Draco Malfoy looked at her face. He wanted to stroke her hair, feel her lips press against his finger, feel his lips pressed against hers but he couldn't…
It was over.
By the time Hermione Granger woke up, she wouldn't remember a thing about her bout of slavery. And, although Hermione didn't hate him as much before then she did now, he also knew that he was throwing away his one chance with her. She had been softening in the end, and perhaps, they could have had a chance…
He lowered her sleeping form on to the bed, making sure he was quiet. He couldn't wake the other occupants in the Hospital Wing. Tomorrow, there would be great confusion when Hermione was found in the bed, sleeping peacefully, a bit bruised but otherwise well and happy and without a memory to her name about where she had been.
Snape the ghost was floating behind him.
"Draco?" he said.
Draco ignored him, his eyes lingering on her.
"Draco, it has to be done. Now."
Severus Snape had been most helpful when Draco had had to brew the huge cauldron of Forgetfulness Potion and had assisted him in his search for a strong Pensieve. While he had simply blanked out Hermione's memories, he had to be more careful with Potter and Weasley's.
So, while Potter and Weasley slept in pure exhaustion after the Final Battle, Draco and Snape looked through their recent memories and wiped the ones about Hermione, using both the Penisive and the potion. Of course, they couldn't be sure they got everything. Thoughts through other memories couldn't easily be erased but the Forgetfulness potion would try and fade a couple of them and without the memories, these thoughts would seem unlogical. Snape was under the belief that humans thought many stupid thoughts each day and when they weren't important, they weren't remembered or taken account of.
Draco also had a look around at the other people in the Hospital Wing. He found one of his old slaves; she had been a kind of friend of Hermione's through the ordeal and wiped a couple of her memories. He also found Ginny Weasley and wiped a couple of hers, the ones regarding him and Hermione. He did find it amusing though, watching her memory of the Final Battle with Tom. Who, except for him of course, would have thought it off of Ginny Weasley, eh?
Draco knew he'd have to find Neville Longbottom's and wipe his. Those memories, Draco would not like to see.
The story would get around to Hermione, he realised. There had been too many slaves; he'd never find them all. But she wouldn't remember the bad bits. She wouldn't remember Justin's death or his father's rape or Pansy's sacrifice or his love for her.
No, she would find out she had been one of the Malfoy's slaves and wonder why she couldn't remember. She would loathe him forever and always think about what had happened. Maybe one day she would ask him. Draco amused himself briefly by imagining what he could possibly say.
He would have a hard time at Hogwarts, he supposed. Many of the Slytherins seemed to know that something had happened between Granger and himself. There had been a rumour of a love affair but of course, Draco would laugh about it with them. He would not be popular like before but he would still be respected. He was still a Malfoy, after all. In fact, the only Malfoy left alive in Britain.
He would live in the Manor on his own, he knew. It would be very lonely, he realised. Snape had already told him he would haunt the place. Draco was still not sure whether the Potions Master was joking or not.
Voldemort was defeated and Hermione could finally be happy. He wondered if she'd ever get with Potter. She wouldn't remember her realising that she liked him like that. She'd have to re-discover it. He wondered if she ever would.
He wondered if she'd revert back to being the exact same person or would she still be different. Even if he wiped away her memories, she'd probably still remember the lessons she had learnt. Or maybe she wouldn't. Draco wasn't an expert on these potions.
Would she ever remember? There was a very slim chance but it would be forever present. Snape had been quite vague about it. He probably didn't want to worry Draco (or get his hopes up.)
And Draco Malfoy? Had he changed? He didn't know. He loved her. He cared about her. But when he thought of the Hufflepuff's parents and how they would miss Justin whatever-his-name-was, he didn't really feel much remorse. And when he thought of Potter and Weasley getting Hermione back he didn't feel happiness, but a skin piercing jealousy and anger and self righteous thoughts about how they didn't appreciate her like he did.
He was still a Malfoy.
