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Chapter Ten:

Coming Back to Life

Hermione's POV

As Draco and I headed back to the room we had stayed in for the week, I noticed Draco was extremely quiet. I peeked at his face as we walked up the staircase. He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

I wanted to say something, anything, but I didn't quite know what. I knew that part of him was disappointed because I didn't regain my full memory like we both hoped for. But Hermione wasn't going to give up. She was determined. As long as Draco was by her side, she could do anything.

Draco opened the large double doors and let me in as he brought up the rear.

"Draco?" I asked quietly.

He turned and looked at me.

I fidgeted around a bit."I'm sorry. I know you're disappointed. I know you wanted all of my memories to come back back there. I want them too as well, but maybe they will in time. Maybe when we go see Kirk we'll know more. Maybe I'll get them back then," I said trying to express how sorry I was.

He swiftly walked over to me. He stared into my eyes before he enveloped me into a hug.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice muffled by my jumper. "I shouldn't be moping around. I'm a bit disappointed, but it isn't you. You did nothing. The bastard that did this to you is why I'm angry. Not you. Never you," he said kissing my head.

"I know, but I just felt like I had to say something," I told him.

"I know. Typical Granger," he smiled.

I smiled back at him.

"Also, I had no idea you watched me whilst I slept," he added.

"Well, I didn't either," I say with a chuckle.

"Smart arse. Well, I'll have you know that I sometimes watch you as well when I can't sleep. I can't help it. You look so peaceful."

I felt heat rise to my cheeks.

Draco swooped down and kissed my right cheek quickly before he stood straight again.

"Now, let's pack so we don't have to rush around in the morning," he said.

I nodded and helped him place clothes and books back into my bag.

"Thank you ever so much for all of your help, Nathalie," I said as I hugged her goodbye.

"Hermione, you sweet girl, it's been no problem. I wish that I could do more," Nathalie said pulling back.

I smiled up at her. "You've done plenty. Thank you again."

She gave me a warm smile and I moved out of the way so Draco could give her a hug.

"You two will have to come visit me on better circumstances."

"Of course we will. I don't get to see you often. And I'm sure you'll want to see the baby after its born," Draco said as he pulled me to his side.

"Yes I do. Now, off with you two! I'll see you soon. And keep me updated."

We both nodded and headed outside. The Portkey, a flowerpot, was sitting in the drive waiting for us. Draco slung the bag over his shoulder and held my hand with the other.

"Ready?" He asked.

I nodded.

He placed his free hand on the pot and we were off.

Draco and I landed on a very impeccable looking lawn. It honestly reminded me of the Manor a bit. There were random animals roaming around the grounds. We only had the albino peacocks that Draco couldn't part with.

Draco gave my hand a squeeze and we headed to the front door.

Before we could knock or ring the bell, the door opens revealing a stocky man with blond curly hair and piercing green eyes. If I ran into in the street I would quickly walk to the other way. When he broke into a smile I relaxed.

"You two must be Draco and Hermione Malfoy," he said in a strong German accent.

"We are. And you must be Kirk," Draco said taking the man's hand.

"That I am. Now, come inside."

He moved out of the way and let us walk inside, which happened to be the kitchen. I admired the room as Draco and Kirk spoke. I couldn't help it. It was a beautiful room. It almost, almost made me want to redo the kitchen at home.

"Come with me," Kirk said as he started down a long corridor.

Draco and I walked behind him as we both looked at our surroundings.

"I'm showing you to your room. During dinner we will discuss business. Until then, please relax and enjoy yourself. Feel free to explore the house or grounds," he said smiling as he peered back at us.

We thanked him as he stopped at a door to our right. He turned the handle and opened the door. I almost let out a gasp at the sheer size of the room. It didn't look like it would be this large on the outside. I almost wanted to run inside and start bouncing on the bed like a child.

"One of the house elves will come gather you both for dinner in a few hours. I will see you then," he said as he exited.

I dropped Draco's hand and walked over to the bed. I hopped up and sunk into the soft bed. I almost let out a moan in the sheer pleasure of it. I felt like I was melting into the bed itself.

"Draco, can we please get a bed like this!" I asked looking up at his smirking form.

"Of course we can, baby," he said as he sunk into the bed himself.

I roll over to lay on top of him. I felt his eyebrows raising.

"What are you doing?" He asked with a chuckle.

"You'll see!"

I kissed his chin and worked my way down to his neck. I felt his heart accelerate as I continued to kiss and bite his neck.

"Hermione," he called.

"Hm?"

"What are you doing? I'm not complaining. I'm just wondering what brought this out."

I stopped and looked up at him. I give him my best smirk. I saw him gulp. I smirk again and go back to attacking his neck.

I come back up to his mouth and lightly bite his bottom lip. His mouth opens to me and I plunge my tongue into it. His tongue quickly starts to battle mine as I deepen the kiss. I sit up more and straddle him. I can feel his arousal. I would by lying if I didn't say that it sent tingles and warmth through my body. The act almost felt familiar to me.

