"Okay, what the hell is wrong with my memory?" Hermione practically yelled when they were assembled in Harry and Draco's room that night.

They were lounging around. Since there were exams coming up they didn't have a lot of lessons to teach.

"What do you mean, Mione?"

"The thing is, yesterday I was the head girl and then I went to sleep an woke up here now. What happened to the seven years in between?"

"You were here, teaching."

"As were we."

"Has your memory gone blank or something?"

"YES! I can't remember the last seven years of my life! Help me get it back! I want to know what my life, post-Hogwarts, has been!"

"Take a pill of the chill variety, Mione! We can easily fill you in on your life." Harry said calmly. "Okay, in our first year of teaching, no one took us very seriously since we were so young."

"Ginny especially. She was horrid to us."

"True, she never got over the idea of us being her teachers."

"Except Harry, y'know, since the DA and all."

"Eventually we won them over and gained the respect we required as teachers."

"The feud between Slytherin and Gryffindor is still going strong, since Slytherin still can't seem to win the House Cup or Quiddich Cup."

"And they won't either, not while I'm Head of House! As much as I love my husband the Gryffindor pride is still inside me and I am determined that Godric is not put to shame by his house. We all know Gryffindor is the best house anyway."

"Hey! We will beat you, one day."

"I'd very much like to see that Draco."

"I'll bet you would!"

"Wait! Did you say husband?"

"Yes. Harry married Draco in the summer after our first year of teaching here. Caused the biggest shock in the history of the wizarding world."

"Why?"

"Come on, Hermione. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy? A Slytherin marrying a Gryffidor? Harry Potter marrying a man? No wonder everyone was shocked."

"We didn't care though."

"Can I ask Hermione, what is your last memory?"

"I remember Harry telling me about how he defeated Voldy, after I found out about you two being together. What makes you ask Draco?"

"Well, I may have a potion strong enough to restore seven years of lost memory to you. It's stronger than the ones they used to use in St Mungo's."

Draco went to a cabinet in a corner of the room and drew out a little vial of thick purple liquid. Hermione gave it one little apprehensive glance then swallowed it in one gulp.

They looked at her as though eager to see what would happen to her.

She looked sick and then she gave a tiny burp.

"Did it work?" Ron asked her tentatively.