Hermione didn't feel like going to the Burrow. All she wanted to do was sit in her room and keep to herself. She still wore her ring though. Well it was actually Dracos ring. He left it on her desk with the note the morning he left. She cried for what seemed like days. She wished he had at least warned her of his plan. She decided to go on a walk before she left for the Burrow. She walked to the park for some reason. She guessed her mind led her there because she was thinking of Draco. She looked at the swing set and replayed the day Draco fell off the swing in her mind. And the day he told her he was in love with her. She let out a shaky sigh and sat in the mulch chips. She wondered what he was doing at that moment. She tried thinking of other things, but her mind always went back to Draco.

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Draco was angrily pacing his room. He went to his dresser and poured himself a glass of fire whisky. He downed several glasses and groaned in agitation. He threw the glass at the wall and the glass shattered everywhere. He then charged at his window and slammed his fist through it. He went back to pacing his room back and forth. He had so much adrenaline that he didn't even realize his hand was bleeding.

"Draco! What are you doing?!" Narcissa asked as she entered his room. Her eyes fell to his bleeding hand.

"Why am I so angry?" He asked softly as he sat at the foot of his bed."

Narcissa knelt in front of him. "Draco, let's get your hand cleaned up." She gently touched his hand and he yanked it back away from her.

"Ow! Fuck!"

"Is it broken?" Narcissa asked.

"How the fuck should I know?"

Narcissa glared at her son. "Watch your tone with me."

Draco exhaled heavily. "Yeah, I think it's broken. It fucking hurts."

"Let me mend it for you.."

"No, it's fine."

"Draco please!" Narcissa said.

"Mother it's fine. Please just leave me alone."

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September 1st 1995

Hermione was on the Hogwarts Express reading while Harry, Ron, and Ginny had a conversation about quidditch. She glanced up from her book and looked out the window. It'd been 2 months since Draco had left. He hadn't left her mind since.

"Hermione, did you hear me?"

Hermione snapped back to reality.

"What?" Hermione asked as she looked at Ron

"How was your summer?"

"The first half was good."

"Why not the second half?"

"I'd rather not talk about it." Hermione said looking back down at her book.

"What time is that prefect meeting?"

Hermione looked up. "In 10 minutes."

"What did you do for summer vacation?" Harry asked.

"Went to France with my parents. Draco came with us." She winced at the mention of his name.

Hermione gathered her things and began walking to the prefect meeting. She turned around due to hearing Pansy Parkinson only to see her trying to flirt with Draco.

Draco glanced up brielf. "Jealous mudblood?"

Hermiones heart clenched at the use of that word.

Draco continued his way to the compartment and glared at Hermione once she entered. "Since when are muggle borns allowed to be prefects?"

"Since we started getting better grades than you." Hermione sneered at him as she sat down.

Draco scoffed at her remark and looked to McGonagall. "Can we start this meeting already?"

"When Ms Parkinson exits the cabin we will. As she is not a prefect and therefore is not allowed to attend."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Fine."

After the meeting Hermione rushed out to get back to her own compartment.

"Oi! Granger! Too bad I can't take points from you for being a mudblood. If I could Gryffindor would be in the negatives by Halloween." Draco teased and left for his compartment.

Hermione sighed heavily and entered her compartment and sat next to Ginny, sighing heavily.

"What's wrong?" Ginny asked.

"Nothing."

"How was the prefect meeting?"

"Fine I guess. I don't really know, wasn't really paying attention." Hermione said softly.

"Who are the other prefects?" Harry asked.

"Draco, a couple Ravenclaws and older students that I dont know. Plus Oliver."

"Malfoy isn't a prefect." Ron scoffed.

"What makes you think he isn't a prefect?" Harry asked."

"I know he isn't a prefect. He isn't prefect material."

"He actually is." Hermione chimed in. "He's rather intelligent."

"Yeah but he isn't first in our year like you are Hermione." Ron replied.

"That's why he's second in our year. Can we not talk about him please?"

"But I thought he spent some of the summer with you?" Ginny asked.

"Yes, but he doesn't know that." Hermione said softly as a stray tear rolled down her cheek.

"Why not?" Ron asked quietly.

"He had to forget about us for our safety. No matter how much I want to, I can't tell him. At least not until after we get rid of You-Know-Who for good. But by then, one of us might be dead.." Hermione said as a few more tears fell.

"So in simpler words, he broke up with you? If he wasn't a prefect I'd beat his arse!" Ron said bluntly.

"No! I still love him and he loves me. We belong together, but he doesn't remember."

"Who obliviated him then?" Harry asked. "You can't obliviate yourself can you?"

"There was that one time second year with Lockhart" Ron chimed in.

"His parents did it."

"Maybe they stored his memories somewhere for save keeping? They're filthy rich so they might have a pensieve." Ginny noted.

"Maybe so, but it still wouldn't help until after the war. He can't know and I'd prefer you guys didn't bring it up to him."

"So what? He just expects you to go around school and act like there wasn't history between you two? You sure I can't beat his arse?" Ron asked.

"Well he isn't really acting Ron." Ginny said. "He doesn't remember their history. And quit being so blunt about the subject. It is obviously upsetting her."

Draco exited the train after the Gryffindors. "I'm surprised they're still letting you walking around free Potter!" Draco scoffed. "Friend of blood traitors and a mudblood!" Draco spits toward his direction. "Pathetic!"

"HEY! YOU SHUT IT MALFOY! IF YOU WEREN'T A PREFECT I WOULD HEX YOU!" Ron yelled causing Hermione and Ginny to slap him.

Draco smirked to himself. "Threatening a prefect? 10 points from Gryffindor." He looked to Harry. "10 more because I don't like you Potter." Finally he looked at Hermione. "20 more because you're a filthy mudblood." Draco smiled to himself and walked toward the carriages.

Hermione cringed. "It's okay you guys. 30 of those points don't even count."