Occulemens || Draco Malfoy

It's always been eucalyptus and lavender. When Rowan Blake awakens to cinnamon and vanilla, she knows something is wrong. Her Slytherin friends no longer recognize her. Hufflepuffs who once spoke illy of her in hushed tones were now her confidants. There is a gaping hole in her memory, a pit in her stomach, and a certain blond Slytherin who seems to know too much.

a slowburn fic, eventual spice. TW at the beginning of affected chapters. I don't own Harry Potter or any of JK Rowling's characters.

Cedric/OC/Draco triangle for a hot second, but this is DracoxOC.