Author's note: Hello! It's funny I'm supposed to be on vacation, kind of, and I'm laying in bed writing this chapter. I hope you love me. I think this is my favorite chapter thus far (also the longest). Hope you enjoy it.

I wasn't going to publish this until I finished another chapter, but it's been a rough day. Finally say DH part II and I'm depressed, as I'm sure most/all of you are. So here's a chapter to hopefully help the void.

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

Chapter Six:

How Could I Forget?

Hermione's POV

As the week went on Draco and I fell back into our daily routines. He went back to work whilst I roamed the Manor. I wanted to go back to work, but I knew I couldn't yet. I didn't remember much. But I'm glad that the Ministry's so understanding. They're holding my job until I get my memory back, if ever.

Despite having a hard time remembering anything, I've been happy. I could see why I fell in love with Draco. He completely understands me. I don't have to ask for anything because he already knows what I need. It's rather endearing, but weird at the same time.

I often wondered if I was that way with him. I also wondered what kind of woman I was with him. I've read that love can change you and I wonder if Draco changed me and vice versa. When I dated Ron I didn't really notice a change. He and I were two separate beings, never one like I've always heard about. I almost feel like I could say that Draco and I were one. I'll have to do what the doctor says and ask him.

Last night Draco came home from work looking tremendously gloomy.

"Hermione?" He called.

I walked down the stairs and smiled at him. When he didn't return the smile, my own slid off of my face.

"What' wrong?" I ask attentively.

He took a deep breath and let it out bit by bit. "Well, Dr. Faint sent us a letter today."

"And?" I inquired unable to keep the excitement and curiosity out of my voice.

"Hermione, I don't know if it's good news," he assumed looking up at me.

"You don't know that. Did he come right out in the letter and say that?" I asked crossing my arm over my chest refusing to lose hope.

"No, but—"

"Exactly! Don't give up on me, please," I say desperately.

Draco walked over to me and took my hands in his. "Hermione, I love you and I would never give up on you. Never."

I stare up into his dark grey eyes. I could see the how grey they were with flecks of dark blue and gold. They were magnetic. I could see the absolute intensity of the love he felt for me in his eyes. As cliché as it sounds it made my knees feel weak and I was tempted to kiss him right then and there, but I held off.

"Thank you," I whispered.

Draco dropped my hands and gradually wrapped his arms around me. For him to embrace me felt pleasing. I could feel how tense he was so I melded into him. How could I not? This felt…right. As I stood there—completely comfortable—in his grip, he spoke.

"I promise you that no matter what I'm going to help get your memory back. I don't ever want to lose you or the baby, 'Mione," he whispered.

"You won't ever lose us, Draco. I promise. Even if I never get my memory back, I'm sure I'd fall back in love with you," I revealed.

He was quiet for a moment. "You have no idea how happy that makes me. That—that morning when you threatened to leave and get rid of the baby I didn't know what to do."

"I'm sorry, Draco," I say leaning back to look at him.

"It wasn't your fault. Whoever did this to you…I-I'm going to find them."

"I know you will," I say as I pull out of his arms.

He cleared his throat. "Anyways, the doctor wants us to come in tomorrow afternoon so we can talk about the results."

I nodded in understanding wishing I didn't break our moment.

The next morning Draco and I headed to St. Mungo's, both of us hoping for the best. I couldn't help but feel dread as we walked down the hallway to Doctor Faint's office. I feared this visit for two reasons, one, because I never wanted to see this man again. He rubbed me the complete wrong way and I believed Draco felt the same. And two, he would tell us he didn't have any results for us.

And I was right, he didn't find anything out. When he said those words, it felt like ice slid down into my stomach. I clutched my stomach. Draco looked at my concerned, but I shook my head at him. I was fine really. I was just in shock.

"What are we supposed to do?" Draco asked through stiff lips.

"Mr. Malfoy, please calm down. I understand you're upset. I'm going to try my damnedest to figure out any cure I can for Hermione here," Doctor Faint said folding his hands upon his desk.

Draco stared at him incredulously for a moment. "Of course I'm upset. My wife's memory still isn't back and you, a specialist, don't have a cure."

I placed my hand on Draco's arm. He looked over at me. I could see a glimpse of the old Malfoy then, the angry, determined, but passionate boy from my childhood. He took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry. I'm just worried," he said at last.

Doctor Faint nodded. "Again, understandable."

"Well, what would you like us to do?" I chimed in.

"I want you to continue what you're doing. Going through daily life while you continue to ask questions of Draco. Keep going over memories and such."

I nod and stand up. "Thank you, Doctor."

"Surely. I'll be in touch if I figure anything else out."

Draco stood as well and we headed out of the hospital.

"Can we take a walk?" I asked looking over at Draco.

"Of course."

