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Making Her Remember

By: Anonymous-139

Chapter One

Memories

Recap: Hermione and Draco have had a fling, slowly falling in love with each other. Little did they know that they were apart of a plan to take Hermione and Draco's future son and infuse him with Voldemort, making him the next Dark Lord. The plans were thwarted and Hermione's daughter, twin to her son, died and broke their relationship. Draco cheated on her before the death of her daughter, causing Hermione severe emotional pain. Little did she know that her son was protected from the fall that killed her daughter and continued growing inside her at double speed. At the end of her pregnancy, Lenora, the master mind of this while plan, kidnapped Hermione and forced to have her baby on deatheater territory only to have him taken away and awaited to give him the dark mark. Hermione, now filled with motherly love, killed Lenora in a duel and took her baby back and ran for her life, hiding away in a dingy cave off the side of a cliff, deatheaters close behind her. Draco, oblivious to all of this, was too late. With two dead children, a missing lover and a broken heart, Draco retreats back to an old 'friend' while Hermione remains in hiding fighting for her life.

I woke up to the sound of muffled cries and sobs. I sat up and blinked a few times as I looked around my room. I ran a hand through my platinum blonde hair that was flat on one side as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and my face of the wrinkle creases. My walls were covered in posters if quidditch players and places mum and I have been. The window curtains billowed in the spring breeze that rushed through the room, heavily coated in the scent of sweet roses that lie around the house. There it was again. Quiets sniffles. Wearing only boxers, I grabbed some sweat pants and a large shirt as I stuck my head into the hall, listening for them again. I've heard these cries for as long as I can remember. She did it every night, but tonight, they were loud enough to wake me from my sleep. Sometimes, I even think that they were because of me. It pained me to hear her weep and shed tears of sadness for them. The very thought of their existence made my blood boil. How could they? How could they turn their backs on someone that they love? Hearing them again, I followed it to her room. Shoulders shaking uncontrollably, crying into her hands, she sat huddled on the floor, a piece of parchment lying by her side.

"Mum?"

"Oh Merlin! You scared me! What are you doing up?" she asked hurriedly, wiping her tears, putting on a fake smile.

"I heard you crying. Is this the reason for your tears?" I questioned, holding up the piece of parchment.

I skimmed it quickly, dodging her attempts to snatch it from my hands.

Dear witch or wizard,

I'm sure you have heard of me, Draco Malfoy. I am extremely happy to announce my engagement to Cecil Langd. You are personally invited by Cecil and I to attend the ceremony. We are both madly in love and we would greatly enjoy it if you were to attend so that we may share our love with you. The wedding is will be held May 24th, two weeks from now. It will begin at five and end at nine. It will be held at my manor. Please RSVP by the end of this week. Send back your name and an additional name of one quest that you choose, if you choose. Space is limited to two hundred quests.

Madly in love,

Draco and Cecil.

"Oh mum, I'm so sorry."

I embraced her in a tight hug, allowing her to cry into my shoulder.

I hate him…He's going to pay for the pain he caused her…they all will.

"What's that?" I asked, staring curiously at a small brown box half hidden by her closet door.

"Oh, just a box of old momentums I keep. For memories.

"May I have a look?"

"Sure. You know everything anyways."

I smiled slightly before heaving out the tiny box filled with scattered pieces of parchment. I sighed as I sat down, getting ready for a new scavenger hunt.

"Anything in here is should know about?"

"Nothing that I'm not afraid of letting you know about." She called from her bathroom.

I smiled inwardly at her confidence in me. One of the things I loved about my mother is how she would never hide anything from me, how she trusted me with all of her secrets. When I asked her why she told me everything, some things too mature for my age, but she said that she had nothing to hide. She also said that she had already paid the price from hiding secrets from those she loved, but she didn't regret anything, not even the loss of everything important to her.

I fumbled through the random newspaper clippings and yellowing parchment. I sighed and ran another hand through my hair once more before grabbing the first piece of paper: The Daily Prophet.

The Heir to a Legacy By: Rita Skeeter

Harry Potter, recent graduate from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and now the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, has just received a set of twins. A bustling boy and a gorgeous girl! Married to Parvati Patil, their babies' names are reported to be Jillian and Ryan. When asked if the world was to expect more children from the famous survivor and his spouse, he simply quietly declined to answer.

I scoffed and tossed it aside and picked up the next piece parchment which again happened to be an old newspaper clipping. This one had a picture of a young man with fiery red hair, smiling broadly, leading a woman with a large belly in a white wedding dress down a rice-covered path.

Another One Taken! By: Rita Skeeter

Chaser for the Chudly Cannons, Ron Weasley got wed this week to Luna Lovegood. Not only did they wed this week, they are also expecting a baby boy any minute. Not only them but their best friends Harry and lavender Potter are also expecting in a month or so. They happily gave us a quick interview before heading into a nearby fireplace.

