DISCLAIMER: Don't own Harry Potter, never said I did. Oh, and I don't own the plot idea of losing one's memory (which could be taken from a lot of movies or TV shows like Buffy the Vampire Slayer to name but one). Nevertheless, I do own the plot of this story with the exceptions mentioned above. Thank you.

Author's Note: Hey, hello, welcome back my dear readers and reviewers! Hopefully you'll enjoy this story as much as or even more than "And then we were defeated."

This is the SEQUEL to the story "And then we were defeated," if you haven't read the story you might have difficulty to understand the first chapter, but if you ignore those tiny bits and pieces that might not seem logical without some background knowledge, you can live happily ever after.

However, this story is completely different to what I have ever written before. It's not a drama, but a romance and there will be loads of humour in it (hopefully). As this is a writing style totally new to me, I'd ask you to tell me if it is well written or if (and what!) there is something to approve. If anybody who is a writer themselves wants to volunteer to give me tips and maybe to have a look at my chapters before I actually post them here, I will be awfully glad and thankful.

Oh, and I'm not a native speaker, my mother-tongue is German, so please ignore Grammar mistakes or anything else that might sound wrong…if it is too horrible then tell me in your review or feel free to email. [[email protected]]

Please, do me the favour and review, it means so much to me and it helps me to write the next chapters. Constructive Criticism is always welcome and very much appreciated and while you're at it why don't you check out some of my other stories?

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MARRIED?!

Chapter 1

Lost Memories

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It was an unusually hot summer day in Yorkshire with the sun shinning brightly from the deep blue sky. Tiny little bees zoomed through the air, landing on flowers, which filled the air around them with their intoxicating smells of lavender, poppies, cornflowers and pimpernels. Birds sat high up in the trees chirping and twittering to greet each other and nothing disturbed the peaceful scenery.

Nothing?

Well, if one took a closer look and went a little down the narrow shortcut leading to the river a few miles from here, one would suddenly find a young couple lying under one of the huge willows growing beside the path. A young man and a girl of approximately the same age – a careful observer would see that they could hardly be older than 18 – lay huddled sleeping in the shadows of the ancient trees. For some reason unknown to us, the handsome blond male was still dressed in his pyjamas and a heavy dark cloak was draped around his shoulders, while the girl was wearing a horribly dirty and torn, but fine and obviously expensive dress. She was clutching tightly the blonde's arm as if never ever to let go of him again and, with a little snore, curled up beside him, moving even closer towards him.

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Draco Malfoy was woken by some stray rays of sunlight which had found their way through the branches and leaves above him and seemed to tickle his nose so that he would finally get up to rise and shine himself. Unluckily for the sun, Draco Malfoy didn't even think a split second about the nice weather or his beautiful surroundings. Lazily he opened his eyes and yawning tried to stretch, but something heavy clung to his right side and  wouldn't let him move. He slowly turned to face whatever was there lying next to him, but the sight awaiting him made him scream in horror as he shot into a sitting position.

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Hermione, on the other hand, didn't have the luck to be peacefully woken like Draco. In fact, she was quite shocked when a sudden yell of fear and horror brought her rudely back to reality.

"What?!" she shouted exasperatedly.

"There…" a blonde boy whispered anxiously pointing with a trembling finger at her shoulder. Hermione turned her face in slow motion to peek at her shoulder.

"A bug? You scare the hell out of me because of a bug?!" she cut in and flipped the bug from her shoulder with an annoyed flick of her hand. She was immensely annoyed. Hermione eyed the blonde curiously and picking some grass out of her hair she eventually asked "Oh, and by the way, who are you anyways?"

Draco looked at her disbelievingly as if this was the stupidest question ever asked.

"I'm…" He stopped. Draco was sure this girl was supposed to know him and he knew her as well, but as he started to protest and tell her so, he suddenly found out that he couldn't remember his name. "I'm…" he made another effort and yet again he couldn't finish his reply.

"Don't you have a name or is there a reason why you don't want to tell me?" Hermione asked and raised an eyebrow. "And look at what you're wearing." She chuckled.  "How did you get here?"

"I…I don't know." Stammered Draco for the first time realizing that he was in his pyjamas. Who was this girl that dared to ask him things like that? Gaining back his usual self-confidence he glared at her and decided that the best defence was still to attack. "And who are you? Oh, and while you're at it, would you mind to let go of my sleeve, please? You wrinkle it even more!"

Instantly Hermione let go of Draco and blushing she answered "My name is…is…, well, …I, I think I don't know either." Draco looked at her, his eyes wide and Hermione herself couldn't believe what she had just said. Confused she raised her hand and touched her forehead. "Honestly…I…I can't remember."