He still didn't like Muggles. They annoyed him vaguely. And Slytherin was still the best house to be in. He didn't particularly like Gryffindor still. He reckoned Hermione would have fit in well at Slytherin, if not for her blood.
He wished he could become the good guy. Make friends with Potty, the Weasel and Hermione. Sing and hold hands, "la, la, la, la, la." But he knew it would never happen. He wasn't that guy and they would never forgive him anyway.
Life would go back to the way it was before. They would be enemies.
He kissed her on the forehead, admiring her once again, adoring her, taking in all her features, all her forgotten memories and remembering his own, the ones that would last for a lifetime. Then he whispered his goodbye and left the Hospital Wing.
''''''''''''''''''
Where am I?
Hermione sat up and looked around. Her eyes were unfocused and glassy, as she looked around; her vision blurry and not helpful.
"Miss Granger, dear, lie down again. I am very glad to see you awake, my dear but you must take it one step at a time."
"Madam Pomfrey?!"
"Yes, dear, calm down. You are at Hogwarts."
Hermione settled back down. Her head felt warm and heavy and completely useless. She was very tired. If she was at Hogwarts, she could surely rest a little while longer…
"Third time this week," Madam Pomfrey said to the watching McGonagall. "Poor Child. Doesn't have a clue what's going on."
"But what's wrong with her? She wasn't even in the Last War, was she?"
"No. I woke up at dawn to find her asleep on that very bed. Must have dragged her way in, I expect."
"Is she injured?"
"Not really. She has some old bruises and a few troubling scars. She has a couple of… scratch marks on her face. Like she was holding a rather vicious cat."
"Those," McGonagall said in a know-it-all voice that Hermione would have been proud of, "are not cat scratches. Those were done by a human. I'd know cat scratches a mile off."
"Well, I think Miss Granger will have a very interesting story to tell us when she comes out of this strange trance," Madam Pomfrey said on a final note.
Which, of course, she didn't. She woke up, frowning and puzzled and when they questioned her, she could offer them no answers. They probed her and probed her but she silently watched them helplessly.
Eventually they gave up.
''''''''
The first time she saw Ron and Harry was the first time she started acting like Hermione Granger again. The two boys, who had awoken up a week before her and were no longer feeling the consequences of the Potion although they had, burst in to see her, much to Madam Pomfrey's fury.
"Madam Pomfrey, Harry's completed You-Know-Who now. Isn't the least you can do is let him into a Hospital Wing? He's a Hero!" Ron said cheerfully.
Madam Pomfrey left, muttering to herself unhappily.
"Where have you been?" Harry burst out at her.
Again, Hermione could offer no aid.
Once it was confirmed that, no, she couldn't remember anything, no, Ron, nothing at all and yes Harry, she was glad to be back and yes, Ron, you were a hero in your own right for taking down Tom, and no, Ron, she really really really couldn't remember anything at all…
Then Harry and Ron told her of the Last war. Ron got extremely excited and started shouting at the good bits and Madam Pomfrey ushered him out. Harry gave Hermione a grin, said, "I'm glad you are okay. I'll talk to you later," and leapt out behind him because Madam Pomfrey was approaching with her stern and disapproving expression.
''''''''''
He stared down at the three graves. Lucius Malfoy. Narcissa Malfoy. Pansy Parkinson. All three graves, staring accusingly up at him.
He turned away from them, and towards the Ministry Officials. It had taken them a while to get themselves back in other but now The Ministry were stricter than ever and ready to catch the criminals of the Wizarding World. They took him by the arms and pulled them behind his back. He didn't respond, his eyes grazing over the graves instead.
He deserved this.
They forced one of his hands that were drawn behind him on to a Port key and when he whirling sensation had vanished, he found himself in a small room with a white bed and a toilet. A cell.
"You will stay here," said one of the Ministry Officials, "until your trial on Friday at three o'clock."
They all walked out.
The room actually wasn't bad. The mattress was warm and soft and the picture on the wall rather evocative and pretty.
But Draco didn't care about any of that anymore.
He sank down the wall and stared vacantly ahead, thinking thoughts that could soon drive him insane.