"Congratulations you two! How's the baby?"

"Kicking like crazy! Expecting it anytime!"

"How are you two feeling?"

"We've never been happier! I mean, we've got all our friends here…we're expecting him soon…It's going great!"

"Any names in particular for the little one?"

"Yes, Ian actually. We have to go but thanks for the interview!"

They later gave birth to Ian Arthur Weasley in the Bahamas, 12 hours after their wedding. Another one taken ladies!

I rolled my eyes at the smiling man. I looked at the date…

Thirteen years ago! Merlin this is old…

At age thirteen, I should be attending Hogwarts…a third year. But I refused. Not only that but I burned the letter. There was no way in bloody hell I am going to leave my mother all alone, especially if she still felt pain and sorrow for these blokes. I tossed it aside along with another clipping claiming mum's death. Only at a crinkled, yellowed parchment did I stop.

H-

Stay where you are and hide. They are looking for you. But you have my word that I will find you soon. Don't come out. We'll find you H. Don't reply.

-Headmaster

It also was delivered thirteen years ago. Searching frantically for more, I found none. Things finally started to make sense. She told me why she cried, but I still didn't understand. My mind wheeled back to a certain memory…a day that she told me more than I could understand.

Flashback:

I was ten…young…but far too wise and mature for my age. I already had a wand and knew very advanced spells and curses…well…for my age anyways. We were running along a wide river. There was a sharp pain ripping through my side as I clutched it and ran as fast as I could beside her. We finally found a small cave hidden at the base of a cliff. Running inside and helping mum secure the entrance and exit with a series of charms and curses, I collapsed on the floor, gasping for air. When my breaths steadied did I get a good look at our current abode. It was furnished lightly but stuffed with provisions, more than enough for a year. Jars of food and jugs of water lined the walls. Three mats lay lined against the wall. Mum stood at the back, poking at the fire she managed to make.

"What is this place?"

"My safe house. No one knows where this is. Only you and I. I run here when they're hunting me."

"The deatheaters?"

"Yes."

"Why do they hunt you mummy? What did you do?"

"Because I have you and they want you."

"Me? Why?"

"Because you are a special boy. And they want to take you from me and I'm not going to let them take my son."

"Where's daddy? Why isn't here helping us?"

She hesitated. I obviously hit a soft spot of some because her eyes became distant and she turned away, hiding her face.

"Daddy…he's…he's…he's looking for us." She said, voice cracking.

"Why hasn't he found us?"

She turned to face me, eyes red and puffy. She bent down and hugged my shoulders.

"I don't know why he hasn't, Damien. All I know is he's trying. Along with all my friends. They're all looking for us."

I nodded my head. I thought it was best not to talk about such a subject. Every time I asked mummy about it, she got very sad. She stood and walked away. She sat on the edge of the small her small cot and held her face in her hands. Maybe it was just me, but I thought that it may have been me.

"Mummy?"

"Yeah?" she asked, not lifting her face from her hands.

"What did they do?"

"Who honey?"

"Your friends…and daddy. What did they do to make you cry every night?"

She lifted her head, startled. She looked at me intently with furrowed eyes.

"I don't cry every night."

"I hear you mummy. Every time I ask you about them, you start to cry. Did they hurt you?"

She sat down next to me and looked ahead. She squinted at the wall, as if to read something. She looked down at her shaking hands, which lay in her lap. I wrapped my small arms around her waist as she sobbed quietly. It was then I knew that something bad had happened. Something happened between them that caused much pain in her life. From that point, a twinge of hatred and resentment grew inside myself. Later evolving into a strong revulsion for all of them.

"Don't worry about it Damien. Just concentrate on practicing your spells." She said firmly, wiping her eyes.

I nodded as she stepped away, into the back of the cave, out of sight. I could still hear her slight sniffles…

End Flashback

Mum never really explained it to me when I was a tot. She said little bits of her past through the years, never enough to fill in the gaps. But now…it made sense why it was so painful to talk about Potter and Weasley. They moved on…they continued with their life as if she was ever even apart of it…as if she never mattered to them…and I think that's what hurt the most. To have people that you once held close to you not even think of you when you're happiest; it killed her. Whether they knew it or not, I didn't know, but what I do know is that karma has it's way of getting around.

She walked to her large glass window and inhaled the cool air sharply as she leaned against the wall, watching the little rays of pink and orange peek through the trees. The dew that lay upon the leaves glinted in the light like millions of diamonds.

"Damien, you'll be attending Hogwarts this year." She mumbled softly, sighing as she turned to face me.

"No mum. I can't leave you alone. Not yet." I responded defiantly, getting up and standing in front of her.

