Author's note: Allo! Thanks for Sapphire1031 for suggesting I put the povs together. That means longer chapters for you guys :))

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that JKR has written about, but I simply borrow those characters and twist them into random plots.

Chapter Three:

So Here We Are

Hermione's POV

I walked out of the fireplace slowly. I looked around the small den and didn't see nor hear anyone.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" I called out.

"Hermione dear is that you?" I heard Molly call from a floor up.

"Yes, it's me Mrs. Weasley," I answered.

I heard her come down the steps. She immediately engulfed me in a hug.

"Good to see you, dear," she said as she gave me a sincere smile.

"I'm glad to be here. Is Ron here by any chance?"

"Yes, I was about to wake him."

"I'll do it if you want," I offered.

"Sure dear, if you don't mind," she said giving me another smile.

I returned the smile and headed up the stairs.

Even though everyone had moved out, Ron still kept his room in the attic. I slowly opened the door and saw Ron's lanky form sprawled out on his bed. I smiled to myself and crossed the disastrous room.

I leaned over him and gently shook him.

"Ron, time to wake up," I said firmly.

"No, not now," he answered lolling his head around.

"Ron, wake up!" I repeated with a laugh.

"Hermione, is that you?" He asked cracking one blue eye open.

"Yes, it's me."

He opened the other eye and slowly sat up.

"What are you doing here?" He asked groggily.

"What a great way to greet your girlfriend," I said as I put my hands on my hips.

"Girlfriend? Mione, we broke up over two and a half years ago," Ron said rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands.

I laugh. "Right and I'm carrying Draco Malfoy's child. I just escaped from his house, you know."

"Hermione, you're married to the bloke and you're carrying his child. I mean, I'm grateful that you think we're still together and I would like to know what kind of medicine you're on, but sadly it's not true," he said gently as if he was talking to a child.

I narrow my eyes at him. "Don't tell me you're on his side. Does he have you under the Imperio curse?"

"Hermione are you feeling all right? You haven't bumped your head or anything, have you?"

"I'm perfectly fine, thank you," I scoffed at him.

Ron gave me another long look and then stood up.

"Maybe we should go see Harry. He's better at this sort of thing."

"What sort of thing are you implying? Are you saying I'm mental?" I demanded raising my voice in anger.

"No, I'm not saying you're mental Hermione. Now, come on," he said grabbing my arm gently and toeing me along.

He grabbed some Floo Powder and called out Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. When he successfully flooed, I did the same.

When I arrived, I saw that Harry was sitting in the kitchen with not only Ron, but also Draco.

How had he gotten here before I did? Was Ron and Harry in cahoots with him? Could I never escape him? This was becoming one big nightmare.

I stood stiffly in the doorway.

"Hey Hermione. Why don't you sit down," Harry said gently.

I was beginning to resent this new-found tone everyone seemed to be using with me. It made me feel like I was a small child about to get lectured by a parent. I wasn't mental. I knew what I knew and nothing they told me would change my mind. If anything, they may be the mental ones.

I reluctantly sat down at the long table, away from all three of them. I crossed my arms and glared.

Harry ran a hand through his hair as he often did when he was nervous.

"So, Hermione why don't you tell me what's going on," he said looking down the table at me.

This felt more like a counseling session more so than friends, well two friends and a prick, trying to talk things out.

I cleared my throat. "Well, I wake up in Malfoy's bed this morning. I have no idea how I got there or when. The bastard was basically playing house with me. He brought my breakfast and was being all lovey dovey. He said we've been married for two years. He even said that I was pregnant. No way in hell I would let him touch me willingly. He had to have raped me. And where have you two been? Why haven't you been worried about me? Why haven't you rescued me from him?" I asked slamming a fist down on the table causing them to jump.

"Hermione calm down. I'll explain everything right now, ok?" Harry claimed.

I nodded for him to continue.

"Ok, well you are married to Draco. Before you interrupt, let me explain everything. What he said is true, you two have been married for two years, just as he said and you are pregnant. He didn't rape you. You just told me, Gin, Ron and the rest of the Weasleys two weeks ago. And we didn't come to 'rescue' you because you seem to like this git and therefore we had no reason to," he finished with a sigh.

Draco gave him a quick glare before he looked back down the table at me.

"Then why can't I remember these so-called joyous occasions? The last thing I can remember is Ron and I being together. That's all. Nothing about Draco and I even being friends nonetheless a married couple," I uttered softly.

"Well, I feel someway, somehow you've lost part of your memory. And we need to find out how," Harry said rubbing his face.

"B-but why? Who would do that? If my life was going well, why would someone want to do that to me? And on top of that if I'm pregnant. This is horrible," I stated as I felt a sob at the back of my throat.

I heard a chair scrape the floor and someone walk towards me. I then felt a hand on my arm in a comforting manner. I looked up and saw Harry's green eyes gently looking down at me.