He leads me to a park a few blocks from the hospital. It was a Muggle park, but it was nice nonetheless.

"I just wanted to get out a bit. I felt a little…cooped up in the Manor. No offense."

"I understand. I'm sorry. I should be more considerate with you," he says.

"Oh, it's ok. I'll have to take walks around the grounds soon. Can I ask you questions?"

"Of course, Hermione. You don't need to ask."

I nod. "What do you do for a living? I mean, what is your company about?"

"Well, I actually started it with Harry oddly enough. We're basically helping families get back on their feet post-war. Which we help them get jobs or whatever they need help with."

I nod. "That sounds…really nice."

"It is. I feel like it's the right thing to do especially since I felt like I helped cause so much damage during the war. I needed to give back."

"It wasn't your fault really. You had no choice. Your father roped you into it."

"I know, but it helps with the guilt."

"Well, I'm happy for you. I'm glad that you're happy," I said and actually meant it.

"It was actually your idea," he says with a coy smile.

We stop walking and sit down at a bench.

"Really? Well they don't call me the smartest witch of our age for nothing," I teased.

Draco laughed and placed his arm around my shoulders.

We settled into a comfortable silence as we watched people walk by us.

"Draco?"

"Hm?"

"How did we fall in love? Did I change at all? Did you?" I spouted in a rush.

Draco chuckled. "One at a time, love."

"Sorry. These things have been grating on my mind for a few days."

"Ok, ok. I'll tell you how I fell in love with you and I'll tell you how you told me you fell in love with me. Then I'll get to the other questions."

I nod and pull my legs into my chest.

"Well, it had to be our fifth date. I know it was so soon, but I couldn't help it. You amazed me. You forgave me for all the terrible things I've said to you and all the terrible things I've done. You were willing to get to know the real me. You allowed us to start over and I couldn't be happier. But I think it was the moment you accidentally said you could see us together. My heart literally stopped for a second. You, Hermione Granger, could see me, Draco Malfoy, as your significant other. You could see me as your equal. And at that moment I knew you were perfect," he finished as the distant look in his eye diminished.

"But no one's perfect," I say matter-of-factly.

"I know that, but I couldn't help but feel in that moment that you'd be perfect for me. I already started to change and I knew that being with you I'd be the man you told me you already saw. You made me strive to become a better man, Hermione. I know it's cliché, but it's true."

"Really? I made you feel that way?"

"Don't be so daft. Of course you made me feel that way. Any man would be stupid not to feel they should be a better man because of you."

"Well, Ron—"

"Weasley's an idiot. Sorry, but you had bad taste in men."

I couldn't help but crack a smile.

"Ok, ok, I did! Now, tell me how I fell in love with you."

"Ok Miss Impatient! Well, you told me that once you felt I really had changed and I wasn't trying to use you to one up Weasley or Potter, you couldn't help but love me. You actually got to see the real me. I didn't hide anything from you; I was open as a book. You said I wasn't the man I used to be. You barely saw a trace of that man. And you said 'even though logically my brain is telling me not to, I can't help it'."

"Sounds like me. Very logical, sort of," I say with a snort.

"Yes, typical Hermione. Now on to your other questions. I believe I answered the one you asked about me, but I'll say again. You did help change me even more and I try to thank you every day for it. And did I change you? I'd like to think I did. Sometimes you're ridiculously sneaky and devious and it drives me insane. I mean, in a good way. It's very sexy," he said and stopped and looked at me. "Sorry. I know you probably don't want to hear that."

"No, it's ok. Sticking to routines and all. I mean, it's strange to hear someone call me sexy. I've never thought of myself as sexy before," I said feeling a slight warmth throughout my body.

"You're incredibly sexy, Hermione."

"Can I ask you something else," I asked with a blush.

Draco nodded for me to go on.

"Did we, did we shag a lot?" I asked blushing like mad.

Draco looked at me with his mouth slightly ajar. I buried my face in my hands. When I looked through my fingers at him, he was laughing. Oh god this was mortifying.

"Don't be embarrassed, Hermione. And to answer your question, yes. You, you actually like to shag a lot. It explains why you got pregnant so quickly," he said running a hand over my still flat stomach.

It was my turn for my jaw to drop. "ME?"

"Yes, you."

I couldn't believe it. I actually enjoyed sex and shagged Draco a lot apparently.

"D-do you miss it?" I asked averting my gaze.

I felt his hand on my chin and he directed my eyes back to him.

"I'm not pressuring you to make love, Hermione."

"I know that. I was just curious."

"Well, I do miss it. I miss being close to you in such an intimate way. It's a very beautiful thing. It's not just about the physical aspect of it, but also the way we connect. It's hard to explain."

"I think I may get it. One day soon when I'm up for it again, we'll talk about this again, ok?" I said giving him a small smile.

