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She won't be in pain. If you will forget him

But it will be him who will suffer. Because he hurt you

MADAME     BONJOUR

This story is not confirmed by Wright whether it will be sad, romantic or something.

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The reason - Hoobstank

© themy butter

Sorry I hurt you

…It had been a long time since he had sat and stared at her with hope in his eyes.

Hope… that he thought she would wake up, he secretly entered the hospital room while the students and teachers were in the hall eating dinner.

But Draco wanted to spend all of this time remaining. Stay with her as long as possible, even though you know it will be futile. But he will wait for you, he wants you to wake up. And he will apologize to you. ...Draco intended it that way.

…5 hours ago

“Hi… Mudblood.” Draco and his minions walked in her direction.

Hermione turned her head to her left and looked at the sly faces of those men, filled with fear and anger as they snatched the book she was holding from her hand.

“Give me back my book,” she said harshly.

Draco looked at the thick old book in his hand and pursed his lips at it. Then turned to look at her face.

“Do you want it?” he asked her in a calm voice. He held out the book in front of her, “Take it.”

Hermione looked at it, alternating with his pale face and eyes, she slowly walked towards him and extended her hand. to take the book from his hand, but then he turned away. and threw the book with all his might before Hermione could stop him. Her book was stuck in the thick branches of the tree as Draco and his friends stood laughing.

She ran into his back. Continuing running towards that tree, Draco looked angrily at her running towards that tree. by chance Draco's eyes lowered as her wand fell to the grass. He bent down to pick it up and looked with satisfaction at her fumbling with her wand in her robes. Hermione turned to look at them and she saw her wand in his hand. Draco was fiddling with it.

With that ugly pursed mouth Hermione didn't care what he was doing and climbed up the tree hoping to bring down the book. Draco said to his friend with satisfaction.

"Then we'll watch that arrogant dirty blood fall from a tree."

Laughter erupted as Hermione carefully climbed up the tree, stepping on the branch. Her sweaty palms gripping the branch tightly, Hermione looked down, her heart pounding. It was quite tall, and besides being tall, Below was a steep hill with many rocks embedded in it, but she tried to ignore it.

She looked at the book she was stuck with and Hermione slowly reached her palm towards the book. As her feet moved closer so her hand could reach for the book. Just a little more and her fingers would almost touch it. But the foot that was moving slipped from the branch!

'Scream!'

Hermione fell from the tree, her body rolling down the steep slope. Before her body became still Draco's smile fell even as his friend continued to laugh at the sight he saw. It's not funny at all. His friends finally quieted down when they didn't see her body move to get up.

They looked at her with color on their faces, Draco slowly walked. before turning into running towards you He stood still as he slowly walked towards her body. Her face was pressed against the rock. Draco slowly bent down and grabbed her shoulders, turning her face to face him. Draco was taken aback as her pale face was covered in horrifying oozes of dark blood.

She was unconscious and he looked at her face alternating with that of the rock. Her head hit the rock hard, a trail of her blood soaked into the rough surface of the rock.

And that was the reason why she had to sleep in the hospital room even though it was an accident. But she has to be like this because of him. He didn't mean for it to be like this…he just did. For his fun, but his fun came at a high price. It wasn't worth it, Draco looked at her face.

He moved the blanket for her a little, even though he had never done anything like this. But because he felt guilty Even though he would never feel it, he did this…

Draco turned to look behind him when he heard the sound of shoes and the sound of someone talking softly. Draco hurried to hide next to her bed. He looked under the bed at Professor McGonagall. Madame Promfrey And Professor Dumbledore was walking towards her bed.

"How is she?" McGonagalle asked Madam Pomfrey about Hermione's condition.

“I think we should take her to a Muggle hospital,” Madam Pomfrey said. “She fell out of a tree by accident. Her head hitting the rock hard may have had a negative effect on her brain. I think it would be better to give her muggle treatment. St. Mungo's doesn't offer treatment for wizards who have accidents like this. She's been asleep for five hours.