It had been two weeks now. Where was Hermione? Did she remember anything? Was she back with the Gryffindors? Was she with Potter? Would she hear about his trial? Would she think him a murderer…?
'''''''
Hermione sat between the two boys, nibbling toast. They were at Hogwarts but no real lessons were being held. Sometimes some of the students went to their classes and sat there for a change of scenery but most of them sat in the Great Hall, exchanging news. There weren't a lot of casualties but some people had died and as a sign of respect, there was a giant memorial board up with a piece dedicated to every missing student.
Hermione was currently nibbling her toast with an anxious expression on her face because when she had looked upon that giant board, she had seen Pansy Parkinson's name and something in her mind had twitched. And when she had seen Justin Finch-Fletchley's name, the twitching had doubled.
She was bothered by it. There was something inside of her mind, stirring restlessly, but she didn't understand it…
The owls flew in. Hermione's concentration was snapped in held when an Owl came soaring down on her, delivering her Daily Prophet that she had subscribed for, a very long time ago…
Malfoy Son Worse Than Proven Death Eater Father
A shocking story came to light today about what has been going on in the Malfoy Manor through all these dark months. As you know, the Ministry has been completely focused on You-Know-Who and security in low key areas has been lax. We reported only one moth ago about the slaves been kept in the Malfoy Manor as the "new House Elves."
We all assumed Azkaban Escapee Lucius Malfoy, the Head of the House and the Malfoy Family, was in charge of all this, but shocking new evidence now tells us that it has been Draco Malfoy, the sixteen year old Hogwarts Student and son of Mr Malfoy, who has been the mastermind through all this.
"We always saw Draco Malfoy more than his father," a young girl, who asked not to be named said, "as he used to look through our hall every now and then and take one of the girl slaves. One of the girls went with him, and we never saw her again."
But the most shockingly thing at all, is when the Ministry came to search the Manor, the young Slytherin let them in and politely offered them some tea.
"It was quite strange," One Ministry Official said today, "because he seemed almost amused by our arrival. He offered us all a pot of tea and then took us around the house as if giving us a tour."
The Ministry got most suspicious when young Malfoy bought three expensive graves for his Father, Mother, and childhood friend, Pansy Parkinson, whose deaths we reported last week but to which we were offered no further information.
"The three were killed with an Unforgivable Curse and all evidence points to young Malfoy," our reliable source said now. "The house is full of Dark Magic and Dark objects which the Ministry have been on the look out for, for a very long time. He is being kept in over night and his trial is on Friday, at three o'clock."
So, with the trial on today, it doesn't look bright for the last Malfoy in Britain alive.
"It's sad that a sixteen year old could be accused of having done all this damage," Cornelius Fudge, The Minister of Magic, said about this trial. "But I'm afraid that is what Dark Arts do to people, whatever age, and I plan to handle it as I would any other case. The boy is not an infant and, if found guilty, he will be treated as an adult as he is fully aware of his actions."
Hermione put down the paper on the table blindly, knocking over Neville Longbottom's carrot juice but she did not seem to notice. Her eyes were somewhere else, her mind rustling around furiously, trying to make her remember…
Make her remember…
"Hey," Dean Thomas said on the other side of the table, "Has anyone noticed that Snape isn't here?"
Snape…Draco… Lucius… Narcissa… Pansy… Justin…Slavery…
It all came together suddenly, like a waterfall splashing down on her head.
She remembered everything.
'''''''
There he sat; surrounded and sitting. He wasn't nervous, he wasn't even listening. He was so bored.
Yes, he hadn't expected the Ministry to come knocking of his door. He hadn't realised that life would continue on once he had left Hermione in that Hospital Wing. From then on, he had forgotten about anyone else as if he lived in a large vast empty world, void of people and problems and irritating distractions…
But no. He had been in a numb state, roaming over the Malfoy rooms, letting his memories wash over him. He had never cried, he had never felt anything. He had just lamented over the things he knew nobody else could.