Draco snorted. He could feel, that she was familiar to him, but he couldn't put a finger on it. He knew the sound of her voice and the way she tucked loose strands of her hair behind her ear. With a sigh, he got to his feet and brushed the dirt of his clothes. Then he extended a hand to Hermione and after hesitating a second, she took it and he helped her up.

"You're wearing a ring." He stated as he felt something smooth and cool against his palm. "Are you married or engaged or something?"

Hermione frowned but took a look at her hand and there a wonderful platinum ring greeted her sight. It sparkled in the sunlight and then, all of a sudden, the memories hit her. She saw Draco kneeling in front of her, looking very earnest and slipping the ring on her finger and she could hear him say those words…'Hermione, do you want to marry me?'. The words echoed in her head and she blinked a few times before she realized that Draco stood very close to her, his hands gripping her shoulders gently. He was looking at her with worry in his stormy grey eyes.

"Are you all right?" he asked her again as he finally saw that her eyes began to focus on him.

"I think so. And, by the way, I think my name is Hermione. Oh, and it might very well be that we're married, or at least, engaged?" She had hurried to get the words out, not daring to look at him, but fixing her gaze on the green grass below instead.

"Pardon?" he let go of her and took a step back. He had very well understood what Hermione had said, although it had been a rather blurry mixture of vowels and consonants, but it took him a second to digest the meaning of her words.

"I think my name is Hermione." She repeated dutifully and more slowly.

"Yeah, I think I got that part." He was nervous and not sure if he could trust, let alone believe this strange woman. His hands were sweaty. Then he looked at his fingers. There was no ring. He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or not, but as he raised his head and his eyes met hers and he managed to squeeze out "I don't think we're married. I don't wear a ring, you see." he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Oh." Hermione felt uncomfortable. She had no clue where she was, something was obviously wrong with her memory and she made a complete fool of herself. At least, she had found out her name by now and that she was engaged (if not more) to a pretty handsome blonde young man who was horribly afraid of black bugs and who was still wearing pyjamas. The whole situation was surreal. And ridiculous.

"Well, we could be married after all, you see, maybe I just don't wear a ring." Draco hurried to add. Nervously he started pacing around unsure of what else to do.

"Hm. Do you want to stay here or what do you suppose we do next? Pacing around won't help us much, you know." Hermione stated in a bossy sort of voice.

Draco stopped abruptly. "Well, then what do you suggest we do, Miss-know-it-all?"

"I mean, we still don't know how we got here, at least I don't know and so far you don't seem to know what's going on either. have you already bothered to search in your pockets for any hints?"

Hell, was he really engaged to such an annoying woman? He grumbled silently, but dug his hands in the pockets of his pyjamas and afterwards into those in his cloak. Within seconds his hands touched the smooth wooden surface of his wand and his body stiffened as tiny bits of memories flooded his mind. He was at Mr. Ollivander's buying his wand and then in a classroom practicing levitating feathers and transfigurating various objects. Someone rather rudely called him Malfoy and then the sugary voice of a girl calling him 'Draco'.

"Hey, what's the happened? Did you see something?" Hermione asked excitedly.

"I'm a wizard." he mumbled and meeting Hermione's questioning gaze he pulled out his wand to show it to her, he added with a smirk. "Oh, and just to make sure I don't forget about it again: My name is Draco Malfoy." 

Hermione grinned at him. "Might very well be that my name's Malfoy then, too, hm?"

Draco shrugged. "Maybe." He felt queer being with Hermione. For lovers they acted quite strange around each other, but on the other hand, only a few minutes ago he hadn't even known his own name.

"And is there anything else in your pockets? Money? Food or anything? I'm starving."

"I'm afraid, there's nothing but my wand."

"I see. Well, then what do we do now, Draco?"

"Unless you want to stay here any longer we'd better start getting away from here. I've got the suspicion that we're not here voluntarily, Hermione. Maybe somebody is after us. Have you taken a closer look at yourself? You're bruised all over and you look horrible. And I guess I don't have the habit of leaving home with nothing on but my silk pyjamas and a cloak." he replied moodily.

"Smart ass. Don't you think I've thought that over, too? No need to be so beastly about it. Do you have any idea where we should go now? I have no clue where we are so I can't possible know how to get out of here. Goodness, I can't believe we're engaged."

Draco stared at her and frowned. Her eyes had changed to an even darker shade of brown and her cheeks were flushed. Draco had to admit that she looked pretty. Hermione wasn't the type of girl he would call beautiful, but she had something that intrigued him and there was definitely more to her than met the eye. He grinned, this could get interesting. "Well, then let's go down there and we'll see what we get out of it, okay?"

Hermione nodded and went ahead, Draco following her closely giving her a once-over from behind.