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Linger	By : desespoir Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8509 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3: You were all mine. I was yours, right?

I felt you in my life before I ever thought to. I need to lay down beside you and tell you
I feel you in my heart and I don't even know you. � Tegan and Sara, �Nineteen� (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9B-MluGscaE&feature=related)

A few scant minutes after Draco departed for the Potter residence, a midnight black owl emerged in the sky, its wings breaking through the clouds, flying swiftly, and avoiding the light drops of rain that began to fall from the sky. It settled on the ledge of the window to Draco�s study, its yellow eyes darting around the room, searching for any inhabitants before it nudged the window open further with its beak. Landing upon the desk, it dropped the note in the center, amidst scattered papers and quills before it promptly flew out the window once again.

The note was rather indiscriminate. It was written on parchment, sealed with red wax with a stamp depicting what looked like a figure, its face hidden and smudged. What was of interest, however, was the message lying within.

Beneath the seal, the note opened up to reveal two lines, written in neat form:

I have tremor cordis on me: my heart dances;

But not for joy; not joy.

It was unsigned.

-*-

Draco could feel all the air rush out of his lungs as he stared down at her, part of him wanting to kiss every inch of her skin and relish the feel of her in his arms once again. Yet he could not avoid the confusion that marred her beautiful face nor her words. His hold on her loosened for a moment and he looked up at the two Potters, his eyes demanding an answer. Was this some form of a cruel joke?

They looked as shocked and confused as he was. Harry was the first to break the silence, clearing his throat awkwardly, �That�s Draco, Hermione,� he tried his best to infuse humor into his voice, �I know it�s been a while and he looks a bit different but it�s still him.�

Hermione looked back at Draco, pushing herself out of his embrace and away from him as she tried the name out, �Draco,� it felt oddly familiar in her mouth yet she couldn�t remember ever meeting someone named Draco and certainly, not the handsome man standing before her. She cocked her head to the side before her eyes brightened with recognition, �You�re him.�

The room seem to tense with anticipation at her next action. She took a worn and slightly faded photograph out of her back pocket and handed it to Draco, �I found it in my jean pocket a few weeks after I�d gotten to Edinburgh. I didn�t recognize the face and-�

Hermione held a hand to her head, massaging her temple with her fingertips. She could feel another headache begin to form as she sat down at the kitchen table, �Were you a part of my past?�

Draco gripped the photograph tightly as he stared down at the reflection of his younger self, so many years back, so happy and oblivious to the pains of the future. He felt a stabbing pain in his chest at her words. It seemed to spread throughout his body, like a slow-working poison, and soon, he found it difficult to breathe, managing only to gasp out a hollow whisper, �Yes.�

�He went to school with us, Hermione. He was your year,� Ginny said softly. She sat down next to her as she began to explain about whom Draco was, hoping it would spark some sort of memory.

Harry stepped closer to Draco, saying to him quietly, �She lost her memory. She never left us. Someone messed with her memories and for two years, she�s been living as a muggle, never knowing of our existence. She showed up about an hour ago at my doorstep and it seemed as if she remembered everything, like the past two years has been some sort of a bad dream, but-�

�It�s been a fucking nightmare, Potter,� Draco growled, nearly crumpling the photograph in his hands. He threw it onto the kitchen counter, �Why doesn�t she remember me?� he demanded. �She remembers you and she remembers the Weaselette. Why me? She has a fucking photograph of me, why?�

�I don�t know, Malfoy. I wish I had the answers but I don�t.�

Draco ran a hand through his blond locks and let out a heavy sigh, �She was in Edinburgh?� He let out a scoff, �Of all places. I was there for nearly two weeks searching for her. How could I have missed it?�

Harry patted Draco on the back, the gesture strange and unfamiliar. Draco jerked away from him, avoiding his touch, �Don�t try to comfort me, Potter. I don�t need your pity.�

Harry shot him a look of annoyance before his eyes softened as he watched Ginny talk to Hermione. Her shoulders were slumped, her head buried in her hands. �Perhaps I should try Legilimency,� his voice drew the attention of everyone in the room, �The memories might just be blocked or something.�

The weight on Draco�s chest seemed to lighten at the suggestion. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, �Well, Granger,� he raised an eyebrow, �What do you think?�

Hermione stared back, her gaze unwavering as her eyes flickered with concern and resignation. What else could she possibly say? She wanted answers. It was going to be a messy process, she could feel it, but she needed to know the truth and she needed to maintain the little control she had over her life. She could feel it all slipping through her fingers, bit by bit. She nodded her assent, eyes wide as Harry kneeled in front of her, the tip of his wand pointed directly at the center of her forehead.