Snape had given up trying to speak to him, not that he had tried too hard anyway. Snape held his grudges and Draco couldn't care less, he really couldn't. Nothing mattered to him anymore.
So the Ministry were back in action, trying to regain some kind of concept of control. The world was in shocking disorientation and it was The Ministry of Magic's job to sort it out. But Draco really wished they would piss off and left him alone.
And now they were blabbering on about his rights and his offences. Draco simply looked at them all, suddenly aware of his lack of sleep over the last while. At least if they put him in Azkaban, he could rest and maybe forget his own memories…
It was a pity they didn't have the Dementors still. They could have sucked out Draco's soul. And Draco blamed his soul for all his mess, he really did.
Merlin, these old guys could talk, couldn't they? Draco knew there was no point in trying to justify himself. Because he was guilty. Guilty as he could be. He had killed his father, he had watched his mother being murdered and he was Pansy's killer, now and until the day he died.
"Excuse me?" A timid looking wizard peeked his head inside the door. Draco looked at him, dimly bemused. It was unusual for a big wizarding trial such as this to be interrupted.
"A young witch states she has some evidence to give," the wizard squawked quickly as all the judges turned and looked sharply at him.
"This case is near an end. What could she say that is of any use?" Judge Number One, a skinny balding man, said sternly.
"Sir, she is accompanied b-by," the timid looking wizard was losing his nerve rapidly, "By Harry Potter, sir."
That caused a bit of a stir. Not only in the court but inside of Draco as well. It couldn't be… No…
"Very well," Judge Number Two, a fat and strict official said, "let them in."
And there she was. Hermione Granger. She walked in, nervous and pretty, in her school uniform, her hair tied back to hide its wildness. Potter and Weasley stalked in behind her, close and protective. Both stared at Draco and tried to hustle Hermione away. She didn't pay them any heed though. Instead she walked to the main judge, not even looking at Draco, and said in a slightly breathless voice, "Please. Let me talk. I was there. At all three murders."
More stirring from the court. More stirring inside of Draco. She remembered… how could she possibly remember?
But, of course, this was Hermione Granger. Nobody was as much of a master of their own mind as she was. How could he have believed a plan as feeble as his would work against her mind? Or had he ever actually believed it would?
"Please state your name."
"Hermione Granger."
"And your where-a-bouts at the time of the three murders."
"I was in the Malfoy Manor."
"And what were you doing there?"
"I-I'm a Muggleborn. I was captured and was then a slave."
"Please sit down." A wizard conjured up a chair for her, which she sat heavily down in. Potter and Weasley stood at either sides of her. Weasley was looking nervously around while Potter was nodding to the many waves he was receiving politely but his attention was strictly on Hermione.
"I-I don't want to have to go through this again," Hermione said, talking quickly and not missing a beat. "I will go through all the three murders quickly and would like not to be interrupted, if that's okay.
"Firstly, Lucius Malfoy's murder. Draco did kill him but as self defence. They were in a duel – a duel over my life – and Lucius was attempting to kill Draco at that time. And me. He had already t-tortured me by that stage and I could have easily been killed, without putting up any defence. It wasn't murder. It was defence. I know - I know that there's probably a charge for this, but please, Draco - Draco didn't want to kill his father. He respected his father so much. He wanted to please him in ever single way. But h-he couldn't not kill him.
"Secondly, Pansy Parkinson's death. At this stage, Narcissa Malfoy had a gun to Pansy's head and a spell on me. One of us were about to die. A gun is a lethal muggle weapon, quicker than any wand. His mother made him choose and he did. He chose me. Narcissa Malfoy then killed Pansy.
"Thirdly, Narcissa Malfoy's death. It was me. I killed Narcissa Malfoy. I killed her because she killed Pansy and because she would have killed Draco and me. She would have never left us alone. Never. She was evil. A murderer. And a danger. I'm not on trial here. Draco is. And he didn't kill any of those three people."
There was a startled pause.
"Have you anything else to add, Miss Granger?"
The Hufflepuff's death… Draco's own torture of her…
"No." Her reply.
