A/N: OHHH i'm sooo mad! I had this chapter all typed out, at least 2000 words in this one chapter! I was about to press 'Save as a Draft' but then my computer crashed! The WHOLE chapter got deleted and wasn't saved!! Can you believe it? So now I have to write it all over again... so sorry if it's not as good as it could be cause i'm mad and frustrated that I have to rewrite it all over again and try to remember all the words and crap. wow. God must hate me! jk-- well, another note to all of you who are reading this and weren't able to read the original 'No Longer Just a Mudblood', this chapter should give you an idea of what happened between Hermione and Draco earlier in my story. Thanks for reading and please review.
Chap. 28 'I won't let you.'
'Draco! Draco!' Hermione cried running to his side. She threw her arms around him and cried happily, 'I'm so glad you're back!'
'Where am I?' he asked her.
'You broke your rib, you're in the hospital ward at Hogwarts!' she cried.
He smiled at her. She then realized that he hadn't touched her yet.
'Hold me Draco. Why aren't you holding me?' she asked.
Narcissa was crying as she stood behind Hermione.
'I'm sorry, you seem very nice, but I don't think I know you.' Draco said plainly.
Hermione laughed nervously.
'Draco, don't joke.' she kissed his cheek.
Draco looked at her curiously.
Narcissa shook her head sadly and said softly, 'Hermione, come here.'
Hermione just stared at Draco. Her eyes searching his. His bright blue eyes were confused, but happy.
'Draco?' Hermione asked starting to cry, 'What's wrong?'
'How do you know me?' Draco asked.
Hermione's eyes suddenly were filled with tears of hurt and anger.
'What do you mean?!' she cried.
She then put her left hand in front of his face, showing him her ring.
'What does this mean to you??' she yelled, 'You gave this to me Christmas morning! You asked me to be your's and I said yes! I'm yours, Draco, how do you not remember??'
Harry and Ginny's mouths dropped.
Draco spoke gently, 'I would have remembered asking a beautiful girl such as yourself to marry me.'
Hermione started to cry heavily. She ran to Narcissa and wrapped her arms tightly around her.
'What's wrong with him?!' she asked Narcissa crying into her shoulder.
'He doesn't remember us.'
'Yes he does! He's just messing around!' Hermione cried.
Narcissa tightened her hug around Hermione.
'No, Hermione... it's true.'
'No..no...' Hermione whispered as she hid her face in Narcissa's shoulder.
At this, Harry and Ginny walked up to Hermione.
'Hermione, we just talked to Madame Pomfrey. The oxygen that didn't get to his brain, caused the coma, while in the coma, he fell into a state of amnesia. He doesn't remember people in his life.' Harry explained quietly.
Hermione let go of Narcissa and looked at Draco, who was talking to Professor Dumbledore.
'He doesn't remember me...' Hermione sighed.
Ginny hugged Hermione.
'Ask Madame Pomfrey is there's a chance he will remember.' Ginny said. She then turned to Harry, 'C'mon Harry, let's go.'
Harry and Ginny left the room.
Hermione walked over to Draco.
'Hello.' he said to her.
She tried to smile at him, but tears leaked out. 'How can you not remember me?' she asked.
'I don't know what you're talking about. Didn't I just break my rib? I'm in a hospital, and I know done of you, but you all seem to know me. I really don't understand what is going on.'
Madame Pomfrey then walked over to Draco and she and Dumbledore explained what happened to him.
'So I was in a coma?' Draco asked, 'And you are all part of my life, but I don't remember?'
'It's alot to comprehend, Mr. Malfoy, but yes, that's what happened.' Pomfrey said.
Then Professor Snape ran into the room.
'Where is he?' he asked.
He walked over to Draco.
'Oh, good, he looks fine. Except for the scar on his face.' Snape replied when he ran up to Draco.
Draco's eyes were glossy. He was upset at the fact he knew all the people, but couldn't remember them.
'Who are you?' Draco asked quietly.
'What?' Snape asked confused. He then turned to Dumbledore for answers.
