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Chapter 14 - Choco-loco
DRACO’S POV
I sat at a table for two at the Three Broomsticks. Two pints of butterbeer were on the table in front of me. I looked at my clock; Hermione was late. She was never late! What took so long? It had been ten minutes now since I left her, and I was getting nervous. What if Weasley had said something to change her mind about me or if he had… kissed her? My stomach churned at the thought. I looked around; a lot of people from the school were sitting around the tables, laughing and chatting. I stood up and left. A cold breeze hit me in the face as I stepped outside. It was beginning to get really cold, at least it wasn’t raining. I closed my jacket and pulled up my hood. I went back towards Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, where I had left Hermione. She was gone, and so was the weasel. Something didn’t feel right. I was slowly starting to panic. Turning around, I ran into the store.
“What are you doing here, Malfoy?” asked the redheaded owner of the store.
“I’m looking for Hermione. Have you seen her?” Georges’ eyebrows moved towards each other.
“Why?” he said suspiciously.
“I left her about 15 minutes ago outside with Ron, and now she’s gone. They both are. Do you know where they went?”
“Back to the castle. Something happened to Hermione. I think she passed out, I’m not sure exactly why, but Ron carried her back to the castle.” Answered the Weasley. Why were there so many of them?
“Thanks.” I muttered and ran back to the castle. What had that Weasel done to Hermione? She couldn’t have passed out just like that. I ran as fast as I could, I needed to find her.
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I went straight to the Hospital Wing; if Hermione had passed out, she would be there. I was right. She was lying in a bed; it looked like she was sleeping. Weaselbee was standing, bent over her, stroking her cheek.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HER?” I roared as I entered the room. He jumped away from Hermione, obviously not prepared for my outburst.
“N… nothing!” he stuttered. I ran straight up to him and grabbed him by his collar.
“Do not lie to me Weasley! I know you did something…” I sneered. Weasley wiggled out of my grip and straightened out his clothes.
“I didn’t mean to hurt her.” He quietly said.
“Of course you didn’t…” I sarcastically laughed, “but answer my question… what did you do?”
“I took away her memory of seeing Lavender and I kissing. I was hoping she would come back to me, if she hadn’t seen it. But something happened and she was knocked over, and then she passed out.”
“You’re an IDIOT!” I yelled, “Bloody hell Weasley! Just get over it! She does not love you anymore!” I punctuated every word to make sure he understood it.
“Yeah, because she loves you right?”
“Mr Weasley! Mr Malfoy! If you are to be in this infirmary, you will not yell! I do not tolerate it! Either be quiet or leave! Miss Granger needs her rest!” said Madam Pomfrey as she came running out of her office. To tell the truth, I had always been a little scared of her. She could be quite frightening if she wanted to. I nodded at her words and sat down on a chair next to Hermione’s bed. Weasley sent me an evil glare, but I ignored him. All that mattered was this girl. I took her hand and prayed she would be alright.
HERMIONE’S POV
When I opened my eyes, I looked straight into a pair of grey eyes. They were filled with concern. I couldn’t quite place them in my mind, I felt like I had seen the boy before. But I couldn’t remember who he was. But he seemed to know me because he threw his arms around me, lifting me up from the bed.
“Oh my goodness! You’re awake!” he happily exclaimed before putting me down again. I was getting confused, how was it possible he knew me, when I had no memory of ever seeing him before? I looked around the room. It was filled with a ton of beds with white bedding; a grey-haired, old lady was walking around in the other end of the room. Besides my bed were a table filled with get-well cards, candy and flowers. Behind the boy with the grey eyes were a redheaded girl and boy, and a boy with shining green eyes and messy black hair.
I had never seen any of them before.
Nonetheless, they all regarded me with concern. The grey-eyed boy, who was stroking my hair, was really good-looking. He seemed to notice the lack of response from me.
“Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” he asked. I looked him in his grey eyes.
“Who… who are you?” I whispered, he immediately let go of my hand and looked at the red-haired boy.
“Weasley you idiot!” he sneered, “You didn’t just make her forget about you and Lavender… You made her forget me!” his voice was raising from each word he spat out at the redhead.
“No! I didn’t mean to do that. Hermione, please say you remember Draco?” begged the boy whilst backing away from grey-eyes, and looking at me. Was he talking to me?
“Who’s Hermione?” I asked. Both boys stopped moving. Slowly the blonde one turned to face me. The redheaded girl and green-eyed boy looked at each other, a look of despair was shown on both of their faces. Grey-eyes walked to my bed and took my hand.
“Please tell me you’re kidding.” He begged, I could tell he was expecting me to suddenly smile, but I didn’t know what to say. I just pulled my hand out of his.
“What are you talking about?” I whispered, and his eyes widened, “Who are you?” I asked again.
“Hermione… It’s me sweetheart… Draco.” He choked out. Something stirred in the back of my mind at the sound of his name, but I couldn’t quite figure out why. Draco… It suited him well; he looked like a Draco.