"Hermione, we'll get your memory back. I promise," he promised tenderly.

I nodded and hugged his torso. I hoped he was right.

Draco's POV

I quickly got dressed and Flooed to Potter's house.

"Potter? Are you home?" I called.

I heard wailing coming from the hallway that ceased quickly. Harry appeared moments later.

"Sorry about that. Mrs. Black's portrait is a right bitch if you make a lot of noise," he said gesturing to sit at the table.

"Sorry about that," I conveyed as I sat down at the table.

"So what do I owe this visit?" Potter asked placing his arms on the table and folding them.

"I know this will come to you as a shock, but I didn't know who else to turn to," I declared starting to panic all over again.

"Malfoy, you should know how to handle Hermione by now," Harry said with a small smirk.

"Potter, we don't have time for your stupid fucking assumptions!" I yelled as I slammed my fists on the table.

Harry stared at me owlishly. I suppose I have his attention now.

"Now that I have your attention, yes it's about Hermione. Pot-Harry I think she lost her memory. This morning after she woke she started ranting and raving that she didn't love me and that I had raped her. She also said that she was still with Weasley. I immediately knew something was terribly wrong. And like I said, I didn't know who else to go to that knows her so well. I knew she would either come here to you or to Weasley. I'm hoping she didn't do the latter," I said with a ragged sigh.

Harry sat there and looked at me for awhile. Why wasn't this prat saying anything?

"H-how could that happen? She was fine yesterday, wasn't she?" He asked as his voice quivered.

"She was fine for the most part. She acted a bit wonky, but I chalked it up to her being pregnant," I shrugged.

Harry got up and started pacing frantically.

"First, we need to find her. Second, we have to figure out how this happened," he said stopping his pacing and leaning over the table.

"Well, I could have come up with that," I snarled at him.

"Of course! I was just trying to talk this all out for my benefit. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around this, Draco," he said training his green eyes on me.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I'm just worried and panicked. I just don't know what to do," I said defeated.

"I know you are. And it's ok. We'll figure this out. We'll bring her back. I promise," he affirmed sitting back down.

Just as he sat down, the floo lit up and out stepped Weasley. Great. If she wasn't with him then where was she? I felt the death grip panic had on my heart start up once again. But moments later, the floo lit up again and out stepped Hermione. Relief washed over me in waves.

I already saw her distrust in the situation. She looked at the three of us around the table and stood there, rigid. I wanted to walk over to her and hug her, but I knew I couldn't. She wouldn't let me. It made my heart ached.

"Hey Hermione. Why don't you sit down," Harry said to her slowly.

She stared at him for a moment, disgust clearly playing on her features. If I knew Hermione like I thought I did, I knew she wasn't taking too kindly to his patronizing tone. After a few agonizing minutes, she sat down away from us.

Harry looked nervously from me to Weasley and lastly to Hermione.

"So, Hermione why don't you tell me what's going on," he said.

Hermione gave him another look before she cleared her throat and proceeded to tell Harry the situation. The whole time she told him her side of the story I couldn't help but squirm a bit in my seat. Everything she thought made me feel worse than I already did. When she slammed her fists down on the table in anger, I couldn't help but jump as the noise brought me back to reality.

"Hermione calm down. I'll explain everything right now, ok?" Harry explained airily.

Surprisingly Hermione let him explain.

"Ok, well you are married to Draco. Before you interrupt, let me explain everything. What he said is true, you two have been married for two years and you are pregnant. He didn't rape you. You just told me, Gin, Ron and the rest of the Weasleys two weeks ago. And we didn't come to 'rescue' you because you seem to like this git and therefore we had no reason to," he finished with a sigh as if he was tired already.

I gave him a glare. Calling me a git wasn't helping the situation.

"Then why can't I remember these so-called joyous occasions? The last thing I can remember is Ron and I being together. That's all. Nothing about Draco and I even being friends nonetheless a married couple," She conveyed. It sounded like she was going to cry at any second. It broke my heart to watch her like that especially knowing I couldn't go comfort her.

"Well, I feel someway, somehow you've lost part of your memory. And we need to find out how," Harry said rubbing his face.

"B-but why? Who would do that? If my life was going well, why would someone want to do that to me? And on top of that if I'm pregnant. This is horrible," She said as I heard a sob at the back of her throat.

When Harry got up from his chair and walked over to her I felt a fire ignite in my chest. I felt jealous. I wanted to comfort my wife, not him. But I couldn't. She wouldn't let me. She didn't want anything to do with me. She thought we still hated each other.

I felt more determined than ever to get her back. I needed her back. I couldn't live without her. She may be sitting right in front of me, but she didn't remember all of the time we spent together. I will either get her to fall back in love with me or I'll somehow get her memory back. Even if it kills me.