A/N: I'm baaaaack! Yes, I know its been ages! But now its summer, so I'll be busy with updating ALL of my multi-chapter stories plus adding some new ones! I just published the second chapter of my new multi-chapter Harry Potter adventure story called "Survival of the Fittest". Check it out and leave a comment!

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Ch.3: Malfoy's Memories

Flashback:

Chaos and hysteria broke out around Draco Malfoy, but he stayed in his same relaxed position, leaning up against an oak tree in the words, his expression of boredom not even wavering.

The plan was simple. He would stay here while his parents would join the other Death Eaters in a night of torturing muggles and generally giving the whole Wizarding Community a good scare. He was an obedient child.

People started to filter into the Forest, panicking and trying to get away from the hysteria that was taking place at the campsite. Draco's grey eyes found the three people he was most anxious to see reactions from and his mouth lifted up into a smug smirk. Potter, Weasley, and Granger were approaching him.

Granger. Even with her bushy hair and beaver teeth, that girl could stun a veela. He shook his head to clear it as they came closer. He couldn't afford to think like that. He was a Slytherin and she was a Gryffindor . . . a mudblood . . .

He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Weasel yell in pain.

"What happened?" came Granger's worried voice. "Ron, where are you? Oh, this is stupid- lumos!" She illuminated her wand and began searching for Weasel, who was sprawled on the ground.

"Tripped over a tree root," muttered Weasel angrily, getting to his feet again. Draco stifled a laugh. What a bumbling oaf! He decided that it was time to intervene.

"Well, with feet that size, hard not to," he said in a drawling voice. By the light of Granger's wand, Draco could see all three glaring at him.

"Fuck off, Malfoy!" Weasel roared.

"Language, Weasley," he said, smirking. "Hadn't you better be hurrying along now? You wouldn't like her spotted, would you?" He nodded at Hermione.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hermione said defiantly. He searched for some way to warn her without giving away his feelings.

"Granger, they're after Muggles," he said. "D'you want to be showing off your knickers in midair? Because if you do, hang around . . . they're moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh." Inwardly he winced, knowing the words sounded horrible, but still knowing that he had got his warning across. Whatever it took, he would keep her safe.

"Hermione's a witch," Potter snarled.

"Have it your own way, Potter," he said, grinning at them. "If you think they can't spot a Mudblood, stay where you are."

"You watch your mouth!" shouted Weasley, mimicking him.

"Never mind, Ron," said Granger quickly, seizing Weasel's arm to restrain him as he took a step toward Malfoy.

Another bang came from the other side of the trees and people screamed. Draco chuckled softly.

"Where's your parents?" Potter asked. "Out there wearing masks, are they?"

Draco turned to face Potter, still smiling.

"Well . . . if they were, I wouldn't be likely to tell you, would I, Potter?" he sneered.

"Oh, come on, let's go find the others" said Granger, throwing a disgusted look at Draco. It pained him to see her acting like that towards him, but he couldn't resist throwing in another retort.

"Keep that big bushy head down, Granger," he sneered.

Back to the present:

I gasped and looked up at Draco as the memory faded away. Draco had a pained look on his face, as if the memory was something he regretted.

"You mean . . . all that time, you were trying to- trying to-" I stuttered.

"Yes, I was trying to protect you . . . ," he whispered, finishing my sentence.

"But this doesn't make sense . . . You're Draco Malfoy. You hate me!" I near shouted.

"Then let me make things clear," he whispered, stroking Cinder's beak once again. Cinder opened her beak and let out a sad, mournful noise.

Flashback:

Draco knocked on the wooden door, pulling his cloak tighter around him. The dungeons were always so cold. He shivered. The door swung open and there was the very person he was most anxious to see: Severus Snape.

"Good evening, Draco. Come in," drawled the man. Draco nodded quietly and stepped over the threshold into his favorite teacher's office.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Draco?" he asked, his eyes gazing knowingly into Draco's as if he could read his mind, which, being an accomplished legilimens, he probably could.

"Sir, I need to talk to you about some . . . things." Draco didn't have any true friends at Hogwarts in whom he could talk to about matters such as this. He only hoped Snape would listen to what he had to say.

"By all means, sit and tell me," he said in a serious voice. Draco obeyed him and sat down on a couch. Snape sat next to him.

"Professor, I know that I've made some bad choices in my life . . . ," Draco rubbed his dark mark unconciously, "but I've realized that they're wrong . . . I want to change," he blurted.

"Perhaps there's a reason you want to change?" Snape asked him. Draco nodded.

"Yes, Sir. You see, there's this girl. She's extraordinarily brave and she sees the good in others all the time. It's inspiring, really," he confessed. Snape was silent for a moment before speaking.

"You know, I once loved a woman like that," Snape confessed. "But I let our prejudices and blood status blind me, and that was the worst mistake I have ever made as well as my greatest regret," he declared.

Draco quietly stared at the floor, processing all that Snape had just said. He had to let go of the blood status prejudice. If his father found out, Draco would do everything in his power to protect Hermione. He also decided that he couldn't bear to erase Hermione's memory another time.

"Thank you, Professor," Draco said, getting to his feet and shaking Snape's hand. "I'll take your advice.

Back to the present:

I gasped and looked up at Draco, my cinnamon brown eyes meeting his ice blue ones. I had no idea what to say. I was overflowing with different emotions: excitement, fear, joy and confusion.

Draco drew me into a tight hug, resting his head on my shoulder. I slipped my arms around his neck and we stood like that for several moments before he whispered softly.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" I asked him quietly.