"Maybe I stuttered when I said it the first time so I'll say it again. You'll be attending Hogwarts this year. You'll be entering the third year since the first two letters managed to get burned to ashes. I've already received your supply list. I'm going to make some breakfast for us. We'll leave in a few hours for Diagon Alley. Here."

She handed me a long piece of parchment, the color of grain. I ripped open the seal and skimmed through the neatly written letter.

Damien

I'm sorry that you could not join our student body for your first and second year. If you choose to do so, you may enter in the third year. I am well aware of your feelings for myself and two of Hogwarts' most prized teachers and I must say that for my part, I am truly sorry that you feel that way. I am not going to try to change your feelings for I know that would be futile. Potions Master Draco Malfoy and Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Harry Potter are currently employed and are to be treated with respect from you if you are to attend. As for your feelings towards them, they will not affect the way you learn here. Please do not cause any trouble. Do not try to get expelled because I will not expel you. Do not try to run because I will find you. As for your mother and your last name, whether or not you choose to say is up to you. If you request, I will inform all the teachers to simply call you Damien. Your last name will be a secret known only by myself and others that you choose, if you choose. I hope to see you on September 1st.

Headmaster-

Albus Dumbeldore

I sat on the edge of her large, queen-sized bed. Glancing out of her side window, which was now opened, I squinted as the little rays of the morning sun peeked over the hills. Living on the outskirts of London, we had the benefit and pleasure of seeing the sunrise before anyone else could. The sky's dark hue of midnight blue was now fading away into a deep shade of magenta and orange. I let the piece of paper slip through my fingers and glide to the floor. I furrowed my eyebrows in deep thought as I ran a hand through my hair. Little did I know that someone of the same habit was also gazing at the rising sun.

-HGDM-

I ran a hand through my locks that stopped just before my eyes. Even though I had just woken up, my hair was amazingly soft and tangle-free. I couldn't be a happier man. I'm getting married to the most gorgeous, most intelligent, woman to walk this earth.

"Good morning Draco. I hope you slept well." A velvet voice said behind me lovingly as she wrapped her arms around my waist.

I turned and faced my gorgeous fiancé. She was the definition of perfection. I scanned her body, which was wrapped lightly in a sheer robe. Her violet eyes sparkled with hope and beauty. She had waist-length hair the color of the darkest night. Her hair contrasted greatly with her pale skin. She flashed me a perfect smile as I held her hand high in the air, giving her room to rotate.

"What was that for?" she asked curiously, cocking her head to the side.

I just shrugged and held her closer. She snaked her arms around my neck. The mere feel of her touch made my skin tingle with excitement. I knew this was love. She completed me. After the incident, I was cold and bitter, resorting to my old and troubling ways. She showed me the light and taught me to love again…love her. And in time, we both did fall in love with each other. She gave me a feeling of joy that no other woman could have…not even Hermione.

"See you at breakfast?" she asked, stepping away.

I pulled her close for a quick kiss before she walked out. I sighed in happiness as I looked out to the light sky. I pulled on some jeans and a black button down shirt before heading downstairs. I ate my breakfast merrily next to Cecil, occasionally gazing at her. Every time I looked at her, my mind wheeled back to the day I met her.

Flashback:

I stepped warily in the deserted bar. I looked cautiously around me as I walked slowly around the stools. The few strangers that were there stared grumpily at me, eyes sagging heavily from lack of sleep and constant drunkenness.,

"May I help you?" asked a soft voice from behind me.

I felt a light hand touch my shoulder. I jumped from the sudden touch, spinning madly around. The young lady stared at me shocked, withdrawing her hand quickly. She took a step back as my breaths heaved in and out. I could see fear in her deep violet eyes. I stood up straight, my head finally thinking straight.

"I'm sorry, you startled me."

Her shoulder loosened as I held out my hand. She took it lightly, obviously still confused on who I am, what I'm doing there, and what was wrong with me. I shook her hand gently, never taking my eyes off hers.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, walking away.

I followed her around as she wiped the tables clean. I could hear no bitterness or any resentment for our past history. I was quite surprised at that.

"I wanted to see you." I said as convincingly as I could.

I scoffed as she stepped behind the bar. She nodded to a bar stool in front of her. I sat down slowly, sighing heavily as I placed my face in my hands. Everything was just so much to take. Hermione is alive? What about my son? Dead? She left him for dead then…I couldn't take this. Cecil has been there for me since I was little. She understood my pain like no one else could, not even my mother. Even though our past relationship didn't work out, I was and still am willing to make things work. She had this ability to make everyone feel better…everyone's pain just disappear.

"Draco…what's the matter? What happened? You look like a mess."

I looked up and came face to face with her. Her lips were mere inches away from me. I could smell her soft honey scent mixed with the peppermint oil she applied to her hands, a ritual she's been doing as long as I could remember. She took my hands in hers, stroking them gently. I could feel her passion through her fingertips. She massaged the tops of my knuckles as I stared astoundingly at her. After so many years, she still cared.