“Hermione… is that my name?” I quietly asked, and Draco nodded to confirm it. The redhead joined him at my bed.
“Do you remember me?” he asked, I studied him closely, trying my hardest to remember him… well, remember anything. But I ended up shaking my head. I had no clue who he was.
“Weasley you’re an idiot. You have erased her memory completely!” Draco yelled at the redhead. What did he mean? Erased my mind? I was so confused.
“I didn’t mean to! Believe me, I wish I hadn’t! This was never my intention.” Said the redhead.
“Hey, Ron. It’ll be okay. We just need to make her remember everything again.” The girl said, the green-eyed boy and herself had moved towards my bed as well. She looked at me with a small smile, “Hermione, I know you probably don’t remember me either. I’m Ginny though, Ron’s sister. And this is Harry.” She said and gestured first at the redhead and then at the boy with the black messy hair, “Do you remember anything?” she continued. I closed my eyes and brought my hands to my head, I began to massage my temples as I concentrated on remembering.
“I can feel something lurking in the back of my mind. I just can’t figure it out. It's like its locked away, and I can’t reach it.” I mumbled, and opened my eyes again, “I’m sorry I can’t remember any of you. I wish I could.” Draco looked at the others.
“Can I talk to Hermione in private?” he asked, the girl nodded and dragged the dark-haired boy with her without another word. The redhead, Ron was his name I think, stayed. “Seriously Weasley? You won’t even let me be alone with her?” Draco asked.
Ron sighed, “I don’t trust you Malfoy.” Draco let out a short laugh.
“You don’t trust me? I was the one making the wrong choice of trusting you. If I hadn’t let her meet up with you, we wouldn’t have been in this mess!” he sneered, Ron looked at me.
“Fine then. I'll leave. But not for long though, I'll go get McGonagall so she can come look at her.” He said and nodded towards me. Draco didn’t reply, he just nodded in agreement and then Ron left the room. I looked at the blonde.
“Do you really not remember anything at all?” he asked as he sat down on a chair next to my bed. I shook my head. “So you really have no clue who I am?” he continued.
“I’m sorry, but no. I don’t know who you are.” I said, “Please tell me.” Draco smiled at me; he had a really nice smile. I couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“Sure. Well, we were actually kind of dating before you lost your memory. Before you and I began dating, you were Weasleys’ girlfriend. But he cheated on you. That’s why you broke up with him. He, obviously, hasn’t gotten over you, so he tried to erase your memory of seeing him kiss his ex-girlfriend. But he messed up the spell, and accidently erased your memory completely.” Draco explained. Wait, what… spell? What was this?
“You said he messed up a spell? What do you mean by that?” I asked, confused.
“Are you kidding me? Did you seriously forget everything?” he said incredulously, I just looked at him without saying anything, “Hermione, you’re a witch.” He said.
I burst out laughing, “A witch? You must be joking! Magic doesn’t exist!” Dracos’ eyes widened and his jaw dropped.
“Do you want me to prove it?”
I raised my eyebrows at him in doubt, and then cocked my head to the side, “Sure. Go for it.” I laughed.
DRACO’S POV
I couldn’t believe her memory was gone. Everything. She couldn’t even remember about magic! I slowly took out my wand.
“Seriously? You carry a stick with you? You really believe you’re a wizard, don’t you?” she mocked. I sighed.
“Orchideous.” I said clearly, and a bouquet of flowers appeared in my hand, Hermione’s eyes widened. She was quiet for a few seconds, before clearing her throat.
“Wow…” she finally said, I gave her the flowers. She brought them to her face and smelled them. Her eyes found mine and I winked at her. She immediately blushed. It was nice to know I had that effect on her, even though she didn’t know me. “So you said we’re dating?” she asked. I felt a grin spread on my face.
“Yeah. We were best friends when we were kids, but then several years went by without us talking. It wasn’t until we began school this year we started talking again. We share a common room because we’re both Head Prefects. Through the last few months we have been getting closer.” I explained. She leaned forward, closer to me.
“How close?” she whispered. I made me breathless, having her so near. She was teasing me. Unknowingly. I tried to hide my speechlessness. She just cocked her head to the side, and stared at me with her big, beautiful, brown eyes.
“I think…” I began, but I had to stop and take a deep breath. I couldn’t believe I was about to tell her this! “I think I’m in love with you.” Her eyes widened.
“What?” she said, but it was so quiet I almost couldn’t hear it. I sighed and took her hand.
“Hermione, I love you. You might not remember me, but if you want to get to know me again, I’m here. I'll wait.” I said. She closed her eyes and stayed quiet for a minute or so.
“I’m trying,” she said and sighed, “I’m really trying to remember. I want to remember you. When I saw you right after waking up, my mind was completely blank. Nothing was there. But I looked into your eyes and I felt something tugging in the back of my mind. It was like I knew you, I just didn’t know wherefrom or how. I was sure I had never seen you before. Yet I still felt a connection.” She gushed. Warmth spread through me, it tingled in my hand where hers touched mine. I smiled at her.