'His coma, caused amnesia.' Dumbledore replied, 'He doesn't remember anyone.'
'Merlin..' Snape sighed. He turned to Draco, 'What do you remember?'
'Lots. You actually look a little familar.' Draco said, his eyes lighting up a little.
'I am your Advanced Potions teacher, Double Potions, as it's also known. My name is Professor Severus Snape.' Snape said hopeful.
'Potions...ah yes, one of my favorite classes. I'm good at potions. I also remember I like DADA.' Draco said.
Hermione smiled at this, remembering Miss Carleigh.
'There must be a cure, right?' Snape asked Pomfrey.
'Well, for amnesia cases, some times, rarely, people will have stored certain memories deep in their minds. If they can find those memories, it can trigger the rest of their memories. Only a very strong person, with a strong mind, can do this. It's very rare. It was a miracle young Mr. Malfoy even woke up this fast. I'm unfortunately doubtful of him being strong enough to bring out those memories, if he stored them at all.' Pomfrey explained sadly.
Hermione looked at Draco.
There's a chance. she thought optimistically.
Snape then ran off to do research on amnesia and possible wizarding cures.
Narcissa started to cry again.
Draco saw the pretty, blonde older lady.
'She looks familar.' Draco said, 'Why is she crying?'
Something in Draco caused him to feel for the woman. His felt like he needed to cry, watching her cry.
Narcissa walked over to Draco.
'I look familar?' she asked.
Pomfrey then started to speak.
'You, my dear, look like him. That's why you look familar, he knows what he looks like.'
'No.' Draco replied, 'That's not it. I've seen you before.'
Narcissa smiled, and cried happily. She took his hand and kissed it.
'Please remember.' she said quietly.
She then got up, let go of Draco's hand, and walked out.
'I'm so confused.' Draco said to himself.
Dumbledore leaned down to Draco, 'Don't worry, Mr. Malfoy. Things with you usually have a way of working out. Your friends and family will still be with you, even if you don't remember them.'
Draco nodded, and Dumbledore left the room.
Hermione stood aways from Draco watching him. Draco looked at her.
'Come here.' he said.
She stood still for a few seconds and then walked over to him.
'You look so sad. I'm sorry, for everything i've caused. I've made many people sad.' he said, almost angrily.
She looked at his scar.
'Do you remember your father?' she asked.
'No, but I guess that's good from what I hear.'
Madame Pomfrey then walked up to them.
'Mr. Malfoy, you should probably get some sleep.'
He looked at her strangely.
'Excuse me, Madame Pomfrey, but I just got out of a coma. I think i'm good on sleep at the moment.' he smirked.
'Too bad he didn't forget his know-it-all attitude.' Madame Pomfrey said aloud, half-kidding. She smiled and nodded and left the room.
Draco and Hermione were alone.
Draco then looked at Hermione. Her eyes were looking into his.
'Your eyes...' he sighed.
'We used to stare into each other's eyes so...so...' she started to cry again.
He grabbed her hand gently.
'So?'
'So we wouldn't forget the way we looked at that moment. And now...you don't remember. You forgot, Draco. You forgot...'
He sat up, and she sat down on the bed.
'Help me remember. Tell me what happened to us, before I went into the coma.'
'We used to hate each other.' she said.
'Hate you? How could I hate you?' he asked.
'I was born from muggle parents. You used to call me a mudblood. From our first year, to the beginning of this year, our last, we hated each other.'
'Oh. Muggles. Yes, I remember I used to harass people, like you, I guess. I'm sorry. Then what happened that made us change?' he asked.
'One night your father came to take you to the Dark Lord. He-who-must-not- be-named. He put you into the Crutacious Curse and I heard you and your mother scream, so I came to see what was going on.'
'My mother?'
'She was the blonde woman in here, earlier, Draco. She's so wonderful.'
'That woman was my mother? I didn't even remember my mother...' he said sadly.
'I walked into your room, you were shaking on the ground. You were such a frightening sight, you scared me so much. I looked and saw your mother on the floor... I unarmed your father and he took your mother and left.'