"Questions?" Judge One turned to the 'jury.'
"Miss Granger, forgive me for asking but, in what way did Lucius Malfoy torture you?"
"He h-, I have the marks. He used many different types of potions and the two Unforgivable Curses, except for obviously the killing one. Then he bet me. Whipped me. Cut me with a long knife of his. Chained me up. And then he raped me."
"That's an outrage! Lucius Malfoy was an old friend of mine. How do we know you're not lying?" One member of the jury was standing and shouting, his face very red.
"Because we witnessed her drinking the Veritaserum!" Potter yelled.
"And where did you get that from, may I ask?"
"From Snape, of course," Weasley said.
And in floated Severus Snape as an annoyingly smirking ghost. "It is true," he said sounding almost bored.
"Severus Snape, how and when did you die?!" One of the judges cried.
"I was killed by Narcissa Malfoy on the same day she met her demise," Snape said very, very calmly.
There was more silence.
"Miss Granger," a small witch in a tweed skirt and blouse asked, "what has the Malfoy family problems got to do with you? Why was Lucius Malfoy torturing you? Why were both father and son duelling over your life? Why did Narcissa Malfoy make Draco choose between one of the Malfoy Family's life long family friends and you?" The witch sounded apologetic.
Hermione looked around the room at everyone's faces, all staring at her. Then she turned slightly and looked at Draco for the very first time that night. He had been staring at her for the whole time, completely and utterly deflated and shocked, but when she met his eyes, all he felt was pain.
Then she turned back to sit straight and face all the wizards and answered.
"Because he is in love with me."
Her head dropped down into her hands, her body slumped in the chair and her sobs filled the extremely quiet room for a very long time.
'''''''''
"Draco Malfoy, is everything Miss Granger has said true?"
With her last statement ringing in his ears, he nodded.
'''''''''
The crowds were leaving. Everyone looked pale and shocked and tired.
After she had said her piece, Hermione had left the room, practically being carried by her two male friends. Then Draco had been questioned in a lot more detail and Snape had been questioned. Draco had found it hard to talk but he had kept his cool and spoke the truth. He couldn't lie to them, and himself, any longer. Snape had answered in short curt terms, not unlike the ones he reserved for his students.
When they were making the decision, Hermione had been escorted back in by both Weasley and Potter. She had looked smaller than usual but composed. She had been ready.
And funnily enough, Draco had not been accused of murder. He had to pay a large fee of money and do a bit of work for the Ministry – getting Slytherins at Hogwarts back into order, mainly.
"These times have been challenging times," Judge Number One had said. "Things have happened that should not have happened, that would not have normally happened under usual circumstances. By Dark Forces and the reign of the Dark Lord has changed us all and made us all do things we will probably all live to regret. Nobody is the same but it would not be right to send Draco Malfoy for a life prison. That said, he is not an innocent. But we shall not punish heavily, for we, at the Ministry, want to start afresh. But a strict eye will be placed on you, Mr Malfoy, and your case will be reviewed every six months for the next four years. We wish to see an improvement from your doing in Hogwarts School and you will not be allowed near Miss Granger again. You may be in the same classes, you may be eating in the same hall but I will have Professor McGonagall placing a strict and unforgiving eye on you. If she sees anything suspicious, you will be escorted back here and the consequences will be heavy. Do I make myself clear, Mr Malfoy? That is all."
And now everyone was leaving, not believing what he or she had just witnessed. Draco, though, kept seated in his seat. He was in complete and utter shock at the occurring events. He couldn't quite believe it.
A shadow stood over him and he knew it was her.
He couldn't quite meet her eyes.
She didn't speak. Not until the court room was empty, except for her and him and her two friends. The two friends stood off, ready and defiant. Hermione didn't tell them to go. He wished she would. They made him feel… ashamed.
So now they knew. Now the whole world knew what had happened in the Malfoy Manor. What had once been their secret was now public news.
"Draco…"
"So you remember," he said curtly.
"Of course." She smiled grimly. "How could I forget?"
