One day, that was all out took to make someone try to escape. Hermione escaped in books, but there were none.
Her best friend was dead. Something had to work.
Draco escaped in alcohol. Maybe it would work for her. "Draco?" She asked, hesitant.
"Yes love?" He ask he asked "what do you need?"
"Whiskey, or something I don't know. I need to forget. Please Draco."
He wasn't sure how to respond to that. It was an awfully uncharacteristic thing for Hermione to want, but then again, she didn't remember who she was.
"Ok." He said hesitantly.
She grabbed the first bottle she could find. Ogdens. Good, it would be a well tasting spiral into forgetfulness. And Godric did she want it.
"Slow down there Miss Granger. That'll leave a nasty hangover." Ginny said, shocked.
Hermione didn't care. She couldn't believe Harry had fallen. It wasn't fair. It wasn't RIGHT. He was the savior, the protector, the one who made everything right. Now who could do that.
She slumped down and continued to drink. She was vaugley aware of Ginny and Blaise snuggling on the couch and made a mental note to grill her about it later. For now she was almost done with the bottle.
"DRACO!" An outraged voice yelled.
"Yes mother" He asked.
"Why is she drinking? I told you she didn't need alcohol to keep her memories away. Hermione dear, please give me the bottle."
"N-Narcissa I want it." She slurred. "I need it"
She got up and staggered around trying to find a bedroom.
"Here I'll take you." Draco told her.
They walked slowly down a hall. He opened a door and she saw... her room. It was just like her room in Gryffindor tower.
"Draco." She moaned drunkenly. "Stay with me please."
He thought about the repercussions of it, but she looked so sad.
"Alright. But just until you fall asleep."
He laid her down in the bed and climbed in beside her.
"Draco," She whispered, "promise you will be here when I wake up."
"Of course I will be 'Mione."
With that statement made, she fell asleep.
And he made her one more promise.
"Always."
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"What was he thinking, giving her alcohol!" Narcissa yelled. "He could have killed her!"
"Narcissa dear, he loves her. How could he deny her what he can't even deny himself."
"What if one day she asked him to do something worse for her?"
"Then he will make a choice. Remember dear that all people have love to give, but only the truest form of love, can give and not request love back. He will protect her because his very being tells him to."
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A Forgotten Kind of Love (Dramione)
FanfictionIn the aftermath, she forgets who she is. What she is. All she can remember is that she loved a boy. He wishes he could give her her memories back. After all... it's his fault that they're gone. Will they be able to stop the war...