We continued to snog as I lightly grinded his lap. I smiled into our kiss as he let out a groan. Maybe I'm better at this than I thought. When he pulls me closer to his body and I snake my hands into his hair, we both pull away for air.

"Merlin, Hermione. I thought you said you didn't remember anything important?" Draco panted.

I grinned at him. "My mind might not remember anything, but my body seems to."

He groaned again and started attacking my neck with kisses and bites. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feel of his lips on me.

I seemed to snap out of my daze. This is wrong. I mean, foreplay definitely leads to sex and I rather not do that in someone's house we just met. I rather do it in the confines of our home. Where I won't feel guilty.

I gently push Draco away from me. He gave me a concerned look. I sighed.

"We shouldn't do this here. We just met Kirk and I'd feel like an arsehole fucking in his house," I said bluntly.

"I understand, but I do like it when you say fucking. It sounds so dirty and sexy coming out of that prudish mouth of yours," Draco said with a wink.

I blushed and then laughed.

"So does that mean you want to get intimate soon?" He asked tentatively.

"I think so," I say getting off his lap.

He nodded with a small smirk on his face. I roll my eyes. He never changes.

After exploring the house and the grounds as Kirk suggested, his house elf Twinkle came to fetch us for dinner.

When we walk into the dining hall, I noticed Kirk was sitting at the head of the table beaming at us.

"I hope you're both hungry," he said.

"Starving," I answered.

"Your home is very beautiful," Draco added.

"Thank you. It's my pride and joy."

All three of us settle into eating our food. We make light chit chat until Kirk gets down to the matter.

"Nathalie told me a bit about the situation. Do you mind if I ask a few questions?"

"Not at all," I told him.

"Ok, so Nathalie seemed to break some sort of ground with the spell she used, correct?"

Draco and I both nod.

"Ok, what I'm thinking about doing is trying a spell. I already have one in mind. Ever since Nathalie consulted with me about this, I've been going through books to see if I could find anything. No guarantees of course. It's like Nathalie said, it's an all or nothing, but you're a special case. Hermione, have you remembered anything else since yesterday?"

"Sadly, no. I only got snatches of memories when she performed the spell, but nothing more."

"I see. Well, tomorrow after you two get a good night sleep, we will try this again," he smiled at us.

"Did Nathalie tell you Hermione's pregnant? I just want to bring it up," Draco said with his voice full of concern.

"She did mention it. And I assure you, nothing will happen to the baby or Hermione. I promise."

Draco seemed to relax a bit more.

"Now that dinner's over. You are welcome to relax and do what you must. I'm going to be in my study making sure I haven't overlooked anything. We'll begin bright and early. If you have any questions for me, please by all means ask."

"Thank you Kirk," I say.

"It's no problem Hermione, Draco. I just wish to help."

He bowed and left the dining hall.

Draco and I looked at each other. I gave him my best smile. He returned it, but I could tell he was as worried as I was.

Draco's POV

The whole night I tossed and turned. I couldn't stop thinking about what would happen in a mere few hours. My wife could possibly regain her memory for good or it could be much the same as it was the day before. I could see the worry in her eyes earlier at dinner. It seemed more so for our child than herself.

She was still the same Hermione to me. She hasn't changed a bit. It's just she doesn't remember our time together. I know I'll love her no matter what. And I have a feeling she'd fall in love with me all over again. She even said so herself. I turn over and look at her sleeping form. Her left hand rested lightly on her baby bump. I scooted closer to them and placed my hand on top of hers. We're both trying so hard for this child more so than ourselves.

I lay there and subconsciously rub her stomach as I look at her. She seems so peaceful and happy in her sleep. I sighed. I wrapped my arm around her middle and closed my eyes. I drifted off thinking about the hope we both still had.

Kirk wasn't kidding when he said we'd start bright and early. Twinkle came in to wake us around 8 am. I yawned and stretched. Hermione laid on her back scowling up at the canopy.

I chuckled.

Her head turned to me and glared. "And what do you find so funny?"

"I told you, you're a bear in the morning. Kirk's sure in for it this morning," I winked at her.

She rolled her brown eyes and sighed. "I am not a bear. I just. . .don't like mornings."

"Same thing," I said getting up and walking into the bathroom.

After cleaning myself up, I head out and let Hermione take her turn. I laid back on the bed as I waited for the bear to get ready. I must have fallen asleep because Hermione was standing over me.

"Come on," she said with a smile.

Well seems like she's doing a bit better.

We headed down to the dining hall hand in hand. When we got there, there was a ridiculous spread. I saw Hermione's eyes widen. I had to cover a laugh with a cough. She would have eaten me alive if she heard me laugh at her reaction.