This was the moment McGonagall decided to burst through the doors. Weasley, Potter and girl-Weasley followed her.
“Miss Granger! How are you feeling?” asked the professor. Hermione looked questioningly at me, as if to ask if it was her McGonagall was talking to. I nodded.
“I’m… good. I guess.” She reluctantly said. McGonagall pushed me away from her and took my seat instead. Hermione looked frightened. I would be too. The professor could be a little scary, and Hermione didn’t even know her.
“Tell me what you remember.” Said McGonagall.
“Nothing.” Was Hermiones answer, “I didn’t even remember I was a witch. Draco told me about that.” She continued and smiled gratefully at me, “But I still don’t remember anything. I’m sorry.”
McGonagall smiled sadly, “Don’t apologize dear. It’s not your fault.” She shot an angry glance towards Weasley; I couldn’t help but snigger a little. This earned me angry looks from the two Weasleys and Potter.
“I’m sorry to say this, but you will have to be transferred to St. Mungos. We need Healers to take good care of you, until you have learned everything you used to know. I will have Mr Potter and Mr Weasley bring your stuff. They will stay with you. I believe they know you better than anyone, and they are both moving to London as well. So they are both able to stay with you most of the time.” She continued.
“What? What about me?” I yelled furiously. McGonagall looked surprised.
“What do you mean by that Mr Malfoy?” she asked.
“She’s my girlfriend. I have known her just as long those two.” I said angrily and pointed at the two boys, “We were best friends once.” I continued, quieter this time.
“You will of course, be allowed to visit Miss Granger, but she will need these two more than you. And we need you here Mr Malfoy.” Explained the professor, her words made me so mad. How could Hermione possibly need Potter and Weaselbee more than me?
“Excuse me,” said Hermione suddenly, we all turned to look at her. She looked so small and fragile as she sat in the bed, covered in blankets, “If it’s not too much trouble, I’d like to have Draco with me. I told him this before you came, but it’s like I have this connection to him. I feel like I’m very close to remembering him.” She said quietly.
“That is great Miss Granger, but I really can’t let Mr Malfoy leave the school for long. He can go with you today and stay the night. But he has to get back to school first thing tomorrow morning. Mr Weasley and Mr Potter will arrive in the morning with your things.” McGonagall said tiredly. Hermione nodded at this, and I went a long with it. It seemed to be the only thing I could do. I realized I didn’t have a say in this matter. The professor looked at me.
“I will set up a portkey in my office. Make sure to be there in half an hour. My password is ‘Choco-loco’.” She said and the left the hospital wing. Weasley and Potter looked at me.
“Don’t worry guys. I'll take good care of her until you get to St. Mungos.” I reassured them. They looked at each other.
“Guys. I think you should trust him.” Said the Weasley girl, “I think he cares about her more than he leads on. But come on. Let’s leave them.” She continued and then began dragging Potter towards the doors. Weasley stayed in place. We locked eyes. His were filled with mixed emotions. Love, hatred, jealousy, concern… I like to believe I was wearing my best sincere expression. After a minute or so, he turned around and followed Potter and his sister out the door, closing it behind him. I went to sit down next Hermione again.
“We only have until tomorrow together.” She said. She looked sad, but I didn’t really understand it. She didn’t know me anymore, why would she be sad about not being with me. I stroked her cheek and she flushed lightly.
“It will be okay.” I said while pulling out my wand. I was going to summon some of her clothes. She was still wearing her clothes from two days ago when she was hit with the spell. “Accio Hermiones’ clothes.” I murmured and through the window closet to us flew a mass of fabric. She stared at me with an open mouth and a look of wonder on her face. I smiled and folded out the clothes. It was a pair of blue jeans and a dark red t-shirt. She slowly crawled out of bed and began changing. Right in front of me. Not caring that I was watching her. I felt bad about it though. I wasn’t going to just sit and stare at her, so I turned around to look the other way.
“Draco. You can look if you want. If we’re dating I don’t think I have anything to hide from you.” I heard her say. Reluctantly I turned around again. The sight that met me was incredible. She was standing in front of me in only a bra and her panties. I swallowed. It was the first time I had seen her in her underwear. Sure I had slept in her bed with her, but she was always wearing her pyjamas. She was gorgeous. I had to fight the urge to just grab her and snog her thoroughly right there, but I didn’t want to frighten her. I looked at her face. She was smiling slightly at me.
“You should get dressed.” I finally managed to say, she took the jeans and put them on. While she did this I noticed something on her left wrist. After she had put the t-shirt on I grabbed her arm and turned it so I could look at it. While doing this, I realized Hermione always wore long-sleeved shirts. Even her pyjamas had long sleeves. I hadn’t ever thought about it before, but now it made sense. She had been hiding something.
She had a horrible scar on her arm. It made me want to vomit. This scar wasn’t just a line from an old wound; this scar was the word mudblood.
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