Hey guys! Its chapter 3!

Enjoy!

"Were we friends?", Hermione gulped, silently wishing that they were, thought she didn't know why. The boys cold eyes pierced through her, and she felt as though maybe he might be able to help her find out who she was.

Harry looked at Ron and nodded.

"No. You guys weren't very close.", Ron said, not looking at her. She felt like they were hiding something from her, but how would she know? She couldn't remember the boy at all. She chose to trust the boys, for she knew that she was once friends with them.

She kept sneaking peaks at the boy, who didn't look at her way again, instead focusing on his food with a look of distaste plastered on his face. She watched him stand and leave the room, looking back only for a second and catching her eye. He looked like he was in such pain, as though he were longing for something that was dead. Something he could never have.

After leaving the Great Hall, Draco rushed to the Slytherin dormitory, wanting nothing more than to punch Weasel in the face for lying about his relationship with Hermione. The charm he had placed on himself was successful, he could here every word that they were saying. The quiet seemed to take over him as he collapsed onto one of the green couches, remembering the times he had held Hermione and waited for the day for her to hold him back. Sighing, he closed his eyes, and wished for nightmares, because all his dreams included the one brown haired witch that he would never have.

Days passed, then weeks, and then months, and Hermione still could not place the mysterious boy. She had tried seeking him out, but he evaded her every move. Christmas was approaching, and she chose to stay at Hogwarts. She wasn't ready to face her parents, what if they didn't like this new her?

This year was special, it was the year of the TriWizard Tournament. Harry had been chosen, which was a surprise to everyone. Some people were angry, some were confused, and some were just disgusted. Hermione was part of the confused crowd. A spiteful article written by Rita Skeeter had made it seem like she and Harry were in love, and that she was playing with his feelings and Viktor Krums, who had asked her to the Yule Ball. She had accepted, she really did like Viktor, he was sweet and kind.

Ron was angry with her for accepting, and she was angry with him for being such a bloody fool and not asking her himself. Hermione sighed and for the millionth time she wished to regain her memory, but so far nothing came of it.

The library was quiet as Hermione looked at the shelves longingly. She looked down at the essay she was supposed to be writing for Potions. Key word: supposed. She hadn't even started, and it was due in less than a week.

Draco picked a book off the shelf and looked around, he heard someone grumbling and was curious as to who was at the library this late, normally he was the only one that came here around this time. He came upon a baffled and clearly annoyed Hermione, who, to his annoyance, looked up before he could walk away, catching him in his spying.

"My name is Hermione.", she chirped, looking at him peculiarly.

"Umm. Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.", he stuttered.

"I heard that we used to be in the same house.", she drawled. Hermione had been wanting to talk to this boy since her first day in the Great Hall, his avoiding her had only made her crave it even more. He must know something about her, about how she was.

"Yeah, we were.", he answered stiffly, earning a frown from Hermione.

"Were we close?", she whispered, feeling that it was true, but uncertain of her words at the same time.

Draco looked everywhere but her face, "No."

She saw through his lie and sighed. Was he ashamed of her? Because she was a Gryffindor now?

"Do you know what I was like at least?"

He pondered this, and answered her honestly, "You were the sweetest Slytherin I had ever met."

She looked up at him and smiled. It hurt Hermione more than she was willing to admit that she couldn't remember anything about how she was. Some students looked at her with hate in their eyes, and she would never know what she did to put it there.

"If you'd like, you could join me.", Hermione gestured to a table a few steps away, "I'd like to talk to you some more.".

"I suppose that would be acceptable.", Draco mutter, pulling out a chair and taking a seat. Hermione followed suit and set her bag on the ground, pulling out some parchment, a quill, and some ink.

"Do you know what my favorite subject was?", Hermione said rather suddenly.

"Arithmancy.", Draco answered matter o' factly, only furthering Hermione's suspicions. He had known her, and she assumed they were close. Not ever Harry had known what her favorite class was. She dipped her quill in her ink and a small smile made its way onto her face. She rather liked talking to Draco.

"How are you liking Hogwarts?", Draco mused, fighting the urge to take her hand in his own.

"I wish I had never lost my memory, these last few months have been nothing but hard work and frustration.", she spit out, happy to have someone to confide in. She trusted the boy, because even though she knew it shouldn't, it felt like they had known each other for years rather than minutes on her part.

"I suppose helping Potter and Weasel would get tiring, and then theres your boyfriend.", Draco couldn't help but sneer. He had been her friend and confidant for years and Krum got her in less than a few months.

"Who's my boyfriend?", Hermione squeaked. She wasn't seeing anyone, and if he was referring to Viktor, they were only friends.

"Well Krum of course. He's been talking about taking you to the ball for weeks."

"Viktor is nothing more than a friend, that I can assure you of.", Hermione said cooly. Her feelings for Viktor were far from romantic. She blushed when she saw Draco's sneer turn into a smirk. He was clearly pleased.

"Are you really muggle born?", the question burst out of Draco's mouth, he hadn't meant to ask it, or at least not for quite some while.

"Yes. I am, what does it matter?", she asked him shyly.

Draco had forgotten for a moment that her memory had been erased. She didn't remember the prejudices and how she would never be accepted by any respectable pure blood families.

Thats how you got into this situation, Hermione. You're a muggle born, I'm a pure blood, and my father is a selfish bastard. Draco thought to himself, looking over at Hermione and putting on a fake smile.

"It doesn't matter at all. I was just curious.", he stood and looked down at her, "Now, if you'll excuse me, Im expected back in the Slytherin common room soon."

With a wave of his hand, he turned around and briskly walked away, not looking back to see whether or not she waved back.

Hermione set down her quill and stared off in the direction that he left. She already missed the strange Slytherin.

I hope you liked this chapter, and please check out my other story Quite the Contrary! I'm currently going through and editing it, but I try to update as much as I can.

As always, please review. I want to know what everyone out there is thinking. :)

Thank you for reading!