You Wouldn't Know

Draco woke up, his eyes opening to meet a bright light. When his eyes were fully opened, he saw he was laying in a white room. Where am I? He found himself dressed in pajamas, and a woman was bustling around. Madame Pomfrey. It was then he realized he was in the hospital wing. He craned his neck slightly, to look around, but he found his head throbbing. Hell. I feel like I've been smashed in the head with a Bludger. Then, he found himself asking, how did I get here? But he had little time to ponder as then Madame Pomfrey noticed he was awake. She briskly strolled over, her step light, quietly humming to herself.

"Morning, Mr. Malfoy," Madame Pomfrey said, with a small smile. "How are you feeling? Probably a little drowsy."

"Um, yeah. But I am really sore, and my head hurts bloody hell. What the hell happened?" Draco asked. Madame Pomfrey scowled at him for his language but proceeded to answer the question.

"You mean, you can't remember a thing?" Madame Pomfrey asked, concern etching her voice. "Tut, tut, this is exactly what I feared. Mr. Malfoy, it seems that you have suffered memory loss. There are some things magic can't fix, and memory loss is one. Fortunately, it was not severe enough that you forgot everything. Alas, you have forgotten the last ninety six hours of your life. I too am curious as to what caused these injuries as well. You received a concussion, major breakage in the skull, dislocated shoulder, a broken knee, a broken ankle, and numerous cuts and bruises."

Draco sat in silence as he absorbed the information. He had lost his memory. How could one loss their memory? He tried as hard as he could to think of what happened, but it only showed up empty and made his head ache. Madame Pomfrey seemed to have sensed Draco's distress.

"Mr. Malfoy, I might ask you not to try to remember. You may hurt your memory even more, in addition to not turning anything up. Just give it time," Madame Pomfrey said, filling up a goblet with a variety of medicine. "Drink up. It'll help with the pain. I was able to heal up everything except the gash on your head and the cuts and bruises. Those will have to disappear by themselves. I know you are frustrated about your memory, but I might have someone who could help stimulate it back. Ms. Granger, you may come in."

Madame Pomfrey walked away, closing the curtains behind her. Hermione had stepped in, and Draco's head was spinning. What was Granger doing there? What did she have to do with anything?

"Malfoy," Hermione said blandly. Inside, Draco hated how she said his last name. So cold and uncaring.

"What did Mrs. Pomfrey mean about you stimulating my memory?" Draco asked, without bothering to give a greeting, He was anxious to know what Hermione knew. Then he realized that the event must have happened four days ago, from what Madame Pomfrey told him. Had he really been out that long? But he no longer got an opportunity to think about it because Hermione began to speak.

"Well, I don't know the whole sequence of events, but I know some things," Hermione said, taking a seat by Draco's bed. "I saw you stumbling out of the forest, and I went to see if you were all right, and you were unconscious. You woke up a few minutes later, and I asked you what happened. You told me you couldn't tell, and then when I tried to take you up here, you tried to leave. Then, you fell down, and your head, well, it struck a rock."

Draco sat deathly still. Some of the events were flooding back now. He remembered everything Hermione had told him in vivid detail. But he still had no idea how or why he was in the forest. His mind ached from straining to think and he eventually gave up. He turned his attention back to Hermione.

"What are you doing here anyways?" Draco asked.

"Well, Madame Pomfrey told me that you might have a problem with your memory, and she asked if I could come and tell you about what happened," Hermione said. Hermione bit her lower lip, as if in thought and then she asked, "Can you remember what caused you to go into the forest?"

"No, I can't. And even I did, I don't know why I would tell you," Draco answered, his usual sneer back. Hermione rolled her eyes and glanced down at her watch. She gave a sigh and stood up.

"Look, I don't want to be here if you are going to be like this. I have to go meet someone," Hermione turning to leave.

"Potter?" Draco asked, not bothering to hide his disgust.

"Not that you need to know, but yes, I am meeting Harry. We are going to Hogsmeade. Good day to you, Malfoy," Hermione said, once again, beginning toward the door.

"Oh yes. I heard you were a couple now," Draco said, his grey eyes sparkling maliciously. "But, I did notice something. You and Potter didn't get together until after you and I had our encounter. What a coincidence. Or maybe not."

Hermione slowly turned around. She stared him in the eye and spat out, "What is that supposed to mean Malfoy?"

"Well," Draco said, sitting up and leaning forward, as if telling a secret, "it seems as if Potter is the rebound. I mean, you went to him right after me."

"I have no idea what the hell you have going on in your mind Malfoy, but whatever you think about Harry and I, doesn't matter to me. I don't give a hell," Hermione said, her eyes blazing. With that, she walked out the door, and her footsteps could be heard down the halls for a few seconds.