "Okay! I like Her-Her-mi-mi-one-Hermione!" She giggled, despite the stumble on Hermione's name. She seemed to forget already about what just happened with the books.

'Little kids,' Hermione thought fondly.

Draco was glad Rey took to the brunette so well. Maybe this might be easier than he thought. He saw Rey skip the small distance to Hermione and hug the startled woman.

'They love her already. And she likes them too. This could be simple.' He thought. He could see the surprise still on Hermione's face. He sighed. 'Then again, if Hermione never gains her memory back...eh...this might not be that simple.' He thought, referring back to what he thought before.

"Hermione, could you hold on to Rey? I have to go find Alex." He asked. Hermione opened her mouth to answer but he rushed on. "Ok, thanks."

He patted Rey on the head and smiled slightly. Then, without waiting to respond, he turned around and headed towards the back to find his son.

To be Continued…

A/N: Was this chapter rushed? Or is it just me? Well, could you please review? PLEASE? If 5 or more people review I will update!! I don't care what you put, anyomous reviews are fine. Just take one minute to review. Thanks to the people who already reviewed. Flames will only help keep the fire in my fireplace going whenever winter comes. Just PLEASE REVIEW!!

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