A/N: Hello! I hope you liked the last chapter! I wrote it in one sitting. *sigh* So anyway, this is the next one! There's not much happening in it, but a couple of new discoveries are made...
Previously on Memories:
Draco falls for Hermione, and he is extremely excited when he finds out they're staying in the same room. Hermione, on the other hand, is shocked, and wants a little bit of an explanation...
[Draco]
I was waiting with Headmaster Dumbledore with my green suitcase where Headmistress Minerva was walking with that girl from Potter and Weasley's gang. She still looked quite pretty, like she did with them. The only difference was that she was dragging a large blue designer (let me guess, the brand-new fall collection?) suitcase behind her. That and that the sun made her face look more angelic and heavenly. But she was still a Mudblood for all I care.
Whoa - where did that come from?
However, she was probably too busy gaping up the villas and the sky to notice I was right in front of her. She was just smiling up in the sky.
"Miss Granger, meet Mister Malfoy. Mister Malfoy, meet Miss Granger," mumbled Headmaster Dumbledore.
Hermione stopped gaping at the sky and turned to look at me. She looked at me in the eye alright, but the look for emotionless, unfriendly, cold. I just hope she won't kill me when she has the chance.
"I'm Draco," I smiled.
"I'm Hermione," she replied, slightly harsh. We shook hands. I could feel her squeezing mine harshly, like she wanted to break it.
Great, I thought. That hurt.
Before I could say anything more, these weird memories came back to me.
But last time I checked, they never happened to me.
[Hermione]
Hold on a second!
Since when did I know him?
I've never met him. Or even seen him. (That's a bit of a lie, I've seen him a few times before during the annual gatherings at St Rowena's.) Ever. Until now.
So why do I have these crazy memories of him?
My brain says that he's taunted me, insulted me, laughed at me. But last time I checked, he was just a boy with slight anger issues Harry and Ron have problems with. And that's perfectly normal.
And over and over again, he calls me Mudblood.
"You filthy Mudblood!" I see him call me. I then started bursting into tears. As if I know what that means.
But I don't.
I've never even heard of it.
I see him telling on me with a prim, proper woman that looks like Madame Umbridge. Then, I see myself bleeding as the word Mudblood is being carved on my arm. At first, I felt just a small tingle on it, but then, I could feel my skin breaking apart as it was written on my arm, my blood pouring out of my arm, my muscles tearing... in other words, I just feel a really painful sting. I was silently crying, but I could feel tears trickling dpwn my face and forming in my eyes, but I was trying to hold them back. Yet I wasn't screaming or wailing in fright.
I'm a brave girl, I thought.
Then, I see myself wearing my pink cardigan and jeans, and Malfoy was there, smirking at me, insulting Professor Hagrid.
"You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!"
I then slapped Draco flat on his face. I felt better after that. He looked disguted, angry, shocked at me. I smiled and went back to the school with Ron and Harry. Of course I was mad at him! I mean, who doesn't like Professor Hagrid? He taught Zoology at both St. Rowena and St. Godric and he was such a joy to be around and - hold on, since when did I go to to the same school as Harry and Ron?
A second later, I snapped back into reality. We were both blinking crazily, and we almost stifled a laugh at each other.
"D'you see that?" Draco asked me.
"See what?" I asked, acting all concerned and curious.
"Oh, nothing. Must be my imagination," I replied, smirking.
"Yeah," I nodded.
Thinking about those 'memories' make me ask so many questions.
Who am I, really?
What is happening to me?
And why are these memories haunting me?
[Draco]
"You filthy Mudblood!" I yelled at her.
She then burst into tears. Gosh, she looks so upset like that.
Why am I calling her Mudblood?
What exactly is it and why is it making her cry?
Then I saw Mudblood being carved on her arm, and she was bleeding so badly because of it. I was watching her, helpless.
Why wasn't I doing anything?
What did she do to deserve that?
It then changed to another memory. I then see her slap my face after I have appeared to have insulted Professor Hagrid. I was looking shocked at her; not only did she slapped me, I insulted Professor Hagrid.
But the weird thing is, I like Professor Hagrid. I mean, who doesn't? He was always, smiling, happy, and full of random facts that can sometimes (okay... always) be irrelevant, but it doesn't make it any less interesting!
And why do I hate her so much? And why does she hate me?
Oh wait, she's friends with Potter and Weasley.
But even then, what has she done to me to deserve my hatred?
And since when did we go to the same school?
I then snapped back into reality, trying to hold back a laugh as I was blinking like a lunatic. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that our hands were still tight around each other and I let hers go. Her hand dropped down to her side like a rock.
"D'you see that?" I ask her.
"See what?" she replied gently.
"Oh, nothing. Must be my imagination," I replied, smirking.
"Yeah."
"And this is where you two will be staying," Mistress McGonagall grinned, turning the doorknob to the villa. "Welcome to the Villa of Slythendor."
A/N: Guess how I got the name 'Slythendor'! :P It's pretty easy when you think about it. Aaand it isn't exactly one of my favourite chapters to write, but one of the most important in this story so far.
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