'You saved me?'
'I did what was right. I was just there at the right time. From then on, we were friends. We realized we didn't have to hate each other anymore.'
'I don't know how I could ever hate you. Why did we hate each other?'
'I have muggle parents. You called me a mudblood from our first year up until the beginning of this year, our last. I hated you because you were cruel to me and my friends, and you had a big head... you still do.' she smiled.
'I'm sorry. I remembering harassing muggle-borns. I don't care anymore, thankfully I matured.' Draco said, 'Tell me more.'
'After we became friends, we kept having to explain ourselves to Harry and Ron. They are my best friends. You hated them, now you just think they get in our way.' she smiled, 'Harry and Ron are very protective of me. They didn't like the fact that we became friends. And then it got worse when you asked me to the Christmas Ball.'
'We went to a dance together?'
'Yeah, but we almost didn't. I thought you were fooling around with a girl named Lana Triton. I got mad, mostly at myself, and decided to cancel our dance date. We didn't talk to each other for awhile. Then one day I went into my room to see dozens of roses and lit candles. You were there with more flowers, explaining to me what really happened between you and Lana. Then you asked me again to the ball. I said yes...again.' she smiled. 'What was the dance like?'
'Oh, Draco, you looked so handsome. You had a white and black tux, but your tie, cundberbun and cufflinks were silver.'
'I'm sure you looked better than me.' he smirked, 'Maybe not. I do look good, especially when I try.'
'That was so a Draco Malfoy quote.' she laughed, 'But you did look very nice.'
'And you? Seriously, I can't imagine that you weren't the most gorgeous there.' he said seriously.
She stared at him.
'My dress was white...it was pretty. I liked it alot.'
'I wish I could remember what you looked like.' he sighed.
'Come with me.' Hermione said quietly.
'Where?'
'Just follow me.'
He nodded as she got off the bed, she grabbed his hand and took him upstairs sneakily.
They entered their dormitories, through the portrait.
'This is where we live during the school year, because we're head boy and girl.'
Draco then sat down on a couch as Hermione went into her room. She came back with a white dress.
'This is what I wore to the dance.' Hermione said walking over to him with the dress. 'We had so much fun that night.'
'That dress must have looked beautiful on you.' Draco said smiling.
Hermione set the dress on a hanger on her door. She then sat down on the couch, but not too close to Draco.
'Thank you.' she replied, 'We danced forever, it seemed. You were such a good dancer. We danced slow and fast...it was delightful.' she smiled.
'I wish I could remember, I really do. What happened then?' 'We watched Blaise, your best friend, snog his girlfriend, Destiny in the corner of the room. That was funny.'
'Blaise?'
'Yea, Blaise Zambini. He helped us realized we liked each other actually. He's a pretty cool guy, actually. The only other Slytherin I talked to, besides you. Blaise is going out with a pretty French girl, Destiny.'
'French, eh?'
'Yes, Draco, French. What is it with guys and French girls?' she asked.
'I don't know. Nothing I guess. It just sounds cool.' he laughed.
'Oh well, we watched them and then got tired of dancing.'
'What did we do then?'
'Umm...'
Draco noticed the pretty Hermione's faced blushed and she crossed her legs.
'You look uncomfortable.' Draco commented. 'What did we do?'
'We did something...something bad...but good.'
Draco looked into her eyes anxiously.
'Did we--??'
She looked back at him and nodded embarrassed.
'How was I?' he asked, raised eyebrow.
She laughed nervously.
'Of course you ask that.' she smiled.
'I mean, I know I was good, but I just want to hear you say it.' he said smirking.
'You are so cocky.' she giggled, 'But yes, you were wonderful.'
'I can't believe I got to fuck you.' he said bluntly.
Her eyes widened in shock. 'What?' he asked.
'I dunno. You've never called it that before. It sounds...rude, I dunno. Not how I would have said it I guess.' she said disappointed.
'I'm sorry. What would you call it?'
