Narcissa was surrounded by books and letters from her ancestors. The Black Family. Half of her family archives were confiscated by the ministry for containing dark magic. There wasn't much on memory charms and spells, but she figured there had to be something at least a little helpful.

The old papers smelled like dust, and reminded her of the manor. Like the manor to Lucius, the archives were passed onto her from the generations above, when her family died. It hadn't been easy to recover them from the Ministry's inspection, but she couldn't let her family's knowledge go to waste. She had taken some with her, thankfully, when she left from the manor. Because if worse came to worst, she could make sure that they could go onto Draco or to her sister.

Sometimes the use of the Cruciatus Curse can force a person to remember things that they've been spelled to forget.

Narcissa scoffed. Unhelpful.

She dug some more, her eyes skimming the texts on the pages. There were mentions of unforgiveables, things that you could find in textbooks. But then, she hit the jackpot.

The use of Obliviate can sometimes be reversed through the use of an old memory, or something to do with the person(s) old life, as it may trigger the person to remember that day, or that memory, which can lead to the recovery of other memories.

This is what she was looking for. Hermione needed something like pictures, or some old toy of hers to show her parents to trigger their recovery of memory. Narcissa smiled to herself. Now, to find the other part to the recovery. A reverse Confundus charm. And Hermione Granger knew how to do those.

Dear Miss Granger,

I hope you had a lovely birthday.

I've found some very helpful information in the Black Family Archives that I think would be worth a try, if given some extra research. It says that sometimes the Obliviate spell can be reversed from the use of a memorabilia (a photo, or an item) of an important memory for both you (the thing you're trying to recover) and the people the spell was used on.

I hope this information was helpful. I believe the Black Archives to be very helpful, however you may want to conduct some extra research to make sure that you have it right.

I wish you and Draco the best of luck in your endeavours.

Tell him to answer my Owls. I don't appreciate being ignored by my only son.

Narcissa Malfoy.

Hermione skimmed the letter, shouting for joy. "Draco! Come here! Your mother found something."

She heard him bolt up from where he was in his room, and a few things crash to the ground. He was being oddly attentive the last couple of days, not that she was complaining. It was nice. He quickly opened her door, and rushed to read the letter.

He grinned at her, something she had hardly ever seen before. It lit up his face like someone had cast a Lumos in front of it. "This is amazing news!"

"Yeah! I basically just have to go to Australia and reverse it!" Hermione's eyes were alight with happiness. They were both looking at each other with massive grins on their faces.

Their faces were only centimetres apart from each other, Draco's eyes flickering from hers to her lips every now and again. Hermione could feel his minty breath on her face. One of his hands moved up slightly, however hesitantly stayed back from touching her.

Hermione could feel her heartrate speed up

Before anything could happen, Draco shook his head and pulled away from her. It was then that Hermione realised she had been holding her breath, and let it all out in a sigh. She leaned back on the bed, sitting up with her arms propping her up.

"That's- that's great news," He said soberly. "Let's tell Headmistress McGonagall."

And just like lightning, he was gone.

"I trust that I can rely on you two to get there and back safely, without any hiccups? I will write letters to your teachers to let you out of class for the rest of the week so that you don't have to be bake at any specific time. Please do inform me if anything were to go awry." McGonagall had sat them down in her office again, explaining her expectations of the trip. Draco didn't understand why she felt they needed them. They were both above the age of seventeen, legally adults in the Ministry's eyes. "I've set up a portkey to show up in front of their house." She held out an object wrapped in brown cloth. "Don't touch it until you need to come back."

Hermione nodded eagerly, her toes tapping on the floor beneath her as though she couldn't wait to leave.

"You two will leave tomorrow morning, when I will give you the port key to go there, and the one to come back. The port key will close off at 10am, so you have time to get some breakfast before you leave. Bring the essentials that you will need. The port key to get back closes at 3pm on Saturday. I trust that is enough time to do that you need to do, Miss Granger."

"Thank you, Professor," Hermione replied hastily, her eyes more alight than Draco had seen them since she got into the train.

He didn't know what he had been thinking that morning, almost kissing her. He was so happy for her, and the work that they had done to get there wouldn't be for nothing. Somehow, he had gotten attached to this case, which he never intended to do.

He wanted to come back to Hogwarts, finish his education without bias, restore his family name and go on living his life without friends. However, he had found himself caring more for Hermione than he wanted to admit to himself. He cared about her happiness, and about her parents. Draco wasn't sure if what he was feeling was protectiveness, guilt, or pity. He prayed that it was one of the latter.

