And here it is. The last chapter. I wanted it to go on longer, where Draco explained that he's changed, and Hermione forgives him, and then only later she finds something else out, and the ending happened; at a place more romantic then were it is now. But it fit here, and I figured I liked it here.

But don't kill me now, there is a sequel, remember?

Disclaimer: I own nothing. It is all JK Rowlings.

Remembering Hogwarts

"Explain what?" Hermione yelled, "You hit me. End of story. End of relationship!"

"Please," he begged, "let me explain. I'll explain everything. It's a lot more complicated then you think." He sighed. "I did not just hit you," Hermione opened her mouth, but he held his hand up to stop her, "but I think I know why you think I did. And it goes back a long ways. Please, over tea, let me explain."

'Don't listen to the lying jerk,' one voice in Hermione's head; the one that seemed to reside with the Dream Hermione.

'You should at least go with him,' another voice; the one sounding like the Real Hermione; objected, 'we have to know what is going on.'

'Well if you can't figure it out then it's not worth being told,' the first voice argued back.

"Fine," Hermione said sharply, slamming the two voices out, "tea. But that's it."

"Of course," Draco said. "I know a lovely place that I'm sure you'll like." He reached for Hermione, but she stepped back. His arm fell to his side and he started walking, "It's this way." Hermione walked beside him, on the other side of the sidewalk, shooting glares out from the corner of her eye.

"First things first, I'm going to tell you that by the time I'm finished telling you this, you're going to think that I'm crazy," Draco started off after they were seated in a deserted café. Their waitress had taken their order and slumped back to the kitchen area. It was more of a run down restaurant then café Hermione noted.

"You already are crazy," Hermione snapped. "Look, just explain so I can get out of here."

"Alright," Draco sighed. His face tensed up as if trying to come up with words. "When you were eleven you got this letter explaining to you that you were a witch,"

"I beg your pardon?" Hermione screeched.

"No no," Draco quickly covered, a loud crash came from the kitchen, followed by some unpleasant screams. "Not in a bad way. A wand waving witch. Anyway, this letter explained that you were a witch and invited to go to Hogwarts," a light sparked in Hermione's mind, just like her dreams, "and you agreed to go. I myself was a Pureblood; that's a witch or wizard with a long line of witch and wizards ancestors on both sides; so of course I went. We were enemies all through the seven years of school. I would often make fun of you and your friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley."

"You mean the man who registered his daughter in my dance class?" Hermione cut in. She wasn't thinking of that though. 'The letter I had gotten last week, wasn't in from a Ron Weasley?' Hermione thought.

"If his wife was a Ginny Potter then yes," Draco responded. The screams continued to come from kitchen. "Between the sixth year and seventh year your friends and you defeated a dark wizard; I won't go into details now though. And then after we graduated, you of course graduating top of the year in every subject, a law was passed by our government. The goal of this law was to decrease the number of squibs being born." Hermione must have given him a blank look because he quickly put in, "A squib is a child with no magical ability while their parents have magic ability."

"Okay," Hermione nodded, "what was the law?"

"All female muggle; a magical person with non-magical heritage; had to marry a pureblood male or they would be kicked out of the wizarding world," Draco said. "I, on my fathers orders, sent in my request for your hand, and though mine wasn't the first there; Ron Weasley's was; my father pulled some strings and you were to be my bride." He tensed as if waiting for Hermione to explode, but this was making perfect sense to Hermione.

"Okay," Hermione said, "it's making sense so far."

"It is?" Draco asked, shocked. A particularly loud scream came from the kitchen, followed by some grunts and groans; inwardly Hermione cringed.

"Yes," Hermione replied, "it's a lot like some dreams of mine." She instantly blushed. She was supposed to be mad at the guy, not spilling her secrets out to him.

"Dreams?" Draco asked, "You've dreamt about Hogwarts, and your friends, and… me?"

"Yes," Hermione replied shortly. "And you should know that the ones with you in it were no that pleasant."

Before Draco could reply the waitress came back out with two teas; neither were steaming and Hermione guessed were cold. Her uniform was askew, her hair was a mess, her make-up was smudged, and she was sweaty. After she had given them their teas; which were cold as Hermione guessed; she headed back to the kitchen.

"I wouldn't expect your dreams of me to be pleasant," Draco said pushing his tea away, Hermione mimicked that disgusted. "I wasn't exactly a pleasant person." He sighed. "Alright, I was down right tyrannical. But it was my father. I was raised by him to believe certain things, and you were none of those things, so I was to treat you accordingly to how my father raised me. How I was taught wives were to obey, and how muggleborns were to treat purebloods. And I was so blind to see past that. On our wedding day when asked if you would be my wife by the minister you told him no. And so he snapped your wand; which I had at the time so you couldn't jinks me; and erased your memory. And then a couple weeks ago I was on that campputter,"

"Computer," Hermione corrected.

"Yes that," Draco nodded, "I was on that, as a business thing, I wanted to see if that muggle contraption would work. I had stumbled onto a singles dating…thing! And while looking I found the profile Miranda set up for you, and I knew I just had to see you again, to see if I could make things right."

"Is that it?" Hermione asked. Draco nodded. "Well I don't think you're insane." He looked hopeful, "I think your COMPLETELY NUTS!" Draco looked shocked as Hermione pushed her way to her feet. "You expect me to believe all that! That you've just suddenly changed? That you're suddenly an angel?"

"Of course not," Draco said, standing up slowly as well. "It didn't happen suddenly. It's been nine, almost ten years, since the day you said no; with good reason. And my father died a year after that. It took me eight years to change." Hermione slowly sat down, when something else in her head clicked.

"What about Laura?" she asked. "She looks an awful lot like you."

"I would expect she does," Draco said, dropping his head into his hands. "I know for a fact she's mine."

"Yours?" Hermione yelled again. He nodded in his hands. "I don't remember this right?" He nodded. "You don't want me to remember this?" Another nod. "Was in consensual?" He shock his head. Before she could even stop herself; and she wasn't sure that she would if she could; she flung both of their drinks at him.

"Wait, I can explain this too," he protested, not moving from his spot, not even to wipe the cold tea from his face hair.

"Oh I'm sure you can!" Hermione snapped pushing to her feet, and ready to storm out. Draco also got to her feet, and stepped in front of her, blocking her way.

"I can," Draco said. "And I don't expect you to forgive after my explanation either." He sighed. "It was just that you weren't become my ideal wife-to-be, and I knew that you would probably never be. And I figured; please remember that I was only eighteen, just a year over adulthood; that if I did this and claimed you, you would have to marry my. I'm not sure if you remember what I said the next morning."

"I remember," Hermione said coldly.

"Well," he stepped forward, Hermione stepped back. "No, please let me do this." He took another step forward, put a hand on her face and gently kissed her. "I release you."

And there you go. Remembering Hogwarts. And no, Hermione does not remember everything right away, but she does, and she knows Draco is telling the truth. The next story Finding Hogwarts is from Laura's POV and should be up in a couple seconds.

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