'I dunno.' she said lying, 'Never mind. It's awkward.'
'How? You made love to me and now you won't talk about it.'
'That was better.' she smiled.
'What? Oh...making love?'
'Yes.' she said nervously.
'What else happened between us.'
'Well, a week later we went to Hogsmeade for Christmas Eve, which was your idea, which everyone loved. We went on sleigh rides, had a fancy dinner in which you looked great again, and slept over at the Country Club where the Tree is.'
'I looked great again?'
'Yeah...I almost fell over when you turned around...' Hermione said looking off, thinking about him that night.
'And you?'
'I wore a blue dress, the same as your eyes. You said you liked it cause you could see down my dress you dirty perv.' she smiled.
'We had fun then?'
'Yes, lots. That night was fun, too.'
'I'm sure it was.' he said happily, 'I never would have thought that someone like you would be with me. You seem so innocent, and sweet.'
'I used to be.' she smiled, 'Until I met you.'
'Ahh...well then. I'm glad it was me you brought that bad girl out in you.' he smirked proudly, 'What happened then?'
'We went down to watch the Tree light up at midnight. I was beautiful. We then exchanged gifts.' She looked down at her ring. Her eyes got teary and then she brought her hands up to her face and started to cry.
'What's wrong?' he asked.
'You, asked to exchange gifts...in our room, so we did.' she said quietly, as she cried, 'You said the most beautiful things to me, Draco.' She tried to stop her crying, but it wasn't working, she kept going. 'You asked me to be yours, I said yes. You promised you always be with me, always remember our times together...and now...and now you don't even know me.' She was crying uncontrollably.
He shook his head, and his heart ached at the pain she was in. He caressed her hair.
'Please don't cry.' he said, 'I'm sorry i've cause so much pain, for you, for everyone. I don't know why God had this happen to me. I pray he lets me remember everything, especially you.'
She looked up at him. Her eyes were red, her faced streaked with tears, but she was still beautiful. She nodded.
'I'm sorry.' she whispered, 'It's not your fault. I know it sounds like i'm blaming you, but I know you can't help it. It's just that you and I, we are supposed to get married and you don't remember me, you don't know me.'
He took her hands.
'Help me remember. Madame Pomfrey said there might be a chance.'
Hermione sadly shook her head.
'No, she said it was a miracle that you even woke up this early, she pretty much said there is no chance for you to remember...'
He shook his head.
'No. I will remember.'
She pulled her hands away and took her ring off and gave it to him.
'I won't stop you from living a life. You are wonderful Draco, but you don't remember me, you need to live a new life. Our year is almost over, we can't just start over.' She said crying. She stood up and walked over to face a wall. She was crying, and barely breathing from the pain in her chest.
Draco looked down at the ring. He walked up to her.
'I can learn to love you. I once did, I must have loved you so much, I can do it again.' 'No.' she said turning around, 'I can't. I can't watch you try to love me. I can't stand there, forcing you to fall back in love with me. With your ring on my finger. You'd be engaged to a girl you don't even know.'
He put his hands to her hands, covering her face. She threw his hands away and walked back to the couch. He stood at the wall.
'I loved you so much.' she said, 'I still do. I've never loved anyone as much as you. That's why I won't let you sit and force yourself to be with me.'
'You wouldn't be forcing me.' he said.
'I--I love you, I can't.' she said.
She shook her head violently and ran into her room. He put his ear to the door and heard her crying. Tears filled his eyes and walked back to the couch. And laid there, trying to remember. He couldn't. He didn't love her. But he did once. He prayed to God to remember her. He tried to remember, but he couldn't. He cried silently at the pain of not remembering. He cried realizing how much pain he was putting many others through.
A/N: Please don't hate me. I know I know. He doesn't remember his love, his fiancée, his baby. It'll get better...hopefully. PLEASE REVIEW! Ever since I had to change my name and story title, the people who were reading my story from the beginning up until the change, haven't been reviewing. I emailed most of you, I hope you found my story! Please review.
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