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Hermione Reparo	By : Kit_Stella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 20416 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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After making you guys wait for waaaaay too long, chapter 23 is finally online. I apologize for all the time it took but as we move forward I want to make sure every detail is perfect so, yup better quality takes more time :)
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Chapter 23: Memory
The following Monday morning, Draco was one of the first to arrive in the Great Hall for breakfast. At this hour there were only a handful of other students there, making it quiet enough to read the heavy tome he had brought with him.
He had selected an old volume from his father’s Encyclopaedia of Spells; this one was specifically on their lasting effects, possible treatments and cures.
He usually ate with Blaise – that is when his friend actually made it on time for breakfast – but knowing the other Slytherin’s tendency to sleep in Draco had thought ahead and brought some reading material.
Sipping his coffee, Draco flipped through the pages of his book while his thoughts wandered to Hermione. She had surprised him by opening up about her parents, and it made him feel absolutely helpless. That didn’t sit well with him. The Slytherin had grown sick of the feeling after all he had been through and was determined to right the wrongs that had happened during the past couple of years, or at least those he could. That is precisely how Draco got involved with repairing Hogwarts and the Ministry.
In light of the blond’s feelings for Hermione, his top priority had become doing his utmost to make her happy. The little witch was very good at concealing the hurt she felt from the loss of her parents; but over the past couple of days, Draco had come to realize how hard it still was for her and that her strong front was sometimes just a thin veil covering her pain. Finding a solution had become quite important to him, because for the first time in his life he was trying his best to be a thoughtful and considerate boyfriend.
As the wizard ate his toast, he read through the first chapter on the Obliviate charm. He had to admit, he didn’t have much knowledge of said charm and was drawn to find out more. If there was a possibility – however slim the chance – to do something, anything to help, then he would give it his all.

The Memory Charm, better known by its incantation Obliviate, is a spell designed to erase or modify memories. Depending on the strength of the spell, the affected individual can lose specific details of an event, the entirety of the event itself, or even potentially all of their memories all together. This charm is of uttermost importance to the magical world, as it single-handedly shelters it from the Muggle world.
Each and every magical government across the globe employs entire departments of Obliviators. Their job is to protect witches and wizards by altering the memories of Muggles who have witnessed the use of magic. The work of these highly trained professionals is crucial to maintaining the secrecy of the Wizarding world.
Historically, the Memory Charm was taught to young witches and wizards as a means of protection from the Muggle world; but after a large number of devastating mishaps -- such as the Joan of Arc Incendio incident of 1431 as well as the famous Quidditch Cup Occurrence of 1712 (see A History of Quidditch First Edition, 1696 for details) -- it was finally decided that the spell would only be taught to experienced witches and wizards.
At the time this book was published, every attempt at creating a counter-charm has resulted in a long list of side effects, from regression to childhood to excessive hostility. The difficulty lies in the intricate way the charm is interlaced with the subject’s memories. It creates a complex interweaving on the individual’s mind, which leaves devastating results in its wake if not untwined properly, very much like knots in a ball of yarn. Weaker Obliviate charms have been known to be broken through intense physical torture. Obviously this is not a recommended method for those seeking to reverse the spell.
Rubbing his temples, Draco read on. The last bit of the chapter intrigued him the most in light of Hermione’s account. The previous summer when he had started to repair the crumbled ruins in his own home, he had been confronted with similar statements: a complete absence of existing counter-spells to reverse the effects of dark magic on various structures.
It took him quite a lot of time and research before he finally came to an epiphany; what if the building, the actual fallen walls held the key to the solution within themselves? That is precisely how he came up with the idea of using the Piertotem Locomotor incantation, and it was the first stepping-stone towards his recent vocation.

