Gaining Memories

A/N: Since my good ol' computer crashed about a month or two ago, all my files have vanished, leaving me with not even a back-up from all my other stories. This saddens me, 'cause I already had a few chapters done for Profiler, and now I have to rewrite it. Well, I hope this new story will make you all happy! Me and my new idea's ...

Author: BabyPan

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Wonderful JK Rowling does, congrats to her.

Summery: After an incident playing Quidditch, Draco Malfoy loses his memory ... but also gains a new memory. He thinks Ginny Weasley is his girlfriend, now how did that happen?

Trying to find the magic, trying to write a classic


A sixteen year old boy with blond hair in green Quidditch robes was running down a corridor, a Nimbus 2001 hung over his shoulder. His pointy white face was in an expression that clearly stated; He was late.

"Blast it," he cursed under his breath and rounded a corner. "Bloody Pansy, I knew I shouldn't trust her when I told her to get my timetable for Quidditch practice!"

Finally, after testing his ability's to run as fast as he could, he reached the Quidditch pitch. Strangely, instead of seeing the normal green Quidditch robes, he saw there was a tangle of red in it too. He scowled and stepped onto the field, immediately getting attacked by questions.

"Merlin, where have you been Draco!?" yelled Marcus Flint at the blond boy.

"Ask Parkinson," he barked back and kept walking towards the middle of the pitch, where all the players were standing. His grey eyes traveled across the field and spotted two big lumps in green. Even Crabbe and Goyle were on time, and that is saying something.

"Well well, if it isn't goody-two-shoes Pothead," he drawled as he came closer, eye locked with a certain boy with messy black hair and green eyes.

"Malfoy, send your team back. We were here first," Harry Potter said in a deep serious voice, glaring back at Draco Malfoy.

Draco rolled his eyes at the sky. "Just because you were here first, doesn't mean you booked the pitch for today. Flint, let them see."

Marcus Flint smirked and pulled out a small paper from his robes. He showed it to Potter. Suddenly, a redheaded girl who was reading with Potter came in front and started glaring at Draco.

"You little cockroach! You know we practice on this time of day every week, that's why you let Snape gave you permission to use the pitch!" the fiery little girl said at him, poking out her index finger and giving him a death glare.

Draco smirked at the member of the Weasley clan. "That's why I'm a Slytherin, and you're a Gryffindor," he simply stated, waving his hand at her as if to dismiss her.

He turned around to start his practice but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Weasley girl turning red and leaping at him. She jumped on him, grabbing his arms and took them both to the ground. His arms were now tied on his back and the little redhead was sitting on him.

Draco let out a muffled 'ouch' and tried to not get his perfectly washed blond hair in the mud.

"Now where's your big mouth, Malfoy?" the girl asked, pulling his arms more together to make him suffer in pain.

Draco pulled his head up a little and turned to try and look at the girl. "My my Weasley, never knew you were this 'jumpy'," he retorted. "Whom do I look like to you, your boyfriend? Well, I guess if Pothead over there ignores you for 5 years, I think you have the right to lose your mind."

He was rewarded by a smack on his cheek. His cheek tingled where the feisty girl had hit him in the face, the spot now turning a nice shade of red. Finally, his team pulled Weasley off of him and he quickly stood up, rubbing his cheek.

"Leave him, Ginny. He's not worth it, although that smack you gave him, that was classic!" Ron Weasley said while holding down his sister.

Draco smirked at the girl who's head was now very red and ready to bite him if he turned his back on her.

"Yes, Ginny, go and hide with your other Gryffindor arses, maybe Pothead will finally notice you with that big red head you got there," he couldn't help but spat at her. It brought him great joy to see both Weasleys and Potter turn red.

"Come on guys, let's go." Said one of the other team members, and the Gryffindor team finally left the pitch. Only the Weasley girl trailed behind, and when they were out of reach, she stuck out her tongue at him. Draco cocked his eyebrows at her and shrugged it off.

"Okay guys, time to practice!" Called out Flint. Draco took his broom that was lying carelessly on the ground after the Weasley had leaped on him and threw his leg over it. Flint let the bludgers go and Draco took off in the sky.

Even though his Nimbus 2001 wasn't the newest of the brooms, like Potter had, his broom could fly really well and make great turns. The wind blew in his face, making his hair go in every direction.

"Goyle!" he heard Flint yell in the opposite direction. "You're supposed to hit the bludgers away from the team, not slam them right into our heads!"

Draco smiled at the comment Flint made, this was just another typical Quidditch practice. Fight the Gryffindors and scare them away from the pitch, practice while Grabbe and Goyle injure at least one member of his team. He zigzagged between the goals of the Quidditch pit and looked for the golden snitch. When something small flew just above his face, he thought it was the snitch. Unfortunately, when he rose to look around for the thing, he heard Flint yelling at Goyle again for hitting the bludger at the team, just his bad luck the victim was him. The dangerously red bludger came hurling towards his head and hit him square in his face.

The last thing he remembered was being thrown of his broom.


"Oh this is good, come quickly everyone who hates Malfoy!" Ron Weasley yelled in the Gryffindor common room, still wearing his Quidditch robes.

Ginny Weasley looked up from the her seat and raised an eyebrow at her brother. What in the world was he babbling about. She pulled out her boots and threw them carelessly away.

"What's the matter?" she asked, standing up and walking towards Ron. He had this freaky cheeky smile on his face that reached his ears.

"I heared Malfoy has been knocked from his broom by a bludger! Now he is some bloody pulp that is taking care of in the Hospital Wing." Ron beamed and quickly yelled to everybody that was in the common room to go to the Hospital Wing.

"Maybe he's faking it, making it seem worse like he always does," Ginny shrugged but decided to go anyway, but not before putting some shoes on.

"Come on Ginny, this is going to be so much fun to laugh in Malfoy's face. Shows him for stealing our Quidditch pit," Harry said and pulled Ginny with him.

It was like some sort of get together from the Gryffindors 5th year and above. They marched down to the Hospital Wing, only to be shooed out of it by Pomfrey. All Gryffindors were let down and got back to Gryffindor tower, but missed a redheaded girl.

Ginny had stayed behind and was trying to see through the glass in the door. Alas, she could only see one bed, but it was empty. She sighed and made a move to leave but was stopped when the doors opened. Madame Pomfrey stepped outside and sighed at the girl.

"Okay, you can come in Miss Weasley, but only you."

Ginny made a little squeal and jumped into the Hospital Wing. She followed Pomfrey to the bed Malfoy was in. Pomfrey left a glass with some sort of potion at his nightstand and left Ginny alone with Malfoy.

"I so wish I had a camera," Ginny spoke out loud and grinned and Malfoy. His forehead was wrapped in bandage, bruises all over his face, his blond hair now covered in dirt and mud while it hang loosely over the bandage. Ginny looked at his state and thought of how pathetic he looked like.

Then, he moved. He was squeezing his eyes shut and was turning over. Ginny, who was sitting on his bed, quickly jumped off of it and stared in shock at Malfoy. She could not handle a Malfoy just on her own. His left eye opened up a little.

Oh Merlin. It's awake.

She saw the grey looking right at her.

"Gin?" she heard him softly whisper before passing out.

Ginny was freaked out that he called her 'Gin' and fled the Hospital Wing for the Gryffindor common room. She did not tell anyone about her visit to Malfoy. It just kept her wondering, why would Draco Malfoy who always called her Weasley or weasel call her Gin?

The girl just shrugged it off and pulled out the rest of her Quidditch uniform. She took a hot shower and got to bed, un aware things that are about to change.