A/N: Not a good week for me, but I was determined not to let it stop me from getting this up. It's a little shorter than I would have liked, but I hope you still enjoy it. Thanks again to everyone who has been reading. Enough from me. Happy Reading.

Forget Me Not

Chapter 7- Motherly Moments

The Saturday after the library incident, Draco and I were alone laying on a conjured daybed in the top of the Stone Bridge Tower. Revealing our secret to my best friends made me less paranoid about our time together; however, I knew better than to be completely at ease. Things would be so much easier if he wasn't Draco Malfoy. Nothing's easy though. We didn't have to worry about being caught by Harry and Ron anymore, but there are plenty of other people, specifically Slytherins, who we need to be cautious of. It'll be disastrous if word about him spending time with a "Mudblood" got out. To avoid any catastrophes, we make sure we were careful about where we go and what we do. Recently, I started thinking of different places in the castle I hadn't considered before for privacy. This tower wasn't the most comfortable place, and of course still able to be plotted if someone wanted to find either of us, yet it was somewhere we were able to be alone without Ron stalking Draco, Lisa attacking either of us, or any other unwanted person intruding upon us. I was satisfied with the choice as I lay across his chest.

While I relaxed against him, I thought about Ron again. I was still hurt, but not as badly as before. You can't make a person like you, nor can you change how a person feels about you. So I decided that what will be, will be. If my relationship with one ended my friendship with the other then there was nothing I was able to do about that. It's Ron's decision where we go from here. I told myself not to mope about because of his choice.

My thoughts drifted from Ron's actions to the conversation my two best friends had in the library that evening. I glanced over at Draco's covered left forearm and thought about the mark. A few months ago, I didn't think he had the horrid symbol. I still remember the constant rows Harry and I had about whether or not Draco had Voldemort's mark. He was convinced since we saw him with other Death Eaters in Borgin and Burkes that he had joined their ranks and was given a mission that somehow involved the school. Before Dumbledore requested that he obtain the memory from Slughorn, he constantly tracked Draco on the map and followed him around when he was able.

I looked up at Draco after remembering the map. He's probably using it now to watch us, I thought to myself as I stared at him; he gave me a questioning gaze. I kissed him lightly and dismissed the thought. I rested my head back against his chest and continued thinking about the Slytherin.

This was the first time that I've thought about Draco's mission. The mark I noticed that night in December when he stood there without a shirt and his hands gripping my arms as he requested my help. Later we talked briefly about it in the library when he asked what it was, but that wasn't much of a discussion since he truly can't recall anything. I guess that's why I also pushed the thoughts of his mission to the side. But I couldn't deny the fact that Harry was right. Draco had taken the mark and must have also been given a mission. Something related to the Room of Requirement, we are all certain of that.

I desperately want to know what, yet I refuse to tell them about the mark. I'm certain that Harry will try to use any means to get answers from the amnesiac Draco. They'll try veritaserum first, and will fail because he truthfully can't remember anything past that night in December. I don't know what they'd try next, but I don't want them to harm him in anyway. I don't know the circumstances surrounding him and his reason for receiving it. Perhaps I'm just an absolute optimist and want to see the good in his situation, so I don't want to him to be mistreated to extract information from him.

I wonder if I would have done the same thing had the situation been different. What if I saw him with the mark while he was his normal self? What would I have done then? Are my feelings for him blocking my judgment? I knew that was the reason why as soon as I asked myself that question, but I was seeing a different Draco. For years I saw that narcissistic, vile brat and now I'm seeing a considerate man. I don't think the spell changed who he fundamentally is; it just freed him of the burden of having to fit the mold he has been forced to fit into. Deep down he's really not terrible.

As I drew that last conclusion, I smiled and wrapped my arms tighter around his abdomen; his hold on me also tightened. "What are you thinking about?" he asked startling me from my thoughts.

"You," I answered as I snuggled closer into his chest.

As I was moving to kiss him again, a screech interrupted us and we both turned to the window and saw a dark eagle owl coming through. It dropped a letter in front of us on the floor before departing the way it came. I reached down and picked it up. I looked at the high quality paper with the impeccable cursive writing on the front. "It's for you…" I said as I twisted and awkwardly struggled to open the letter. He watched and waited until I read it. "Your mother is here. She's waiting for you in the Great Hall."

I looked at him and noted his blank expression. My emotions were jumbled and I wondered what expression donned my face.

I sat up and quickly put on my shoes, "Let's go." He nodded and followed suit before we headed stealthily together through the castle to the Great Hall.

From the Great Entry Hall, I pointed out his mother waiting in the Great Hall and urged him to remain calm. Draco looked her over before glancing back down at me; I sensed that he was uneasy, but walked over toward the blonde, older woman. I stayed hidden and watched. "Draco!" I heard her exclaim happily. She hugged her only child and genuinely appeared to miss him. "Why haven't you owled? I expected to hear from you over the break. I know why you didn't return home, but you should have written. I was worried." She hugged her son again, and he hugged her back. I felt a smile spread across my face.

"I'm sorry," he said in a low tone.

She looked concerned, "Are you all right, sweetheart?"

"Yes," he nodded enthusiastically. "I'm fine. I've missed you, mother." She hugged her son again.

"Your father and I miss you as well," she frowned. "He would have come, but you know… he couldn't… but he helped me get away." I didn't realize Lucius was out of Azkaban; I felt the need to tell Harry and the others. "I can't stay long," she kissed his forehead, "But I had to come and make sure you were all right. I was worried when you and Snape both stopped replying to my owls."

"I'll be sure to do so. I'm sorry for worrying you." She smiled kindly at her child.

"I love you, Draco." His mother hugged him another time before breaking away to leave.

"I love you, too," he said.

She smiled sincerely at him, "Goodbye, my son." Narcissa turned to leave after that. I didn't see her full exit because Draco came back over to where I was hiding and blocked her out of my view.

"I don't remember her, but I had this… feeling. She felt familiar… I can't really describe it…" he said while looking down at me.

"Even without your memories she is still your mother and no spell can affect that bond," he seemed to understand and agree. While he stood there thinking, I brushed a few stray strands of hair from out of his face before asking, "Are you sure you still don't want your memories? You won't remember all the times you spent with your mother and father." Albeit, not all of those memories may have been pleasant, but family is still important.

I waited for an answer, but he gave none. He seemed to still be contemplating it to himself. "Come on, Draco." I grasped one of his hands and pulled him away. We needed to leave before someone spotted us.

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