She quickly dragged us to our seats and piled food upon her plate. And she called me deplorable when I ate. She may take the cake on this one. I dig into my breakfast as I silently laugh at my wife.

After breakfast, Twinkle shows us into Kirk's study. It looked pretty similar to Nathalie's. The chairs and couches were placed almost in the same area. It was strange.

"Ah, good morning," he said getting up from his desk.

"Morning," Hermione said brightly.

"Any questions before we get started?" Kirk asked clasping his hands behind him.

Hermione and I looked at each other again.

"How does this spell work?" Hermione asked as her know-it-all came out.

"Well, the spell goes for your unconscious. It. . .turns it on. What it's trying to achieve is that maybe something will trigger your memories there and then it grasps onto that little trigger. If it works correctly, your memories should come flying back in no time. They all don't come back when it's first casted. It could take a few days, weeks, or months."

We both nodded. Interesting.

He had Hermione sit down in a chair opposite of the couch I was sitting in. I watched as she lightly bit her bottom lip. I wanted to walk over and hold her hand, but I wasn't sure if that was a good idea. With us holding hands, our memories may mix.

"Ok, ready Hermione?"

She stiffly nodded.

Kirk stood back and pointed his wand at Hermione's head. "Animus."

A white light came out of the tip of his wand and I watched as it wrapped around her head like a blanket. Her eyes became glazed over. It was my turn to bite my bottom lip. As soon as the spell was cast, it stopped.

Hermione blinked a few times and looked at us. I held my breath.

"Do you remember anything, Hermione?" Kirk asked softly.

She nodded. I let out the breath I was holding slowly.

"What do you remember?"

"Not much. It's more than last time. The spell seems to have expounded on the memories I remembered from last time. I remember more of Draco and my first date. It was a conversation."

"What was it about?"

"Oh, we were discussing what we do for a living," she smiled at the memory. I couldn't help to smile too. That was when she helped me discover what I wanted to do for a living.

"Do you remember anything else?" Kirk prodded.

"I do. The memory of Draco and I snogging. . .well it got a bit more heated," she blushed. I smirked. It made me think about our past experiences as well as our snogging session yesterday.

"Very well. Anything else?"

"The night that I was stroking Draco's face whilst he slept, well, that was night I told him I loved him. And he told me he loved me as well," she said looking at me. I could see it in the depths of her eyes. I could see the love blooming. My heart swelled in my chest.

"Do you remember anything else?"

Hermione shook her head.

"Ok."

Hermione stood up and walked over to me. She sat down next to me and I kissed the top of her head.

"Like I said this spell was all or nothing, like Nathalie's potion. Again, it shows us that what happened to Hermione isn't as simple as a spell or a potion. It's something we haven't seen before. And it's beyond my expertise," Kirk said with a sigh.

"What should we do? I mean, Hermione's starting to remember a bit more as you try to help her," Draco said wrapping an arm around my back.

"I know. I have someone that could take this a bit further. He's rather good at figuring out the most complicated of problems. His name is Darius. I wish I could help more, but alas I don't know what else to do. Like I said Darius is a genius. If anyone could help you, he could. Would you like me to ask him for help?"

I looked at Hermione who seemed to maul this over. She finally looked at me and nodded.

"Yes," I answered.

"Ok. I'll floo him and I'll tell you what's going on."

"Ok. Thank you, Kirk," I say holding out my hand.

He takes it and we shake.

"Thank you, Kirk. You've helped more than I can ever say," Hermione added.

"It's no problem at all. I wish I could help more, but I hope Darius can help you two."

We both nod and head for our room.

I could feel the tension in Hermione as we walked up the stairs. I know she was expecting this would be it, but it wasn't. I rubbed her back as we made it to our room.

"Is it ok if I take a nap?" She asked in a small voice.

"Of course, baby. If you need me, I'll be right here."

She nods and lays down on her side of the bed. I sigh and sit down on my side. I stroke her hair as she falls asleep.

I hate seeing her so disappointed. I hope this Darius fellow can help us. I just want her to be happy like I saw she was in her sleep. That's all I want.

As I continued to stroke her hair, my mind wandered back to what Nathalie said about Dr. Faint. Every once in awhile that thought would come up and I would repress it, but now it really disturbed me. I know Nathalie and Kirk are extremely smart, but Doctor Faint is a goddamn specialist. Why couldn't he have done this? Why didn't he do this? Before I could aggravate myself any more, I slowly got up so I didn't disturb Hermione and walked over to the writing desk against the wall.

I pulled out parchment and quill from the drawer. I quickly scribble a letter to Potter. He could help me with this. He could help me spy, well officially, investigate this man. I would help him as soon as Hermione and I made it home, but for now Potter would have to do.

A/N: So who caught the Doctor Who reference? And you probably thought you were going to get a sex scene this chapter. HAHA! Perverts. Kidding. No, it's coming soon. I promise. Also, you'll see what the letter says next chapter. :) Anywho, reviews are cool.