�Legilimens.�

Hermione could feel him in her head and though she knew it was Harry and that she had consented and that he was only doing it to help her she couldn�t help but shudder at the presence of another in her mind. She wanted to vomit and physically push him out but she was helpless as Harry sorted through her memories, searching for something that she knew instinctively wasn�t there.

First year. Bushy hair, buck teeth. �Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it?� �Now if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you can come up with another clever idea to get us all killed - or worse, expelled.� Fourth year. Yule Ball. Periwinkle robes. �Next time there's a ball pluck up the courage to ask me before someone else does! And not as a last resort!� Fifth year. Umbridge. Inquisitorial Squad. Dumbledore�s Army. �That foul, evil old gargoyle! We're not learn how to defend ourselves, we're not learning how to pass our O.W.L.s. She's taking over the entire school!� Seventh year. Head Girl. The final battle. Voldemort�s death.

Hermione took in a large gasp of air, her throat contracted violently as she coughed. She held her hand to her head, shooting a look of annoyance and irritation at Harry. She knew he didn�t deserve it, after all, she had agreed but she had always hated Legilimency and with good reason. She watched Harry�s face carefully.

He seemed worn out as well, getting up slowly, his limbs protesting from the movement. �Nothing,� he whispered. He seemed to be shocked at his own words, �She has memories of everyone. Me, Ron, Ginny, her parents, Dumbledore, the Weasleys, everyone except you,� he turned to Draco. �Everything relating to you has been,� Harry paused, uncertain if he should continue.

�Has been what, Potter?� Draco spat, �Just say it.�

�Erased,� Harry whispered, horrified. �This is dark magic. Hermione,� he bent down again towards her, his heart breaking at her blank expression, �Someone�s severely tampered with your mind. I could still feel their presence in your mind. We�ll get to the bottom of this, I promise you.� He vowed, �You will get all of your memories back.�

Draco shook his head in frustration, �How is this possible? How can you just completely forget someone? Our last year at Hogwarts, we were practically glued at the hip. Does that mean she remembers absolutely nothing from then?�

�The images were hazy. Some moments are clear but mostly, it was just a blur.�

Draco held back the snarl building in his throat. He needed to hit something, break something. He restrained himself from grabbing Hermione and shaking her violently. She had already disappeared for two years. He didn�t think anything would be as painful as losing her the first time but this, this was on a completely different level. The thought that she might�ve been thinking about him at some point was the only thing that kept him going or that one day, she would return. There was always that possibility that she would come back and everything would be okay again. She was back and it wasn�t okay. He was a stranger.

It was hell on earth.

The door to the back porch opened. Ron stepped through, his hands shoved in his pockets, his face guilty as he stepped into the room. He immediately glared at Draco. Even after all these years, they could not bring themselves to be friendly with one another. Yes, they put up with one another�s presence but Ron could never bring himself to actually like or hold a pleasant conversation with him. �Malfoy,� he said shortly.

�Piss off, Weasley,� he sneered.

Ginny quickly interrupted before either of them could say anything further, �Please stop. Please-�

Hermione shot up off of the chair, her mind pounding, �I need some fresh air.�

The entire room seemed to rush to her as they all got up, making a move towards her. She shook her head and her hands pushing the air away. It was all too suffocating. �I can�t breathe. I need to think,� she whispered, �Alone.� Without another word, they all stood still, watching quietly as she walked out the door, out of their lives, however momentarily, yet again.

�What did you do, Malfoy?� Ron demanded as soon as the door clicked shut.

�Fuck off,� Draco said derisively before he pushed past Harry, walking out of the kitchen and towards the door.

�She said she needed to be alone,� Harry called out.

Draco only paused a moment, never turning back, �Do I look like I care?�

Ginny sat down gingerly at the table, flinching as Draco slammed the door shut with a loud bang, �That went well.�

�What the bloody hell happened?�

She let out a sigh, �Sit down, Ron, and keep that gob of yours shut as we explain.�

-*-

Draco smiled softly as he felt his beautiful girlfriend curl her petite body further into him for warmth. It was still early but he found that he couldn�t sleep. He had already counted the number of cracks in the ceiling. He let out a small laugh as his hold tightened around his stubborn little Gryffindor. She had been adamant that she wanted her own apartment after they had graduated from Hogwarts, refusing to accept his offer to move to the Manor. It was too fast and she had always wanted a place of her own. She had insisted. Draco, being a man completely in love, had, at first, protested vehemently before finally acquiescing when Hermione threatened to set her wards so that he couldn�t enter. She was always so bloody persistent and hard-headed, but that was one of the reasons why he adored her. He kissed his way down her face and neck, his mouth sucking gently on her shoulder, he swirled his tongue, savoring the sweet taste of her skin. He delighted in hearing her moan her approval, pushing her body further against his.