They quickly left McGonagall's office, with smiles on their faces.

"I can't believe it!" Hermione shrieked joyously, the skip in her step growing. Draco was walking beside her, his smirk having turned into a smile for her. Her happiness was contagious.

Hermione stopped for a moment, and pulled Draco to a stop. Her mood seemed to have sobered.

She looked at him right in the eyes. "Thank you," She said. "You didn't have to help me, and I know that I was being difficult at the beginning of the four weeks, and you've helped me get my parents back, and you weren't too difficult about it. So thank you."

The tension between the two was able to be cut with a knife. He needed to say something. Fast. The silence was borderlining awkward.

"Well, I only did it because my family name needs to be cleared."

The words came out before he could stop them.

He saw the shock register on her face for a moment, before she wiped her face clear of emotion.

"Okay," She said, turning around to walk back to their room. She felt like he had just wiped his ass with her thanks and gratitude.

Draco was left standing there, wondering what the hell happened and where the hell his attitude change came from. Either one of his attitude changes. He shook his head. She needed to know the truth as to why he helped her.

He shook his head. Not like he cared about what she thought about him, right?

With that, he turned on his heel and headed to the Quidditch pitch.

The morning came quicker than either of them anticipated, but both were ready for it. Hermione had spent the night memorising all the things she needed, and everything they needed to do. Draco had spent the night tossing and turning, though had fallen asleep rather quickly, knowing that the day was going to be long. He knew better than to toss and turn when something big was about to happen.

Hermione started packing the things into a small purse that had an extension charm on it, like the one she took on the run with her. She didn't know what they were going to need, so she packed muggle money, food, clothes and potions. For luck, she chucked in a few memory charm books.

The memorabilia she had brought with her was a picture of her and her parents- a moving one. It was her first moving picture. The man in the shop had shown her how to use it, and took a picture so that she could remember the day she bought all her things to fit into who she was born to be.

Her father's arm was wrapped around her on one side, and her mother was on the other. Neither of them looked old in this photo, though Hermione suspected that they had aged since she left them. In case that one didn't work, she had other albums of photos and a blanket from when she was a child.

"Are you ready to leave?" Draco said to her, waiting in the common room for her. He could sense her nerves from a mile away, thought she had tried to disguise it with a straightened posture and a pepper up potion to cover the lack of sleep. Draco had been trained to look for weaknesses and tell-tale signs of anxiety. Her fingers wringing the strap to her handbag was a massive give-away.

"Yes." Hermione tried to keep her voice level, as though what he had told her the night before hadn't hurt her feelings. She walked past him, ignoring the smell of cologne as she passed him.

Draco followed behind her on the way to McGonagall's office.

McGonagall was sitting there apprehensively, as though she had been anticipating their arrival. Her toe was tapping nervously on the concrete ground. Her eyes darted up to greet them as they entered the office.

"Good morning, Professor," Hermione said, more hospitable than she had spoken to Draco.

"Are you ready, dear?" Hermione nodded, and turned to Draco.

"Are you?" She asked him, daringly. Whether that was a dig at him, or a genuine question, she wasn't sure. Either way, Draco nodded.

McGonagall handed over a small object wrapped in a brown cloth. Draco could just about feel it's pull.

"You must hold hands before you go, so that the both of you are transported," McGonagall said. "This is the one for when you're coming back. Keep an eye on it."

She gestured so that Hermione would link hands with Draco, which she did hesitantly. She didn't ignore the fact that his hands were surprisingly cold, but smooth and somewhat comforting.

McGonagall opened her bag that was hanging off her wrist, and dropped in the portkey.

"Expect to be feeling a little woozy, as it is quite the way to travel." She sounded more nervous than Draco felt. He had been asked to do worse things while his parents were following the Dark Lord. To him, this was a piece of cake. "I'll see you both when you return. Owl me if anything changes or send a patronus. Whichever is faster."

Hermione dropped Draco's hand, much to his surprise, and threw her arms around the older woman. "Thank you, Professor."

Draco tried to pretend like he wasn't standing there awkwardly, but the truth was hard to deny. He felt something for Hermione, though he hadn't quite figured out what it was, yet.

Hermione let McGonagall go from their hug, and stood back to take Draco's hand.

"Are you ready?"

And before Hermione and Draco could comprehend, they were being whirled off into another hemisphere.

A/N

Hey y'all. Thanks for getting me to 1K!

I've been in a bit of a rough patch so I'm so sorry that this update took so long.