While he was reading up on the spell’s history, Draco’s attention was drawn to the Gryffindor table by Hermione’s arrival. He was happy to watch her from afar as she took a seat and chatted with her usual group of friends. From her curly head of hair to the way she fiddled with the spoon in her cup of tea, Draco had come to adore every little detail about her.
The Malfoy heir was usually more the reserved type – not particularly eager to share his feelings – so his recent declaration of love had surprised even himself. Somehow, being around the expressive witch all this time had made expressing his feelings much easier than it had been in the past. Draco never would have expected to tell Hermione those three words so soon, but it had come to him very naturally. Ever since the beginning of the school year, he found himself opening up to her time and time again.
The girl who used to be just an insufferable know-it-all kept surprising him – in the bedroom especially – and the more he found out about her, the more Hermione amazed him. Like him, the petite witch had gone through so much; however, she had constantly put herself and her needs aside, and in Draco’s opinion she deserved some special attention.
You’ve got it bad for her. The love-struck wizard snorted at his internal musings. An image of his fifteen-year-old self scolding the present Draco came to mind, but he’d come to understand that his feelings for Hermione had probably been present in some form or another for quite a while now and laughed it off.
The owls had just started bringing the daily mail, and Draco immediately recognized his owl, Hunter, landing in front of Hermione. A knowing smile spread across his face: the invitations to the ball.
Weasley was the first to rip his open, but over the ruckus in the Great Hall the Slytherin couldn’t quite pick up on the conversation – to his great disappointment. He was relieved when he saw their enthusiasm as they all read their letters, and that eased his insecurities about his newfound friends.
When he invited them to the ball, Draco honestly couldn’t imagine Hermione’s friends willingly accepting a Malfoy family invitation; there was so much history there. But he had come to understand that Gryffindors were a forgiving bunch, and he was thrilled to be able to leave the past in the past and start out new with them. I guess they’re not that bad after all.
Hermione looked over at him, and Draco winked back at her, a warm smile on his face. She surprised him with a saucy wink herself, and he was about to go say hello when Blaise’s voice interrupted him.
“Yeah mate, you’ve got it bad for her.” He snorted while smacking his besotted friend’s shoulder.
Draco grinned. You have no idea.
At the Gryffindor table, Lavender was trying to pull out Ginny’s letter still firmly clasped in Hunter’s claws. “Fine, you stubborn bird!” she huffed. “Give it to her yourself. She’s still at the Quidditch pitch.” She rolled her eyes exaggeratedly at the others when Hunter flew off.
Lavender still got on Hermione’s nerves from time to time, but she seemed to make Ron happy which was what mattered most to the kind-hearted witch. The group started chatting about their invitations excitedly, so much so that they were almost late for class. As they left the Great Hall in a hurry, Hermione was surprised to notice that Ginny was still nowhere to be seen. Their first class was in fact the redhead’s favourite: Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The day’s lesson on protective enchantments went by and still no sign of the youngest Weasley. After the bell rang signalling the end of their first period, Hermione was approaching Draco to ask about studying together that evening (and maybe doing other activities) when, finally, Ginny ran into the classroom. She spotted Hermione and headed straight towards her.
“Hermione, I need to show you something!” Her voice was urgent.
“Ginny, are you all right? Why weren’t you in class?” the concerned witch asked, taken aback by the bewildered look on her friend’s face.
“I couldn’t. Just please come and take a look at this.” the worked up witch insisted, pulling on Hermione’s arm.
Grabbing her books and bag with haste, the older Gryffindor huffed, “All right, all right.” She struggled to keep up with the taller girl as they rocketed through the corridors. “Please tell me what is going on!” Hermione begged.
Ginny remained quiet, and after running up a staircase she panted, “This is just something you have to see for yourself.”
To Hermione’s surprise they came to a halt in front of Headmaster McGonagall’s office. She was further astounded to discover that Ginny knew the password and even more so to find the office empty. “She leaves every Monday morning for a couple of hours.” the unapologetic witch stated matter-of-factly.
Raising an eyebrow Hermione wondered , “How could you possibly know that?”
“Harry sometimes leaves the Marauder’s Map lying around.” Ginny replied dismissively, wasting no time entering the forbidden place. She often surprised Hermione, who kept forgetting how mischievous the younger witch actually was. Sometimes in the past it felt like only Harry, Ron, and herself were rule breakers, but clearly they had nothing on Ginny.
No wonder she and Harry get along so well.
“Besides, he mentioned that I could find one of these here.” The redhead walked straight to a specific corner where there seemed to be a stone basin. It was a Pensieve, Hermione realized as Ginny took out a phial and poured the contents into the basin. The older Gryffindor had never used a Pensieve before and had to admit she was very curious.
Both witches bent over the basin, and before long Hermione felt a pull. It was like she was falling her surroundings whizzed by, shifting and turning before changing all together. All of a sudden, she was on the Quidditch pitch watching Ginny clean up after practice. By the look of it, the memory was from that very morning. Hermione saw Hunter fly straight to Ginny, land on her shoulder and extend his leg. The Ginny in the Memory opened the envelope to find the same invitation that the other Gryffindors had received that morning to the Malfoy’s ball.
Lord and Lady Malfoy
Request the Honor of Your Presence
At Their Annual

Valentine’s Day
Masquerade Ball

The Fourteenth of February
Nineteen Ninety-Nine
At Six O’Clock in the Evening

Kindly RSVP
By the Tenth of February

However, unlike the others’ there was a second letter in the envelope. Hermione read over Memory Ginny’s shoulder.

