Just an update - I finished writing the story last week, so there are five chapters plus an epilogue to come! I'm working on a Hunger Games story too, so please check it out!

Chapter 15
"There's no proof," Harry told them. Draco stood up, ready to protest when Harry continued. "I can't arrest Zabini because the two of you think he did it."

"He all but admitted it to Hermione," Draco replied, angry that the Boy Who Lived refused to believe him.

Harry sighed and turned his attention to Hermione. "Did he actually say he did it?" he asked.

Looking between her husband and her best friend, she finally shook her head. "But think about it, Harry," she pleaded. "Who else could have switched the ingredients?"

"Draco could have," he replied. "It's quite possible that it was all just an error on his part. But the two of you are turning this into, forgive the irony, a witch hunt. I'm not arresting Zabini, not without proof. Maybe the two of you should focus more on figuring out how to regain his memories than on pinning the blame on someone."

"Isn't Blaise supposed to be doing that?" Draco inquired facetiously.

Harry rose and kissed Hermione's cheek. "I'll look into it," he promised her. "In the meantime, take my advice. Work on getting his memories back. I miss the old Draco."

"Technically, this is the old Draco," she pointed out. From across the living room, Draco scowled at her and she promptly bade Harry goodbye. "So, what do we do now?"

He stood by the fireplace examining the framed photos that lined the mantle. The first to catch his eye was his wedding photo; just one in a long line of things he didn't remember. "He's not even gonna try," he muttered angrily. "The least he could do is question him, but Potter won't even do that. Does he even care that I don't remember the last six years?"

"Of course he does," Hermione replied, coming up behind him. "But Harry's right. We have no proof. I'd rather see you get your memories back than worry about who's to blame for you losing them to begin with."

Draco turned to face her and placed his hand on her stomach. "I want to remember too," he told her. "I want to remember Ana, really remember her. And you - it still amazes me that we ended up together. If everything I've been told is true, I really loved you. I've never loved anyone before."

"We'll get that back," she assured him, more desperate to believe it than he was. "We're smart enough to figure this out. If you could get the potion recipe and ingredients, maybe that's all we need to reverse the effects."

"What if it doesn't work?" he wondered, wrapping his arms around her to draw her nearer.

Hermione smiled, glad to be back in her husband's arms. "Then we figure out Plan B," she said. "But I think this can work. I'll talk to Harry."

Draco scoffed. "Load of help he's been," he grumbled.

She placed her hand on his cheek, lovingly stroking the stubble beneath her palm. "He has been helping," she pointed out. "None of the Aurors actually assigned to your case have told us anything. Harry can help us. He'll be able to get the ingredients and the recipe we need."

"Fine," he relented. "But you're not helping with this."

"But-" she protested, only to receive his hand over her mouth.

"No," he said adamantly. "Something goes wrong...you get hurt or the baby gets hurt. I won't risk that."

"Then Harry has to help you," she insisted. "He's good at potions. This potion could be more complex than you can handle. A second pair of hands might be necessary."

His sigh was dramatic as he rolled his eyes. "Fine," he said. "Fine, Potter can help. I'll even try to be nice if it'll make you happy."

Leaning forward, Hermione pressed her lips to his. "That would make me happy," she told him with a smile on her face.

Draco stood there, dumbfounded by what he had just experienced. It had been a long time since he had kissed anyone. Even in his 18 year old mind, he knew it had been two years since he'd last been with anyone. As a 24 year old, he knew it had been more than two months.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, pulling away when he said nothing. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she looked away.

"Don't be," he replied. He hooked his index finger under her chin and lifted it so he could look her in the eye. His hand shifted to caress her reddening cheek. For the first time in a month, he began to feel hopeful that he could fall in love with her again.

She pulled away. "I should go check on Ana," she decided. "Give Harry a call. The sooner the two of you get started, the better."

When Hermione was gone, Draco turned back to the fireplace and tossed in a handful of floo powder. "Potter, I need your help," he said the second Harry's head appeared in the flames.

"Tell me what you need me to do," Harry replied with a smile.

Hermione entered the nursery to find Ana curled up in the rocking chair. With only a few more finishing touches, the room would be complete. Ana had taken to sleeping in the rocker, claiming she wanted to be the baby again. Most nights, Ana and Draco would sit in the chair until she fell asleep. Then he would move her into her own bed. But each morning, they would wake to find her there.

"Hi, little lamb," Hermione murmured, smoothing back the little girl's hair. "It's time to wake up."

Ana stirred but continued to sleep. Hermione continued to stroke her hair and gently eased her into waking. When her gray eyes finally opened, she looked warily around the room. "Where is I?" she asked. "Baby here yet, Mama?"

"Not yet," Hermione replied, helping her down from the chair. "Think you'll want to sleep in here when he comes?"

Ana nodded enthusiastically as they walked downstairs. "Be near baby," she said.

"You might think differently when he cries and wakes you up," Hermione pointed out.

Draco collected her when she was nearing the last few steps. "Do babies cry lots, Daddy?" she asked when he picked her up.

He pressed a kiss to her cheek and said, "You didn't, but we might not get so lucky the second time around."

Hermione's foot had just hit the bottom step when she stopped. "How do you know that?" she asked.

He looked at her with wide eyes. "I don't know."