Wizarding Week

Louise has always dreamt of going somewhere completely new, and when her school organises an exchange with a mysterious school called Hogwarts, it's her perfect moment. Louise doesn't realise the magic behind the doors of Hogwarts, and maybe, just maybe, she might even fit in with the people there more.

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11. Remember.

I didn't know what to say, Draco had no clue who I was, none at all. Nothing I could say to him would make the old him come back. This was too much for me, I looked at Draco again, my mouth opening to say something, but no words come out. Draco's father stands in front of us, looking pleased with himself. 

Draco's face turns into a sneer as he comes right up to my face, "I won't ask you again. Who are you? And why was my hand in yours?" The look of hatred in his eyes was something that I wasn't used to at all. A single tear slid down my cheek, I was moments away from completely breaking down. Just an hour ago, I had been in Draco's arms on the dance floor, and I had been so happy, now, everything had crashed down into a heap on the floor.

I didn't answer him, I just looked at him, and then turned back down the corridor, I needed to get away from him. I knew it wasn't his fault, but a part of me did blame him. I knew what he had been about to say before he had his memory wiped. He was going to say he loved me.

Hermione had told me about the obliviate spell, and that the effect cannot be reversed, the consequences can also be deadly if you do the spell wrong. Draco's father had obviously had enough practice that he did do it right. I needed to think of a plan, I could get Draco back. I could.

The Gryffindor tower was quiet when I went in, Hermione was still sat in a chair by the fire, reading a huge, thick, old book that looked complicated. Her face brightened immediately when she saw me.

"Louise!" She got up, putting the book on the table beside her, and ran over to me, throwing her arms around my shoulders, "How did it go?"

I hugged her back, tears started to slide down my cheeks, I felt sick, "Hermione, I don't know what to do."

It didn't take me long to tell her what had happened, she wasn't annoyed or disappointed, she understood. 

"Well, Louise..." She exhaled deeply, like she was about to say something really dramatic, "How much do you want him back? Is he actually worth it?"

I looked down at my lap, smoothing over the folds in my beautiful dress, which I had been dancing in just a few hours ago, "There is nothing I want more than to have him again, I don't know what I'd do without him."

Hermione brushed her hair back into a ponytail, "Well, we're going to have to make him remember, but I warn you, it might not work, and it might involve some public humiliation, you know what Malfoy is like. You're going to have to get him back to the places where you were together, just you two. It's going to take a lot of effort but I'm sure we can do it. Are you up for it?" She looked at me expectantly, her eyes looking excited but also quite sorry for me.

"Yes." I breathed out, pausing for a moment, "Yes, I'm up for it, I need to show that Lucius Malfoy that he can't tear us apart, even if Draco can't even remember me." Another tear slid down my cheek when I remembered Draco didn't know who I was, "Hermione, he was going to say he loved me, just before his father cast the spell."

At this, Hermione pulled me in for a tight hug, "I've never heard of Malfoy acting like this with anyone before, he must really love you, and he still does, he just doesn't know it." She pulled away, "Now, go get some sleep, we'll start the plan tomorrow."

I hardly slept that night, I was tossing and turning, remembering the words that had left Lucius Malfoy's lips, "Obliviate." Draco's face when he hadn't known who I was. Draco dancing with me and kissing me. Everything was so muddled in my brain.

At breakfast, everyone looked quite tired, I hadn't told Harry, Ginny or Ron about Draco yet, I wasn't sure if I was going to. Hermione had told me to try and talk to Draco at breakfast, because the Great Hall is where we first met.

As I entered the hall, the house tables where in their usual positions, my eyes scanned over them and I spotted Draco sat with his friends at the Slytherin one. His eyes met mine and he looked away immediately. I took a deep breath, I was going to have to go out of my comfort zone to do what I was about to do.

I walked right up to the Slytherin table and sat down, there was no rule at breakfast about other house pupils sitting at different tables. I had sat down right next to Draco, who was opposite Pansy Parkinson. She looked furious, as did he. I saw Hermione sat on the Gryffindor table, watching me carefully, making sure I didn't get into any trouble.

Draco turned to me, his sneer was bigger than ever, and it made his face almost ugly, well not ugly, Draco could never be ugly, but he didn't look the nicest, "What are you doing? You filthy little-" 

"Hello, my name is Louise. But you probably don't remember me." I took his hand and gave it a squeeze. Draco's eyes looked different for a moment, but they instantly went back to being cold and sinister.

He ripped his hand from mine, "What ARE you doing, you disgusting Gryffindor. Are you even a witch?" He looked disgusted at his hand touching mine, as he wiped it on his robes.

Pansy lent across the table, her face so close to Draco's she could have easily kissed him, he looked slightly taken aback and backed away a little, "No, she's not even magic Drakie. She's a muggle." Her voice sounded cold, like she'd just picked something disgusting off the bottom of her shoe.

Draco instantly slid away from me on the bench, "How are those things allowed in this school? My father will hear about this, mark my words." He got up, leaving his breakfast half-eaten, and left the hall immediately. I left moments after, heading back over the Gryffindor table, where Harry looked very confused.

 

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