Dear Miss Weasley,
Although I consider my actions beyond forgiveness and would not deign to expect it, please allow me to express how deeply sorry I am for having knowingly put you at risk with Tom Riddle’s diary all those years ago. I apologize that it took a trip to Azkaban and almost losing my family to open my eyes, but now I see my actions for what they were: short sighted and foolish. You were but a child, and I delivered unto you such horror.
I know nothing can repair the trauma I put you through. Nevertheless, I wish atone through deed. At first, I thought to give you a substantial amount of galleons, but then I realized that it is not for me to decide. I stripped you of the power to decide for yourself all those years ago, and I vow to never do such a thing again.
Consider this my apology: whenever, whatever you might require, you need only ask and if I can provide it, it is yours. My riches, my knowledge, anything, name it and it is yours without question.
I’ve spelled this letter to be read by your eyes only. I feel the need to clarify to you that I am not doing this as a publicity stunt to better my family’s name. I only hope to make things right with you.
With my deepest regret for my actions, and in hope that you may find satisfaction in my offer.
Sincerely,
Lucius Malfoy

Hermione fell back out of the memory, literally. She landed on her bum in the middle of McGonagall’s office. “You have got to be kidding me?” She gasped, looking at Ginny who was holding onto the Pensieve for dear life.
With seemingly great difficulty, the taller witch unlatched her fingers from the basin and took an envelope out of her pocket. Crossing the room, she sat down next to Hermione on the floor. “Look.” She pressed the envelope into her friend’s hand. Sure enough, there was an invitation and what seemed to be a second blank piece of parchment.
“Anything?” Hermione repeated the words that most shocked her in the memory.
Looking up from her letter, Ginny gulped visibly. “I know.”
“How do you feel?” The concerned witch inquired.
“Weird. I’m shocked, and in all honesty a bit scared. But a part of me is also quite intrigued and ... somewhat amazed…I don’t know, I’m not making much sense.” Ginny let her head fall on her knees in front of her.
“Malfoys.” Hermione offered with a smile.
Ginny stared at her and nodding absently. Both girls were in a state of shock. Nothing had prepared them for this kind of gesture. Lucius’s proposition was overwhelming. An offer such as this was as unheard of as it was significant.
Truthfully speaking, Hermione hadn’t ever thought of Malfoy Senior as being capable of remorse. With this new insight, the cautious witch almost looked forward to meeting Draco’s parents; mostly it would ease her never-ending curiosity about everything.
After a moment of seemingly deep thought, Ginny spoke,“Does Draco know about this?”
“If he does, he never mentioned any of it to me.”
“What should I do?” The younger witch was obviously fishing for guidance.
Hermione cautiously ventured, “I’m not sure.”
The younger witch mulled it over for a couple of minutes before asking, “It would be nice if I went to the ball right?”
Instead of replying to her friend, Hermione asked a follow-up question, “Do you want to?” She knew the younger Weasley was a bit of a people pleaser and wanted to make sure she was making this decision in her own interest.
The unsure witch nodded to herself and continued with prudence, “I think so. This is a once-in-a-lifetime offer, and I have to admit I’m a bit curious to really meet the man behind it. Even if it’s some sort of farce, at least it’ll give me a chance to give him a piece of my mind. A part of me can’t believe it’s actually real. That’s also why I asked you to come check it out. You’re my reasonable friend. I need your mind here.”
Hermione chuckled, “Thanks. It’s difficult to be sure, having not seen him since the final battle. But in my opinion, it seems pretty real. Did you show Harry?”
“Not yet. I’m hesitant to tell him. You know how quickly he can get carried away, especially when it comes to the Malfoys.”
“Indeed, they do tend to ruffle his feathers, but he has been friendly enough with Draco ever since he’s found out about us. As for the Malfoys, I think Lucius might also deserve some credit here. Apparently, surprising as it may seem, he’s been quite accepting of Draco and I.”
“He has?” The note of disbelief in Ginny’s voice was unabashedly apparent.
“Yep. Draco mentioned that his father implied that he knew Draco had a thing for me, and that he wasn’t at all surprised when he was told we were together. Lucius even gave him the impression of being quite open to the whole thing.” Hermione’s smile was unsure. “Who would’ve thought?”
“I guess you’re right. Will you be going to the ball too?”
The older witch bit her lip as she always did when nervous and finally said, “I think so. Leaving the past in the past, you know? It’s for the best, I’m sure.”
“Are you nervous at all about going back to the Manor?”
The Gryffindors eyes were dark with worry as she looked up at her friend. “You have no idea.”
Ginny hesitated, but finally asked, “Have you and Draco ever talked about it...you know, Bellatrix and all?”
“No, not yet.” Hermione replied conclusively, hoping her friend would let it go.
She didn’t like shutting Ginny out like this, but it was a touchy subject. And something about the way Draco had reacted that weekend gave her a funny feeling about it; almost as if he was tuning the whole episode out and expecting her to do the same. It was an odd reaction that had taken Hermione aback, and she still didn’t know what to make of it. It seemed very out of character for the Draco she knew and cared for.
Ginny stood back up and held out her hand to help her friend up too. “Well, that’s going to be one hell of a conversation.”
“It sure is.” Hermione agreed.
Both witches left the office deep in thought, one of them rubbing her forearm subconsciously.
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