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Chapter nine:

Caught a Glimpse

Hermione's POV

Two days is not a long time for someone like me to pack. I have to make sure everything is organized and perfect. Draco should know that I'm a terrible packer. I swear he does this on purpose. Belle, another house elf, helps me pack. It relieves some of the stress that comes with packing.

Even though I've cast an undetectable extension charm on my bag, I feel that I won't be able to carry everything I need. When Draco walked into our bedroom and saw the things setting there to be added, he simply shook his head at me.

"Hermione, you don't need all of that stuff."

"You never know," I told him matter-of-factly.

I saw the edges of his lips quirk into a smile.

"I'm not going to argue with you. We may need some of that stuff."

I nodded and smiled at his easy defeat.

"So who are we going to see?" I asked tentatively.

"We're going to see Madame Dessau. She's known my family for many years and she really knows what she's doing."

"She's known your family for many years?" I echoed his words.

"Hermione, don't worry. She wouldn't do anything to harm you. She was never on the Dark Lord's side. She went into hiding instead of joining. I would never take you out of the country and to see someone that has a dark past," he said putting his arms around my waist.

I pressed my lips together. I knew he would never take me anywhere where I'd be in harm's way. I know he would never hurt me. I exhaled quietly.

"I know you wouldn't harm me, Draco or take me anywhere where I could get hurt. I trust you."

The look on his face was so affectionate, I felt my cheeks tinge pink. He softly grabbed my chin and placed a swift kiss on my lips. He smiled down at me.

"I'm glad to hear you trust me," he said huskily.

I stroked his cheek lightly. "Of course I trust you Draco. I married you, didn't I?"

"I know, but that was a long time ago and things have changed."

"Nothing's changed. Nothing will ever change between us. It doesn't matter that I lost my memory Draco. I'm coming back to you," I say looking into his beautiful eyes.

He stared at me for a long moment and then slowly caressed my lips with his.

"I know you will," he said pulling back."I owled Madam Dessau and told her we would be there tomorrow morning."

"All right. Are we leaving by portkey?"

"Mmhmm. Bright and early."

"The sooner the better."

We land in front of a large gate. I look at it in awe. It's larger and grander than the one at the manor.

Before I could ask Draco how we were getting in, the gates silently opened. Draco grabbed my hand and we walked down the long driveway.

The door opened revealing a man dressed in impeccable black robes.

"You must be Monsieur and Madame Malfoy," he said in a strong French accent.

"We are," Draco said.

"Right this way," the man said as he took off at a brisk pace.

Draco and I quickly followed after him.

As we walk through the house-if you could call it that, calling it that seemed like an insult. I couldn't help craning my neck to see in every room as we passed. We stopped abruptly and the doorman opened the double oak doors that were three times the size of a normal door.

The room he took us into was considerably plain compared to the rest of the house. It was an exceptionally large, circular room with beige walls and light yellow curtains. It had several bookcases around the room. My fingers were inching to touch them all.

"You can take a seat. Madame will be with you soon," the man said taking a bow and walking out of the room.

Draco was rubbing the back of my hand he was still holding with his thumb. I felt myself relax a bit. I didn't know I was so tense.

Moments later, a door across the room from where we were sitting opened. And out stepped Madame Dessau. I don't know what I was expecting, perhaps someone swathed in furs with a look of superiority, but that's not what she looked like at all. She was a tall, willowy woman with long wavy auburn hair. Her big brown eyes were friendly and warm. She smiled at us as she walked over. Draco and I stood to greet her.

"Draco! I haven't seen you in such a long time. You've grown up to be such a handsome young man," she exclaimed hugging him and placing kisses on his cheeks. I notice her accent wasn't very strong.

"It has been a long time, hasn't it? This is my wife, Hermione," he beamed.

I smiled at the woman in front of me. She quickly hugged me and kissed me on the cheeks as well.

"It's nice meeting you, Hermione. You can call me Nathalie because Madame Dessau makes me feel older than I am," she said with a smile.