"Thanks you Cecil."

"For what?"

"For still caring. I would think that you would hate me."

She chuckled softly as she climbed over the bar and sat next to me.

"Of course I still care. I will always care Draco. Now, are you gonna tell me what happened?"

I smiled slightly as I inhaled sharply. I gazed longingly at her. A broad smile crept upon her lips as I hugged her tightly.

"I missed you, Draco." She whispered in my ear.

I kissed her cheek lightly as I slowly let go of her.

"I missed you too." I replied, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear.

"So, who broke your heart this time?"

I smiled at her incredible instincts. She always trusted them…and that got her far in her life…

End flashback.

Already being in a relationship when I asked, my hopes were crushed of every moving on from the pain Hermione caused me. Moving from city to city, I ended up in many relationships, none that could take my mind from her. She caused so much hurt in my life and I didn't know if I could get over it. I continued to keep in touch with Cecil over the years. In the meantime, I taught at Hogwarts, involving myself in following closely in Snape's footsteps. I became the mean potions master, either hated or loved. Teaching strictly, I helped the students reach their prime in potions. Considered the 'hot' teacher at Hogwarts was a boost to my confidence, just a small step to moving on. A total of eight serious relationships came and went, successfully helping me become a better man than I was years before. Seven years later, Cecil comes back into my life, finally willing to date me and actually give us another shot…and here we are today.

"I love you Cecil." I said, entwining my fingers in her, kissing the back of her hand.

She smiled sweetly as we walked down the shaded pathway leading into my mother's gorgeous gardens.

"Oh no!" Cecil yelled out, interrupting my daydream.

"What's wrong?"

"The florist! I'm supposed to be there to help with the flower arrangement. I completely forgot!" she said with panic in her voice.

"Honestly Cecil. Relax. All you really need is me and a ring." I joked, holding her hands, preventing her from leaving.

"Draco! I have to go."

"Please." I pleaded, pecking her lips lightly.

She pushed me away and smiled broadly.

"I have an appointment and you have to write the guest list. Goodbye Draco." She said playfully, walking away towards the front of the manor.

I sighed in happiness as I made my own beeline to my personal study. I looked overhead at the incoming owls replying to my invitations. As happy as I was with Cecil, my mind wandered from her. True, I feel that she's the love of my life, but I can't help but feel as if something is missing…something that I can't live without…something that Cecil can't offer. If it was just stress from the weeding, I didn't know, but what I did know is that my heart wasn't all into it…a great majority of it…but definitely not all of it.

Damn it Hermione…what have you done to me? Why can't I forget about you? I want to move on…

I truly do. I still want to. I want to move on from the pain. I want to forget about my past…make Hermione wash away from my memories as if she never existed.

I want to forget her…for good.

You don't mean that. Everything you are today is because of her. If anything, you should be trying to find her. If you actually tried all these years I'm sure you would've found her. But no, you had to be ignorant and-

Shut up! Cecil has given me a chance at a new life. A life free of pain. I am going to take that opportunity and nothing will stop me.

You say that now…

I shook my head as I stomped up the stairs, irritated by my own second thought. How could I doubt Cecil and my own damn heart after everything? I grabbed a long sheet of parchment for guest list, breaking the seal of my first RSVP.

3 hours later…

"Draco? Are you in here?" Cecil called out, knocking softly on the large maple door.

"Come in."

She walked with a single white rose, placing it on top of the finished guest list.

"You like?"

"I love."

I swooped around my desk, enveloping her in a loving embrace. I inhaled her fresh vanilla scent mixed with the cinnamon oil she applied her hands.

"You alright? You seem a little tense."

I shrugged as I let go of her as flopped down in my leather armchair. She stood behind me and gently massaged my shoulders, allowing the tense hunch I had to relax into a lazy slouch.

She stopped rubbing and curiously picked up the quest list.

"This is a long list. Wait…who's this?"

She held it in front of my face and pointed to guest number 28.

"Who's this?"

"I don't know. No last name. All I know is that they're coming and I have no idea who they are."

"Draco…I don't feel comfortable letting random people that managed to get an invitation in our wedding. I mean…it's not exactly safe."

"Don't worry about it love. Only a small portion is just random people. The rest are close family and friends. No need to worry, I have everything planned out. No wands, tight hand security…how much safer can you get."

I could see the look of doubt on her face, but she nodded and kissed my cheek anyways before leaving my study. I picked up the list again and stared long and hard at that name. Who are they? Why do I have such a bad feeling about these people?

Damien and mother…

A/N: Yay! I did it! First chapter of the sequel done. What do you think? Dun Dun DUN! R & R. Thanks.