Erase and Rewrite (Dramione)

Approximate and Abduct

She studies him.
She doesn't think he notices.

He probably thinks she's sleeping most of the time.

But she looks at him,
because she really doesn't know him.

She has feelings about him.
But she doesn't know him.
Because she has no real memories of him,
from before,
only these of the last two weeks.

And what she gathered from the things he has said,
even if she remembered him,
she wouldn't really know him.

He's always worried.
When he's not telling her about the wizarding world,
he sits in silence,
buried in his thoughts.

Every single sound makes him flinch.
Sometimes he jumps up and rushes to the other room to look out of every window.
Sometimes he even calls for Dipsy and makes the elf check the surroundings.

He doesn't tell her what he's so worried about.
But after two weeks it seems unlikely anyone would come here looking for just him.

That's why next time she wakes up and he's not in the room
she stumbles into the kitchen.

It's late.
He's sitting by the kitchen table,
head in his hands.

She knows he carries something,
A burden he won't talk to her about.

And sitting there now,
he looks so broken and lost.

He acts like he's so brave,
or maybe even indifferent.
But she can tell it's just for show.
He wants her to think things are even remotely okay.
She wishes there was something she could do to make him feel better.

The moment she enters the room his head snaps up.

"Granger!"

She rolls her eyes,
balancing herself against the kitchen counter, "Hermione!"

She still is not sure why he keeps calling her that.
No matter how many times she corrects him he still calls her Granger.

And truth be told,
she kind of likes it.
Because even when she corrects him,
her name still feels foreign on her mouth.

Somehow, when he growls 'Granger', the name makes sense.
She has no idea why.

"You shouldn't be up." He says as he gets up to help her sit on the chair.

"Sorry, mom."

"Honestly!" He growls, "Since I still don't know what's wrong with your feet, you shouldn't just start and put them in test"

"Draco," They both sit, and she puts her hand on his shoulder, "I'm fine! It's just a few steps, and this hasn't gotten worse"

It's the fatigue he's worried about.
Her feet just won't hold.
It doesn't get worse,
but it isn't getting any better either.

Otherwise, she's fine!
Just memoryless and so fricking tired!

But if she needs to lie in that bed one more day she thinks she's going crazy!

"Are you hungry? I'll get Dipsy to make you something."

"I'm fine, just needed to get out of that room!" She huffs, "I wish we could go outside!"

"No" His response is so immediate she's not sure he even heard what she said.

She glances at him sideways.
He's gazing out of the window, bows furrowed.

"Can you tell me what it is, you're expecting to attack us?" She tries softly.

"No" He doesn't look at her.