"For everything I've done to you." he murmured.


The day we went to Hogsmeade started out stormy and continued that way. I'll always wish that things would've been different, that we hadn't gone, but what's done is done. There's nothing to stop it.

I couldn't stop smiling, even if the weather was horrible. Harry, Ron and I all sat in the Three Broomsticks, drinking Butterbeer and talking. Of course, I wasn't really paying attention. My mind was focused on the memories Draco had shared, and his apology to me.

I was so confused about the whole thing, though. Draco was . . . well, he was Draco. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. I had my future planned out for me. I would graduate Hogwarts, become and Auror, and marry Ronald Weasley, who I was supposed to be madly in love with, but who really annoyed me to no end. There was nothing in that plan about Draco.

I wondered how everything was going to work out. Draco had said that he had kept everything a secret so Voldemort and his father wouldn't find out . . . what would we do now? Still keep it a secret? Secrets eventually got out . . . So what, then? Go straight to Lucius, tell him and get it over with?

The bell next to the door tinkled as someone walked in. I glanced over my shoulder and it was all I could do to not let out a gasp.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Lucius Malfoy strode into the pub. He stopped at the counter and spoke to the landlady, Madam Rosmerta.

" One glass of Elf-Made Wine, and make it quick! I have a business meeting," barked Lucius. Madam Rosmerta bowed and scurried off to fetch his drink. She came back with a deep blood-red colored liquid in a wine glass. Lucius took the drink and strode towards an empty table, undoing his traveling cloak.

"Oh, let's get out of here," I whispered, not liking being in the presence of this man.

We left the building and made our way to Honeydukes sweet shop. The bell near the door jingled as we opened it and my nostrils were greeted with the sweet scent of sugar and sweets. We split up, each of us heading to a different isle with our favorite sweets. I made my way to the teeth-friendly section, where my favorite sweets, Tooth-flossing stringments, resided. As the daughter of a dentist, I needed to keep my teeth healthy.

I turned into the row but stopped dead when I saw the familiar shock of platinum blonde hair.

"Draco?" I whispered in disbelief. He pulled his hand sharply out of a box of teeth-whitening mints.

" Hermione? What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Um . . . getting sweets? What are you doing here?" I replied.

"Oh, uh . . . getting sweets," he said, unintentionally mimicking me. I smirked.

"Of course. I suppose if I were Draco Malfoy, I would want to keep those pearly whites pearly white too." I murmured, glancing at the box of teeth-whitening mints. His cheeks turned slightly pink.

"I have an image to uphold, you know," he said, sounding more like his old self. He stopped for a moment and shook his head as if scolding himself for saying that.

"Well, you should know, I saw your father in the Three Broomsticks. I slipped out before he noticed me . . .," I trailed off. He was looking at me with horror.

"My father is here . . . in Hogsmeade?" he asked. I nodded, confused. He started pacing around, his face contorted into a scared look. "Hermione, nowadays my father only goes places if he's ordered there by Voldemort . . .," he trailed off. I gasped.

"Oh, Draco! Do you think he . . . knows?" I whispered frantically.

"I can't be sure. All I know is we need to get out of here fast, Hermione," he turned around and proceeded towards the doorway of the sweetshop. I paused, looking back at Ron and Harry, who were involved in browsing for sweets, before following him.

Now, when I look back on this, I will always wonder why I hadn't taken a different route. But of course, the logical explanation was that I was too scared to think logically. Reasoning had abandoned me. It was the worst mistake of my life. But who can change the past?

We speed-walked past the door of the Three Broomsticks and picked up our pace. I began panting and slowing down, out of breath and out of shape. Draco slipped his hand into mine and began to tug me along.

"What's this?" came a sneering voice behind us. Draco stopped dead. My neck prickled and I had a funny feeling that I knew who it was . . . We both turned around and, sure enough, there was the intimidating form of Lucius Malfoy. His long blonde hair stopped at just below his shoulders and it was apparent that he had not shaved in a few days. His blue eyes, so very like Draco's, held the look of a madman.

"My son, running off with a mudblood?"

"Father . . . I can explain . . ." began Draco. Explain what? Was he really going to tell Lucius everything?

"Silence!"

He observed how Draco's hand was holding mine and realization finally dawned on his face.

"You! Don't tell me you've fallen in love with a filthy little mudblood!" he roared. Draco was silent. Lucius, taking the silence as an answer, pointed his wand at his son.

"Crucio!" Draco fell to his knees and gave a scream of pain. I screamed with him, almost feeling his pain. It hurt me to see him in pain.

All around us, people began milling out into the streets and gawking at the scene I'm sure we were making. Lucius looked around, gave a grunt of frustration, knowing that he couldn't properly punish his son while the crowd was looking on. He gave a cold sneer at his son and his eyes gleamed madly.

"Perhaps I ought to teach the mudblood a lesson too," he murmured, giving a triumphant smile at Draco. His hand closed around my arm in a vice-tight grip. I tried to shake him off of me, but he held fast. With that, he turned on the spot and everything went dark.

"HERMIONE! HERMIONE!" was the last thing I heard.

Lucius Malfoy had kidnapped me.


A/N: Well, there's that! I hope you liked it guys! Sorry for confusing you! I know the date on my profile said it would be coming out on the 15th of June, but I have Drama camp this week. (We're doing the Wizard of Oz and I got cast as Auntie Em, Dorothy's aunt!). So I can't do much this week. The chapter for Be Careful What You Wish for should be on time next week, though!

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