Author's Note: Now the chapters won't be AS repetitive. With Draco's POV I'll mainly focus on what's going through his head versus the conversation. There will be some still, just so you know where his thoughts coincide with the story. :) Ok, I couldn't help it! I wanted to publish another chapter.

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

Chapter Four:

As the Doctor Talks

Hermione's POV

We arrived at St. Mungo's shortly after I calmed down enough to leave the house.

I clung to Harry's arm as we made our way to the proper floor. I could see Draco look behind him every few minutes to look at me. The look on his face was heartbreaking even if I didn't remember him loving me. It clearly showed he did in the looks he gave me, but I just couldn't wrap my head around the idea. However it happened, it had to be an amazing story.

We stopped in front of white door with a gold name plate on it. It read, Dr. John Faint, Memory Specialist. I took a deep breath before Harry knocked on the door.

It opened halfway revealing a stout man with thick-lensed glass and a stern demeanor. I could tell that I wouldn't like this man already. He seemed to have a superior air about himself. I felt that we'd be bumping heads more so than cooperating with each other.

"Mr. Potter," Dr. Faint said holding out his meaty hand.

"Dr. Faint," Harry said shaking his hand.

"Come in," he rendered as he gestured to the open door.

Harry and I walked in first then followed by Draco and Ron.

The office was bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. I shouldn't have been surprised really.

Dr. Faint conjured two more chairs up for Draco and Ron to sit in. He folded his hands upon his desk and looked at the lot of us.

"So, what is the problem, Mr. Potter?" He asked with a small smile.

"Well, Hermione," he gestured to me, "seemed to have lost part of her memory. Draco, her husband, discovered this this morning when she woke. She doesn't remember that they're married nor that she's pregnant."

The doctor leaned back in his chair and looked at me for the first time. He seemed to be studying me as if he could see inside of my head. I involuntarily shivered. I didn't like how he looked at me. It felt like he was x-raying my soul with those damned glasses.

"Hermione, what's the last thing you remember?" He asked abruptly.

"Um, that I was dating Ron," I answered as I point to the redhead behind me.

He nodded and wrote something down.

"And how long ago was it that you dated Ron?" He asked as his hazel eyes penetrated me again.

"Well, from what they've told me, two and a half years ago," I replied.

He nodded again and wrote some more.

"Mr. Malfoy, has she been acting strangely?" He inquired.

Draco cleared his throat. "Not much. I mean, I couldn't really tell the difference is she was since she's pregnant. She seemed generally fine to me yesterday. She claimed she was rather tired, but I just thought it to be another effect of pregnancy."

"I see," Dr. Faint murmured.

The four of us waited to see what he would tell us next.

"We'll need to run several tests to see if we can find anything out," he said as he placed his finger tips together in front of him.

I sat there petrified of what these tests could entail. I thought I should get the answer to something before all of this began. I needed to be sure.

"Doctor, can I do something before we begin this?" I asked tentatively.

He nodded at me to continue.

"Um, I just want to know if I'm pregnant or not. I know they have to be telling the truth, but I need to know for myself," I divulged unsure.

He sat there for a moment and then finally nodded. "Of course. Maybe it'll help."

With that, he got up and opened the door. "Follow me."

I got up and looked back at the three men in the room. I wondered if I could take one with me, but I ruled against it as I hurried to catch up with Dr. Faint.

We took the elevator down to maternity. I wrung my hands as we walked down the corridor. I was going to find out if Draco and my love was indeed real.

It was a bitter sweet moment. I was so nasty to him this morning, but having all this information thrown at you and not knowing that your memory had been altered or taken, it couldn't be helped. On the other hand, I had a life inside of me. It was both terrifying and amazing at the same time.

As we made our way back up to his office, I couldn't help but stare at the ultrasound picture they gave me. I couldn't believe all of this. When I walked back into the office, three sets of eyes looked at me. I quickly averted my gaze and looked down at the picture once again.

When I sat down, I felt someone staring at me. I knew it had to be Draco. He probably wanted to know if I remembered anything or my reaction of finally knowing he was telling the truth. I couldn't show him my reaction to all of this yet. I had to get used to it all over again.

"All right, now that your curiosity has been satisfied, we can begin the tests."

I looked up at him and nodded. "It won't harm the baby will it?"

"Of course not. Don't worry about anything Hermione. That baby is perfectly fine."

We all moved into a laboratory that wasn't far from Dr. Faint's office. The instruments and machines were intimidating. I hoped he didn't have to use all of these on me. When Harry saw my face, he squeezed my free hand with reassurance. I felt slightly better having him with me as I go through these tests.

Dr. Faint motions for me to sit upon a stool in the middle of the room. I walk over to it unhurriedly and sit down. I clutch the picture of my baby in my hand and wait.

As the tests begin, I have one thought constantly running through my mind. I need to get my memory back. Not so much as for myself, but because of this baby and Draco. If we loved each other enough to make this baby then I have to try my hardest to get better. For him. For the baby. For us.

When Dr. Faint finishes with his tests, he told us he'll in contact as soon as he gets the results back.

"Hermione, I think it would be good for you to go home with Mr. Malfoy. Since he is your husband and maybe somehow going back to your familiar routine will help with remembering things," he said placing a hand on my shoulder.

