DISCLAIMER: I'm just someone who wants to pass the time by writing. I don't own Draco, not even Hermione, or Scorpius, or Rosie. They are JKR's. I borrow them to ease my boredom.

Hermione closed her eyes and tried to remember her last kiss. It was a month ago, when she decided to end it with Ronald, with his knee bent and a ring on his palm. It wasn't an easy decision to make. She loved Ron more than anything, but she was not ready to marry him just yet. She told him she had to find her parents and restore their memory first before making another life-changing decision. Ronald, always led by emotions, did not take her answer well. He stood from the ground and threw the ring far beyond her reach. And then he was gone.

Malfoy's lips left hers and she opened her eyes.

"Did you think I'd cast the spell just because you kissed me?" She was surprised on how emotionless she sounded. Years back, she would have slapped Malfoy's face so hard he'd think twice before touching her again. Now she felt nothing.

"No Granger, I was just trying to feel."

"And?"

"There's nothing. You're a hollow shell, Granger. Weasley's hair must have swallowed all your fire."

She was not familiar with this side of Draco Malfoy. To her, he had always been just someone who lived to taunt and mock her and her friends. Unlike Harry who saw him cry and falter when tasked to kill Professor Dumbledore, she had never seen Malfoy this... vulnerable. She reached up to trace his face with her fingers. "Tell me why you want to forget, Draco."

He closed his eyes at her touch. "Nightmares," he whispered. He caught her hand in his, and entwining their fingers he said, "If you don't want to help me forget, at least help me feel."

His lips found hers again, and this time she answered, pulling him closer.

After the War, sides existed no longer—no light, no dark, just the in between. The man in her arms was just as lost as she was, desperate enough to forget. Maybe his nightmares led him to her, maybe hers led her to him. Must she help this man forget?

"Don't think, Granger. Feel."

And she followed his voice.

"I have a proposition," she whispered, lightly kissing his chest.

"Mmm?" He asked as his fingers drew circles on the small of her back.

"I will erase your memories… after you help me restore my parents'."

He responded with a kiss. And it wasn't their last.

"Did you love him then?" It was the first time that Rose Weasley spoke since her mother started her story, which, in his opinion, was full of crap. His father was a man of dignity, and he'd never abduct a woman just to "feel." His father was a handsome man, and surely women in his time lined up just to share a bed with him. Now he hated Professor Weasley even more.

"No, my dear." Scorpius could hear her smile. "Mr. Malfoy was a fine sight that I couldn't resist. If it happened that I was kidnapped by Mr. Filch, I would have hexed him soon as I opened my eyes."

Rose giggled. "So what happened next?"

"So you casted a spell without knowing how to counter it."

"Apparently, yes."

"50 points from Gryffindor." He smirked before stealing a kiss. It was a sweet gesture that rendered Hermione speechless. "Relax, Granger. We are in Muggle London."

"Careful though, young man, the people are starting to think you're in love with me." She smiled and sipped her coffee.

"I'm not the one smiling like a schoolgirl," he winked.

Just then a young man carrying a violin approached their table. "Maybe a song for your lady, Mr. Uriah?"

"Please," Draco said reaching for her hand. "The Rose of the Isle."

The sweet and gentle sound of the strings filled the cafeteria, as Draco wrapped his arm around her waist. The angelic voice of a young woman followed.

'You are the seed

The heavens have blessed my heart

Oh Rose of the Isle

My Rose of the Isle'

Hermione's head found Draco's shoulder, and he gently kissed her hair. "You won't find the book in Hogwarts," he whispered.

"And why is that?"

'You came to me

And I'm no longer alone

You've grown in my heart

My soul, my mind'

"I remember seeing it in the Room of Requirement," he said. "And you were there when Goyle burned the whole place."

"Oh," was all she could say, not bothering to hide her disappointment. It was her last hope.

'Rose of my heart

My light in the dark

Let my heart be your home

The Isle of this song.'

"However, my lady, I happen to know a place that hides a copy of that book." The song had ended and Draco thanked them with a tip.

"Where?"

"In the Manor."

Scorpius felt his father grip his hand. "Scorp," he tried to say between breaths.

"Yes father, I'm here, do you need anything?"

"Let her in,"

"Who?"

His father closed his eyes. "Hermione… I know she's here. I heard her voice."

"But Dad, that woman will kill you!"

"Son… please, let her in."

Frustrated, he stood and headed for the door.

"He asked for you," he said, not looking at the woman.

"Thank you, Scorpius." She stood and went inside his father's room.