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She opened her eyes, warm sunlight spilling into the room.

What an odd dream, she thought, rubbing her eyes. She stretched, arching her back. She looked around her bedroom and frowned.

She was still in the hospital ward, her own bedroom a few blocks away. So it really wasn't a dream? She peered curiously at the empty bed in front of her. It looked as if it had been slept in, alright. The black robe lay abandoned at the floor. Malfoy however, was nowhere in sight.

Her heart started to race. The ward was empty. Panicking, she darted out of the ward and into the hallway. She ignored the puzzled hellos she recieved and sped down the stairs. She reached the first floor when she was stopped by the last person she wanted to see.

Ron.

"Oh, what are you doing here so early?" He asked curiously. He had bags under his eyes and looked as if he had did something very amusing. He was standing in the hallway, blocking her path.

"Move, Ronald, I need to go!" She shrieked, jumping to try and look over his shoulder.

He scowled. "Ronald? Since when do you call me that? And why are you dressed like that?"

She looked down at herself, turning red: she was still wearing a thin undershirt. "One question at a time please," She begged, trying to edge her way around him and hiding her embarassment. "It's not my shift, but I need to do something..."

"You know, Malfoy was here a second ago. I've been seeing him a lot lately-"

"Which way did he go?" Hermione spat, cutting him off.

He looked offended. "He took off through the front doors, like he was on some casual stroll. He looked like he was under a bad memory charm, though... Poor bloke... Oh hey, funny story-"

She didn't listen to anything else. She darted out the front door, looking up and down the street. She finally spotted him - dissapearing around the corner. She followed him, trying to appear as an everyday muggle.

It wasn't working, however. Many people watched as she passed. A small group of men even whistled in her direction from across the street. Furious, she clutched her arms around her thin undershirt and kept on following the slow bobbing head still wandering down the street. Malfoy was wearing a plain muggle t-shirt and muggle pants.

He was in the park when she finally snatched him by the sleeve. "Malfoy, where do you think you're even going-"

"Oh hello! I remember you!" He bellowed at her, alerting a few muggles strolling past. Hermione nearly fell back. That was the friendliest his voice had ever been.

But still, he still seemed very confused. Whoever had done the Memory Charm on him was clearly not good at it.

"Yeah you do. Come back with me, Malfoy, you don't belong here." She growled. He looked around himself; First at the muggle-filled park, the ice cream parlor across the street, and finally, her.

"But I want to walk first." He took off again, striding confidently down the sidewalk. Some muggles were still watching. Hermione smiled pathetically and made a circular notion with her finger pointed to the side of her head, feigning that Malfoy was simply loose in the head. The nearest muggle shrugged.

She took her place beside him, speaking in a sharper, but softer voice. "You're not well, Malfoy. You need to come back to St. Mungo's. You're under a Memory Charm."

"Memory? Charm? I only like the 'Charm' part, since I believe I'm indeed very charming..." He babbled, grinning impishly down at her. Hermione smacked the palm of her hand to her forehead.

"Please come with me, you might do something stupid and expose our wizarding world." She tried saying soothingly, grimacing as she clutched his arm and tried bringing him in the other direction.

"STOP!" He hollered, pulling himself out of her grasp and retreating a few steps. Hermione froze as he started to reach inside his pocket where the tip of his wand was protruding.

"Malfoy, Malfoy... Malfoy!" She lunged forward just as the tips of his fingers were an inch away from the wand. She tackled him to the ground, surprised at her own strength.

Malfoy didn't get angry again. Instead, he stared past her, towards the sky. "Wow, look at the sky," He said in an awed tone. "And the sunlight. You look very pretty in the sunlight, you know..."

It was like talking to a little kid.

"Come on, lay next to me. The sky looks very pretty, er... What's your name again?"

Hermione lay there on top of him, dazed. It was so weird talking to a nice Malfoy. She obeyed, deciding it was safter to just listen to him for now. She rolled to her side and lay on the grass next to him. The ground was very hot.

A few muggles giggled as they passed. Hermione rolled her eyes but ignored them, staring at the sky loyally.

For once, Malfoy was actually right. The sun was in the corner of their sight, but manageable. The sky was a pure, shocking blue. There were a few clouds here and there, but it was still a very pretty scene. She lay, listening to Malfoy's easy breathing for a peaceful moment.

"You never told me your name." He spoke, looking sideways at her.

Hermione turned her head to stare back. "Oh, it's Hermione." She said slowly and carefully.

He laughed. "Her-my-nee? Hermy... Nah... Ninny, nope. M-Min? Ah. Mine! There you go, I'll just call you 'Mine.'"

Hermione flushed a bright, tomato red. "Er- that's fine with me-"

"So, you're mine," He chirped brightly. "Look at that cloud!"

They stared picking out shapes in the clouds. Draco picked out a mushroom shaped cloud, and Hermione joined in, picking out animals and other shapes in the clouds.

She didn't even hear the other curious mutters of the muggles anymore.

"Oh, that looks like a rose," Malfoy sang, pointing. "Roses are very pretty."

She nodded. "Almost makes me wish I had one right now."

Malfoy sat up very abruptly. "You want a rose? Here you go." He turned away from her for a moment. She sat up, curious. Malfoy had started to retrieve his wand.

Hermione squeaked. She pounced on top of him, trying to hide it from view. He laughed childlishly. She felt him move his wand once and she saw a rose appear on top of his chest. She looked around nervously. None of the muggles were watching. They seemed to have lost interest in making fun of them an hour ago.

"Here you go. It's a present to Mine." He grinned impishly. Hermione rolled off him and they both sat up. He stowed his wand back inside his pocket.

Wordlessly, she took the red rose from his hand.

"I'm getting kind of hungry. Let's go back to that place you wanted me to go to now." He stood up, brushing grass of himself. Hermione stood up and smiled weakly at him.

How weird this was, indeed. She looked off towards the horizon, where the sun was about to set. He was about to march off when he suddenly gasped.

He collapsed on the ground, clutching his arm, but not uttering a single sound.

"Malfoy! Wh-what-" But he had stopped writhing. His eyes were closed. Hermione helped him stand up and she led him to a nearby bench.

He was still clutching his arm with his eyes shut tight. With soft hands, she rolled his sleeve back to expose his arm. There, on his wrist, was the Dark Mark. It had a bright red, "1" burned just above it.

"I-It..." He panted, taking in shaky breaths of air. "Wait, I'm starting to remember..."

She sat next to him silently, saying nothing.

"Someone really tall... In a dark cloak... Slits for eyes..." He stuttered. Hermione knew instantly he was getting flashbacks of the Dark Lord. She said nothing. "I remember him cursing me..."

He groaned.

"It'll be alright, Malfoy, it'll be alright..."

He smiled weakly. They stood up and he leaned against her on their way across the park.

"Wait!" He let go of her and ran back to the bench, searching. Hermione watched as he picked up something and came running back to her. "You forgot your rose." He brushed her hair back and tucked the rose behind her ear carefully.

They were almost out of the park when Hermione reached out tentatively and laced her hand in his.

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