Draco.

Searching through the vast collection of books that Hermione owned was a difficult task. Draco had no idea what he was expecting to find, he simply knew that he had to be quick. He wanted so desperately to relieve Hermione of her agony. But he also had to be extremely cautious in case he missed anything.

After what seemed like hours Draco still had no tighter evidence on the spell his mother had so selfishly used. He knew she had never meant to harm Hermione but her actions had ruined everything. They were supposed to be here together, getting on with their lives as a couple.

What if they never found a cure for Hermione's headaches? Would she live out her days in absolute pain? Would she die?

Draco quickly wiped this thought from his mind. He couldn't think like that.

He slammed shut the last book. Nothing. There was no sign of any information about the spell. Draco was giving up hope.

He hauled himself up from the slumped position he was in. Angry bubbled through his body and he finally lost control.

In one swift movement, he smashed everything off the nearest cabinet. Ornaments and photo frames shattered into pieces of the hard, marble ground. He then continued to destroy everything else around him in a wild fit of anger and frustration.

Why couldn't he find anything? Why did everything seem so hopeless? WHY COULDN'T HE JUST BE HAPPY?!

These thoughts circled in his mind as he proceeded in ripping and breaking everything in the room. Then Draco halted in the middle of the room and took deep, shaky breathes. His heart was beating rapidly and tears of anger were streaming down his face.

He had wrecked his home. His and Hermione's home. Their belongings scattered around, completely broken up.

A few minutes passed before Draco decided that there was no point in staying because there were no clues, no answers and almost all of his hope was gone.

He apparated swiftly back to Potter's home. He didn't know if he could watch Hermione's disappointed face as he told her he had failed her.

Outside was dark and the wind whistled. Draco was hesitant to knock the door. Perhaps they were all waiting for his return thinking that he had discovered something.

He tapped on the front door feebly, all of his strength vanished from his manic destruction. Ginny Potter answered the door with a faint look of sadness etched onto her face.

"Oh Draco, you're back…" She said, allowing him to step pass her and enter the house.

Draco sighed audibly and shuffled pathetically into the living room where Weasley and Potter were in deep discussion.

They were knelt around the small coffee table in the centre of the room where a very large, dusty book was laid open.

Their heads shot up as he came in. By the look on their faces, he could tell something wasn't right. Draco immediately guessed they had found something within the old book. He dreaded to find out what it was.

"Did you find anything?" Potter asked solemnly. His voice contained a hint of sadness. Draco hesitated for a brief moment,

"No…" He murmured, "But I assume you did…"

Potter nodded very slowly, staring directly into his eyes. The room was deadly silent for a long while and Draco was simply itching to know what he was going to say. Potter sucked in a breath before muttering,

"I think you better sit down…"

Hermione.

This was hell. Waiting and waiting, unable to move. Hermione wanted to searching for an answer herself, she knew she would be likely to find the answer in a matter of minutes if she tried. But she couldn't even sit up without a horrible surge of pain shooting through her entire body. So she had to wait.

She thought it was strange that no one had come to see her. She could hear their hushed tones coming from downstairs so she knew they were still there. Hermione craved for someone to tell her something simply to put her mind at rest. Why wasn't anyone even coming to check on her? It had been hours since Ron had visited her with his apology. Did no one care? She could be dead right now and no one would know.

However all of a sudden that idea was changed as Hermione heard footsteps heading her way.

Her heart soared as Draco entered the room slowly. But he was not smiling, in fact she could see despair in his eyes. Something was wrong, very wrong.

He sat down by her side on the bed, looking completely serious.

"How are you feeling?" He asked with a sense of desperation in his voice. It was as though he pleaded for her to say she was okay.

She blinked calmly, almost in slow motion. Hermione knew that what she was going to say would disappoint him.

"Not good…" She whispered.

She watched his shoulders sag and his forehead crease. He was obviously very distressed.

"Draco, what is it?" She pleaded.

Just then, Harry and Ron trailed in looking equally as depressed. Harry was carrying a huge, very tattered book which had never seen before. The expressions on their faces began to panic her. Her eyes widened.

"W-what's the matter?" She said, choking on her the words. Her alarm caused her head to pound aggressively and Hermione screwed up her face in pain.

Draco clutched her hand in attempt to calm her down. Each of the men looked between each other and it was Harry that spoke.

"We've found the spell…" He admitted.

"Really? Well… that's a good thing… i-isn't it?" Hermione wondered, pulling herself together but becoming increasingly more worried. Bad news was coming, she could feel it. She mentally prepared herself for whatever was to come.

"Afflictio Vecordia" Ron declared. Obviously this was the name of the spell. She had never heard of it, much like she had expected.

Draco was intensely gazing at her with a pained look.

Harry opened the book and began to read the description of the spell she was cruelly being subjected too.

"Afflictio Vecordia – this spell causes the victim to become obsessed with the thing they hate the most.

If the victim's hatred towards certain person then they will also suffer due to the intensity of the curse. The only known cure for this is to remove their memories to cleanse their brain and relieve their pain."

Everything was silent. The only sound was of very slow breathing from each of them.

Hermione tried to comprehend what had just been said. Remove her memories? She wouldn't remember any of what had happened in the past week or so. She guessed that wasn't too bad. It was only a very small time scale. She would still remember her family and friends… and Draco of course.

Hermione couldn't see why they were so upset.

"Fine… Let's do this." She said firmly. The others looked hesitant and very confused on how she was taking this so well.

"You only have to erase the memories of the event, I will still remember all of you…" She laughed nervously, "Now hurry up because my head is killing me…"

A/N: Ooooh! Two chapters in one day! That should make up for the last five months right? Aha, hoping you are liking the story!