I tense up under his hand. I already don't like this man for some reason. I really don't like him touching me.

"Y-you want me to actually go home with him? What if I get scared again? What if it's worse than it was this morning?" I questioned desperately.

"If you get frightened or if it gets worse, I'm sure Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley will be there to help. Don't worry. If you have any questions don't be afraid to ask Mr. Malfoy. It may help."

I swallowed the panic that was hysterically clawing its way up my throat and then nodded.

I have to do this. If this will help, then I have to suck it up and go for it. I already promised myself I would try my hardest to get my memory back and I will. I, Hermione Jean Granger-Malfoy will not give up. I am a Gryffindor and giving up is not in my vocabulary.

When we got to the first floor of the hospital, Ron, Harry, Draco and I went our separate ways. As I walked to a fireplace with Draco, I looked back to see Harry and Ron looking at me with sadness and worry in their eyes. I hope my face wasn't conveying the worry I felt as well.

Draco's POV

Watching Hermione cling to Harry like her life depended on it was hard to watch. It should be me who she goes to when she's afraid or uncertain, not Potter. I'd see her look at me as if she's unsure of who she should be using for support.

We finally arrive at the memory specialist's door. I hoping with all I have that this doctor will help my wife and bring her back to me. That's all I really want.

Harry knocked on the door and Doctor Faint walked out. For some reason I couldn't shake the feeling that I didn't like him. Why? I couldn't tell you. Something about him rubbed me the wrong way.

After Harry shook his hand, we entered the office and waited for Dr. Faint to begin.

"So, what is the problem, Mr. Potter?" He asked with a small smile.

"Well, Hermione," Harry gestured to her, "seemed to have lost part of her memory. Draco, her husband, discovered this this morning when she woke. She doesn't remember that they're married nor that she's pregnant."

I saw Hermione shiver a bit when the doctor trained his eyes on her. I could see why. He looked like he was trying x-ray her goddamn soul. I didn't like it one bit. I wanted to shield her from his gaze.

After asking Hermione what she last remembered, he turned to me.

"Mr. Malfoy, has she been acting strangely?" He inquired.

I cleared my throat. "Not much. I mean, I couldn't really tell the difference is she was since she's pregnant. She seemed generally fine to me yesterday. She claimed she was rather tired, but I just thought it to be another effect of pregnancy."

"I see," Dr. Faint murmured.

I felt like an idiot. I feel like I should have really saw that there was something wrong with Hermione instead of blaming it on her being pregnant. What a terrible husband I've been.

"We'll need to run several tests to see if we can find anything out," he said as he placed his finger tips together in front of him.

"Doctor, can I do something before we begin this?" Hermione asked tentatively.

He nodded at her to continue.

"Um, I just want to know if I'm pregnant or not. I know they have to be telling the truth, but I need to know for myself," she said sounding unsure.

He sat there for a moment and then finally nodded. "Of course. Maybe it'll help."

With that, he got up and opened the door. "Follow me."

Before Hermione walked out of the office, she stopped and looked at the three of us. It seemed like she wanted to take one of us with her. I wanted to get up and go with her, hold her hand, but she left before I could.

As I sat there in the office with Potter and Weasley, I thought about how she would react to seeing our child. The first time we saw the baby, she cried and I held her hand and smiled at her. I wish I was there right now.

She came back and Harry, Weasley, and my eyes snapped to her. She quickly looked away and down at the small photo she held in her hand. A picture of our child. Did she remember anything from seeing it? How did she feel about seeing our child for the first time again? I had to know.

When she sat back down, I stared at the back of her head willing for her to look back at me. If I could only see her face, I'd know exactly what she was feeling, but she never did.

After the doctor informed her that the tests wouldn't harm the baby we moved into the lab a few doors down and watched at her performed many complicated tests on her. I saw how frightened she was and I hoped she knew everyone, to my disgust, was there to support her.

When Dr. Faint finishes with his tests, he told us he'll in contact as soon as he gets the results back.

"Hermione, I think it would be good for you to go home with Mr. Malfoy. Since he is your husband and maybe somehow going back to your familiar routine will help with remembering things," he said placing a hand on her shoulder.

I could see how tense she was as soon as he placed his hand on her shoulder. It took all of my will power to not walk over to them and throw his hand off.

"Y-you want me to actually go home with him? What if I get scared again? What if it's worse than it was this morning?" She questioned.

"If you get frightened or if it gets worse, I'm sure Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley will be there to help. Don't worry. If you have any questions don't be afraid to ask Mr. Malfoy. It may help."

She was afraid of me? I know this had to do with her not remembering anything about our relationship, but it still stung to hear her say that. And she would let Potter and Weasley rescue her if she needed it.

When we got to the first floor of the hospital, Hermione and I walked to the fireplace to our right. She stopped and looked at Potter and Weasley. I don't know what her face looked like, but I could see Potter and Weasley were worried. Who were they more worried for, her or me? With one last look at them, I walked into the fireplace and said Malfoy Manor.

A/N: Next chapter should be better from Hermione's POV at least. Not as sad and depressed. Promise! And tell me how it like it this way. Thanks. :)