He traced his hands over her naked body, his own body responding to hers as he breathed against her neck, taking in the smell of her. She was pure perfection. He felt her turn around, her face only inches away from his as her eyes fluttered open. She placed a gentle kiss against his lips, pulling away teasingly as he tried to deepen the kiss, �Good morning.�

He pouted before he kissed the top of her head, �Morning, love.�

�What time is it?� she asked with a yawn, stretching her legs.

�Early,� he whispered softly, pulling her body closer to his, smiling at her sweet laugh, �Plenty of time to play.�

�Didn�t you get enough last night?� She asked, rubbing her legs together, �I�m still sore.�

�Well, you�ll just have to be a brave little Gryffindor and sacrifice yourself for the common good.�

�The common good?� She snorted and let out another laugh as Draco pushed her back against the bed, placing himself in between her legs, his face right above hers. �I highly doubt your sexual pleasure constitutes as the common good.�

�Oh, but that�s where you�re wrong,� he whispered huskily into her ear before nipping at it. She shivered from the contact.

�Really,� she raised an eyebrow, trying her best to keep her voice steady, �Why is that? I�m rarely wrong, if you recall.�

�So modest,� Draco murmured as he kissed her neck, his hands wrapped around her wrists, �Well, considering what a gentleman I am, I must enlighten the ignorant.� He silenced her cry of outrage with a long kiss, taking his time in exploring her mouth and indulging in the sweet taste that was uniquely hers. He pulled back, breathing heavy. He rested his forehead against hers, �You�re ever the humanitarian, my dear Granger. You couldn�t possibly live with yourself if you knew you willingly inflicted distress upon another being and to deny me,� he ground himself into her core, �would be quite distressing, indeed, and thus going against your moral code and the common good.�

�You weave a convincing argument,� she said against his lips, �I believe I have no choice but to give into your wishes,� she wrapped her legs around his hips and pushed herself up against him.

He devoured her mouth with a passionate kiss while he pushed a finger into her, smirking as she gasped in pleasure. �You�re so wet, love,� he said, continuing his ministrations. He pulled his hand out of her and brought it up to his mouth, licking off her essence. She watched him with in a daze, her eyes darkening with arousal. Without another word, he pushed himself into her, a groan escaping his lips as he pounded into her.
She grabbed his biceps, digging her fingernails into his skin, leaving little half-moons, her head tossed back as her body returned his thrusts with equal fervor. He licked the sweat forming on her neck and suckled hard, wanting to leave a mark.

�You�re mine,� he chanted mindlessly, �All mine.�

Hermione could only moan in response, wrapping her legs tighter as she felt her climax approaching.

Draco slammed into her a few more times before they both peaked, him first with her following only moments afterwards. They laid on her bed, a sweaty, tangled mess. He pushed himself off of her before wrapping his arms around her body, kissing her softly.

She looked up at him, her chocolate brown eyes bright with happiness, �Let�s stay like this forever,� she murmured sleepily.

�Forever.�

-*-

She knew he was following her. It wasn�t the sound of his footsteps that gave it away nor did he call out to her. Instead, she felt him, like an insistent tug against her heart, similar to how she felt every time she looked at his photograph. She could feel that at one point in her life, he must�ve been of great importance but why couldn�t she remember him?

She had wandered into the park. She sat down in defeat on the black bench. No matter how hard she tried to push past the pain forming in her head, she could remember nothing about him beyond what she heard tonight. His first name was Draco. His last name was Malfoy. She knew nothing else. Were they friends before? Was he in Gryffindor as well? Did he fight alongside her in the war? Was he a part of the Order?

She couldn�t remember anything about him. She could feel him standing in front of her, even as she kept her gaze fixed on the black pavement below her feet. She couldn�t look at him, couldn�t see the pain reflected back at her in those intense grey eyes. She had hurt him and she didn�t even mean to.

He sat down next to her, staying silent, waiting for her to speak to him. They simply sat there for what seemed like an eternity. He closed his eyes, leaning back, calming his nerves by listening to the sounds of her even breathing.

�Were we in love?� Her question pierced through the air, her voice shaky.

�Yes.�

-*-

Author's Note: Hi all :) Thanks again for all the wonderful reviews. I�d love to hear any theories you might have � this is a mystery story, after all and it�s my job to keep you guessing! Also, what is written on the note Draco receives does not belong to me. Those words were penned by another author many years ago but I don�t want to reveal the name just yet � if you�ve already guessed who it is: GOOD FOR YOU :) have a cookie! � but just wait for it, if you haven�t. I promise it�ll all come together.
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