I smiled back at her. "It's nice to meet you as well Nathalie."

She nodded and we all sat down. The man from earlier comes in with a tray of tea and snacks.

"Merci Corbin," Nathalie said as he set the tray down.

He bowed once again and left.

"So, Draco, Hermione tell me more about this problem," she said stirring her tea.

Draco cleared his throat and told her about what happened a month ago. It didn't seem that long to me, but as I listened to Draco talk about it I knew that he felt more time has passed since I lost my memory. I rubbed the back of his hand like he did before Nathalie came out to greet us.

When he was done explaining, Nathalie's brows were knitted together and her nose was wrinkled in concentration.

"Well, first thing's first! We need to determine how you lost your memory. Either by a potion or a spell, we'll figure it out," she smiled.

"One question," Draco piped up.

"Hm?"

"Will anything you try potentially hurt the baby or Hermione?"

"Of course not. Your child will be safe as well as your wife."

I saw Draco sigh in relief.

"Now, come with me."

Draco and I stood and followed Nathalie through the door she came through.

As we walked down a spiral staircase and came to a wide open room. There were several bookcases that took up several walls along with a mahogany desk in the middle of the room. Nathalie told us to sit on the couch that was located a few meters from the desk.

"Have you found anything out whilst you researched?" Nathalie asked.

"I haven't found much," I admitted.

Nathalie nodded as she pulled several books down from their shelves. She turned towards us and told me to come forward. Draco gave my hand a quick squeeze as I got up.

I stood in the middle of the room as Nathalie poured over the book in her hands. When she seemed to glean all the information she needed she looked back up at me.

"All right Hermione, I'm going to perform a few spells on you. I'm going to see if if whomever did this used a spell on you of some kind."

I nodded.

She took out her wand and stood in front of me. Her hand moved in complicated movements as she stood there with intense focus. With one last flick, she stood there and looked at me expectantly. When nothing happened, she let out a sigh.

"What is it?" Draco asked from the couch.

"It's just that nothing happened. I mean, it could have been some sort of potion, but it's just weird. It seems so much more complicated than that."

"Why do you think that?" I asked.

"Well for one, I did get a very weak response from the spell I just performed. It's almost like it's not just a spell, but something else."

I raised my eyebrow.

"I don't know for sure. You can sit down for now. I'm going to brew a potion to see if it has something to do with a potion someone slipped you."

I sat down next to my husband. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"Who could have possibly slipped me a potion and possibly have cast a spell on me?" I asked myself more so than Draco.

"That I do not know, but whoever did it is dead."

"Draco, don't. We'll figure it all out. We'll take proper, legal steps."

He let out a sigh and rubbed his face with his free hand.

"I know, I know, but no one messes with you."

I rested my head on his shoulder. "I know."

A half hour later Nathalie was done with the potion. She handed me it in a cup and I quickly drained it.

She stood in front of me waiting. I felt an odd sensation in my chest. I placed a hand there. It was warm and tingling.

"I think we may have found something," she said with a smile.

Draco smiled.

"Now, don't get too excited. The next step will be the hard part. I need to find and brew the potion that could possibly give you back your memory. There are no guarantees though."

"We understand. It's better than nothing," I spoke up.

"Why didn't your doctor do this for you?" Nathalie asked raising a manicured eyebrow.

"We thought he did," I said with a shrug.

"Hmm," was all she said as she went searching for another book.

She found the book and potion she needed, but the downside was that the potion was going to take a week to brew.

"That's fine. We can get a hotel and stay until it's done," Draco said.

"Nonsense. You're like family Draco. You can stay here with me until the potion's done. Silly boy," she said waving a dismissive hand.

"If you insist," Draco smiled.

"Of course dear boy."

"Thank you," I chirped.

"It's not a problem at all."

The big day had arrived. I was extremely anxious. What if it didn't work? What if I'm just getting my hopes up and nothing happens? Would Draco be disappointed? How badly does he want the old me, or am I same person, back?