"You were supposed to," he said.
"I know."
"Hermione…"
"Are you going to be able to control yourself?" she asked sharply. "When we are at Hogwarts. Because things haven't changed, Draco. You wished for me for forget, and I plan to. I-I want to live my life. I want to graduate from Hogwarts."
"I…" He stopped, and finally met her eyes. "I will be able to control myself. I'll do it." If it makes you happy.
Her expression softened instantly. "Then… this is it."
"Yeah."
A long lingering silence occurred.
"Draco… I appreciate what you tried to do for me. Making me forget and all that. It shows me… It shows me that you really do love me. That's… that's the nicest things you've ever done. Thank you."
And then she leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.
"No, Hermione, thank you."
He caught her into his arms and kissed her on the lips. He knew Potter and Weasley were watching but he didn't care. This was their moment. Their last moment. And he was not going to let it pass him by.
He felt her melt in his arms. This was it; he would never kiss her again. It was so strange. He felt like he was falling and she was the only thing solid to grasp on to. She was the only thing that made sense. It didn't seem logical to not kiss her. They had endured so much pain and were now only receiving the pleasure.
The kiss ended, and both of them were breathless. Hermione looked dazed. He never wanted to let her go. Never. But he had to. She wasn't his slave anymore. He didn't own her. She was finally free.
"I love you." It was the only thing he could have said at that moment.
She smiled. It was a smile full of regret and sorrow and bitter-sweet happiness and half-seeable possibilities. She looked so beautiful at that moment, her head titled towards him, her mouth in her dazzling smile. It was all she could offer him. That smile.
Nobody could ever understand how much it meant to Draco.
She wasn't smiling out of force. It was from her own free will. She meant that smile. She gave him that smile. She didn't have to but she did. It was nearly more than a kiss to him; it was a smile of hope.
Maybe some day…
"Goodbye," she said. Then she was moving away. Potter and Weasley walked in front of her. Opened the door for her and escorted her across. She was just over the threshold when she leaned her head over her shoulder and looked at him.
Time froze. Electricity seemed to soar through the air. Their eyes met and each of them understood each other at that moment in that one lingering glance.
And then she was gone. Disappeared. And Draco stood in the Court Room on his own. It was silent, except for his breathing. It was a long time before he moved and if anybody had passed him by, they would have thought him a statue of art, his face caught between regret, uncertainty and a smile.
Because Draco knew there would be hard times ahead. And in a way, it was only right. He didn't deserve anything else. There couldn't be a happy ending for him. He'd have to work for redeem himself.
There would be hard times ahead, but at that very moment, Draco Malfoy was happy.
'''''''''''''
And that's the end of Sudden Changes!
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And now for the real announcement: I am retiring from Fanfiction. I've been at this story since last summer and I was reading it before then and I was writing L J Smith stories before that so I've been at it for a while. Hence, I want to try something new. Or old, like original writing. I used to do it but now Fanfiction is so much easier. And I want to get out of that habit!
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Oh yeah, it was supposed to just end with Hermione forgetting everything, but I thought I'd give it a more final note. I know, that perhaps, It's not the most exciting of chapters; personally I liked the last chapter a bit better, but this has a more final note to it, don't you think? And I like hings to be final! (Even though I;m not finishing my other story)!
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"There is no remedy for love but to love more." Henry David Thoreau
"To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose, the next best." William Makepeace Thackeray
"Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up." James Baldwin
"Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within." James Baldwin
"Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'" Erich Fromm
"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul." Judy Garland
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love." Sophocles
"True love never dies for it is lust that fades away. Love bonds for a lifetime but lust just pushes away." Alicia Barnhart
The end of all things is near. Therefore be clear minded and self-controlled so that you can pray. Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins." 1 Peter 4:7-8 The Bible
"All's fair in love and war." Francis Edwards
"I can live without money, but I cannot live without love." Judy Garland
"Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear" Anonymous
"Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend." Martin Luther King
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Some are to do with the story, some are just nice. Thought they were interesting, anyway.