He smiled back at me and nodded.

"Ready to go home?" He asked.

"Yes."

He got up and held out his hand to me and we head back to the hospital so we can head home.

Draco's POV

Going back to work was the hardest thing I had to do.

I didn't want to leave Hermione. I knew staying at home with her really wouldn't help, but I didn't want to be away from her. But I also had a lot of work to catch up on.

Hermione couldn't go back to work, but when I told her department at the Ministry about her current condition they were happy to hold her position and wished us luck in getting her memory back. I wish I could feel as optimistic about this as they did.

I know that Hermione's memory would return, but at the moment it was heavily on my mind. We hadn't heard from the doctor yet and that's never a good sign. It had only been a week, but he should know something by now.

Just when I think I wouldn't hear from him until next week, there was an owl at my window. I get up and take the letter from it and read:

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy,

I would like the two of you to come to my office tomorrow at 10 am. I have to discuss the results of the tests I ran on Hermione last week.

Thank you,

Doctor John Faint

From the looks of the letter—vague and unfeeling—it probably isn't anything good. He probably hasn't found anything. Again, I want to be optimistic, but with this letter it just confirms my fears.

When I came home, I couldn't help but let my emotions dominate my facial expressions. I couldn't hide it from her.

When she smiled at me, I wanted to smile back. I missed that look on her face. The look of sheer happiness that I'm home.

"What' wrong?" She asked perplexed.

I take a deep breath and tell her about the letter. From the sounds of it she didn't sound too positive either.

"Exactly! Don't give up on me, please," she said as desperation coated her tone.

My heart broke in that moment. How could she think I'd ever give up on her? I tell her just that hoping that my eyes convey everything I'm trying to tell her. She seemed to get the message.

"Thank you," I heard her sigh.

In that moment I wanted to hold her. Show that everything would be ok. I tentatively wrapped my arms around her. She doesn't shrug out of my grip so I pull her to my chest. My body tingles at the close contact. It's only been a week and I've missed this. I've missed holding her. I feel her relax into me and I can't help but to sigh in contentment. When she was in my embrace I felt I could tell her anything, so I did.

I promised her that I'd do whatever I could to get her memory back. I felt I could tell her this without her freaking out on me or feeling strange. I told her how helpless and scared I felt that morning she left and wanted nothing to do with me or our child. After I got it off my chest I felt better. I felt the tension roll off of my shoulders. When she moved out of my grip and the moment was gone faster than I wanted to be.

When Hermione and I arrived at St. Mungo's to hear the news Dr. Faint wanted to tell us, I felt the dread settle in my stomach. I knew it wasn't going to be what I wanted to hear and it made me want to turn back around and go home.

And I was right. I felt Hermione stiffen next to me. I placed a hand on her arm in comfort. I felt the anger well up inside of me. This man is supposed to be the best at what he does and he can't find out what's wrong with my wife? I exploded on him. I couldn't just take it and sit there. He seemed unfazed by my outbursts which angered me more.

I saw Hermione clutch her stomach and concern automatically flooded my features. When she caught my eye she shook her head to tell me it was nothing. I turned back to the doctor and waited to hear what was to happen next. Hermione piped up and asked what we were to do. Dr. Faint gave us the same speech he gave us the first time. It was hard to say that I wasn't disappointed.

As Hermione and I were leaving the hospital she asked me if we could take a walk. It reminded me of old times. We'd always take walks and talk about nonsense or important things. The park I'm taking her now is where she told me she was pregnant.

When she began question my job and what I did for a living almost made me laugh. It made me think about our first date all over again. Then, I wasn't working and wondering what to do with my life. And I'm glad Hermione came into my life at that moment. She helped me with that decision. And it was one of the best of my life. I quickly involved Potter and now it's flourishing.

When Hermione asked how we fell for each other I wasn't surprised. I bet she's been thinking about it since we talked about how we met. I tell her and she seems amazed. She's changed me so much that I couldn't help but gush about how I felt about her at the time. When the time came for me to tell her how she fell for me, I couldn't do it justice, but I think she understood. That's what I really loved about her, she could be so damn logical and get what I'm saying even when I don't.

What really made my head whirl was when she asked if we shagged a lot. Hermione will always surprise me. Even when she had her memory, she still blushed at times when we'd talk about sex. I found it adorable instead of repulsive. She was so innocent, even if she was a fiend in bed. It made me love her more. I didn't want to pressure her into anything, but she reassured me I wasn't and said we'd talk about this more when she was ready.

Talking to her showed me glimpses of my wife before all of this. And I finally felt that if I kept working at this she would return to me sooner than later. I hoped.

A/N: Tell me if you liked Draco's POV that way more so than the regular way. Reviews are dandy. Thanks!

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