My mind filled with questions as we walked back down to Nathalie's office. She was sitting at her desk writing frantically.

"Good, you're here. It's the moment of truth," she told us.

We both gave her a smile.

She pulled a chair for me to sit in next to her desk. Draco stood anxiously next to me. Nathalie handed me a glass of purple liquid. I sniffed it and found it to smell like flowers. I looked at them both and gulped it down.

Images raced through my head. I caught snippets of things. When they stopped I looked at Draco and gave him a small smile.

Draco's POV

I felt anxious as I walked down the stairs with Hermione. Today was the day the potion was supposed to be done. I hoped that this would the answer to our prayers. I would be a bit put out if it didn't worked, but it wouldn't stop me from doing anything in my power to help her.

Nathalie was writing when we walked into her office. She quickly put her work away.

"Good, you're here. It's the moment of truth," she told us.

I gulped as Hermione sat down next to Nathalie's desk. As Hermione drank the purple liquid I watched her face hoping that I would see some kind of familiarity there.

When Hermione looked up at me, I saw a flickers of something in her eyes.

"Do you remember anything?" I asked quietly.

"I-I think I may."

My stomach flipped.

"What do you remember, Hermione?" Nathalie asked.

"Well, nothing too important. I don't think. I don't seem to recall the full memory, just snippets."

"Tell us what you do remember?"

"I can remember us laughing about . . . something, Draco. We were walking through the park together. You have on dark jeans and an emerald green button up shirt. You look . . . insanely happy. So do I."

I couldn't help, but smile at the memory. "That happened to be our first date'."

"Really?"

I nodded. "It was a lot of fun like I told you."

"It seemed that way."

"Do you remember anything else?" Nathalie asked.

Hermione blushed slightly. "I-I remember s-snogging. Passionately."

"Oh," Nathalie said said writing things down.

I smirked. Hermione looked at me and hit me in the arm.

"Hey, don't blame me. You're the one that decided you wanted to remember that. I mean, I don't blame you," I winked at her.

Her cheeks reddened more.

"Anything else?"

"Well, I can see Draco sleeping next to me and I'm stroking his face. That's all."

The last partial memory made me happy. I do the same thing to her when she's sleeping and I can't. I stroke her face and watch her. I had no idea she did that as well.

"Will all of my memory come back slowly or is that it?" I heard Hermione ask.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the potion is designed as an all or nothing response. You either get all of your memory back or you don't, but you did get something which I've never seen happen. Which leads me to believe that what happened to you wasn't just a potion."

"So could it possibly come back slowly?" I asked hopefully.

"Possibly. It's plausible, but not likely."

"C-can't you do something more?" I asked frantically.

"I'm sorry Draco. It's out of my hands now."

"Then what do we do!" I stood up abruptly.

"Draco, calm down. She has helped us a great deal," Hermione said.

"I know. I'm sorry, Nathalie."

"It's ok, Draco. I understand. You're stressed and you want to help your wife. I can send you to my oldest and dearest friend in Germany. He's done some remarkable research with memory. Maybe he'll be able to help. I can floo him for you if you want."

"That would be great. Any help we can get will be greatly appreciated," Hermione said.

I nodded. The hope I felt seemed to flow out of me. I'm happy Hermione remembered something. They weren't big things, but they were something. Something that made me happy. I hoped this contact of Nathalie could help us in any way. What Nathalie said about Doctor Faint not finding something really struck a nerve. He was supposed to be a specialist. He was supposed to help us. Maybe I'm reading too far into this.

Nathalie walked back into her office with a smile.

"Kirk says he will try to help."

Hermione gave her a smile and then turned to smile at me. I gave her a small smile. I can't lose hope. Things seem to be finally turning around.

We'll be heading to Germany tomorrow and hopefully things will be better.

A/N: I know, not a lot of Draco's POV, but hopefully that changes in the next chapter. :) Reviews are dandy!