I don't know if she'll sleep like this for a long time. She might not wake up.”

"I think so," Dumbledore said quietly. and worried, "We're sending Miss Granger to a Muggle hospital tonight. When she's well, we'll bring her back."

Draco looked shocked when he heard those words.

2 months later

Harry stood talking about something with Professor McGonagall. He looked a little happy, but McGonagall didn't feel at ease at all. She said something in a tone of regret, causing Harry's smile to fade away. McGonagall looked at Harry's distressed face. Harry pitifully But this matter is beyond the ability of any professor to help.

“I'm just as sad as you guys. Mr. Potter,” McGonagall walked further and further away. Harry then turned and walked back into the hall. He walked sadly towards the Gryffindor table. Ron, more eager to know than anyone else, stood up and walked over to Harry before he had even reached the table.

“Harry McGonagall, what do you say?” Ron's expression was as grim as Harry's and everyone at the Gryffindor table was waiting for him to tell them about Hermione. concern

"She's… fine," Harry said quietly. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

“So…when are you coming back?” Seamus asked.

“Tonight…” said a calm, almost gloomy voice.

Everyone was delighted that Hermione was returning to Hogwarts, including Draco, who was sitting with his back to the nearby Slytherin table. He overheard them talking and he was glad that she was coming back. He will apologize to her for what happened.

Harry looked at his friends, who were all smiling because they were happy that Hermione was coming back. He didn't want the sight in front of him to disappear. He didn't want to repeat McGonagalle's final words to his friends, but they all needed to know what else had happened. Harry walked over and sat on the bench next to his friend. Dean, who couldn't see that Harry was smiling like everyone else, asked curiously.

"Harry, aren't you happy that Hermione is coming back?"

"Smile, friend. Hermidon is coming back," Neville said.

Everyone turned to look at Harry. They lowered their smiles and looked suspiciously at his face. Harry still didn't smile. He really couldn't bring himself to accept it.

"Is there something you haven't told us?" Ron asked.

Harry remained silent as he watched the eyes of his friends waiting for him to say what he had been missing. Everyone was waiting, and so was Draco. Harry let out a breath and looked at all of his friends' faces.

"Hermione," Harry swallowed thickly. He lowered his head and raised his head again, “You don't recognize us. She doesn't remember anything. Even yourself.”

Draco took his hand off the knife and fork against the plate. His jaw dropped when he heard those words from Harry's mouth. What does that mean? Draco hurriedly got up and left the hall where Pansy was sitting talking with Millicent. He turned to look suspiciously at the back of Draco who had walked away.

“Draco, Draco, where are you going?” she called out to him. But Draco didn't seem to hear him walk past the door. Before Pansy was able to summon him,

At the Gryffindor table, everyone looked sad when Harry said that Hermione had lost all her memories. She didn't recognize anyone. She didn't even know she was a witch. She might be surprised to learn that she wasn't like any other ordinary person. But Harry tried to tell her that she would be the same, that she would remember everything. If you come back here

It's just that it takes time...

Draco looked at his own face reflected in the mirror. He couldn't understand why he had to do this if she couldn't remember anything anymore. That meant she didn't remember him either. He will never be in her memory, all his evil will fade from her memory.

But he felt guilty and wanted to punish himself. Draco walked out of the men's bathroom. He walked outside the castle and walked towards the place where those events had taken place. The images of that day flashed clearly in his mind. Draco walked over to the tree and her thick book he had thrown at it stuck to the branch.

If he didn't do that then everything wouldn't be so bad. He is evil. He hurt her that she had to be like Harry said because of him. Draco climbed up a tree and reached for a thick book. He jumped down without fear of harm. He looked at the book in his hand.

The image of her trying to reach for it before she fell from the tree flashed through his heart. The young man felt that he was experiencing a feeling similar to pain. ...Is it that painful? Just see that picture. He must have felt that way or the two months before he had hurt her. Make her be like that

But now he just thought of her image. Must he feel pain at all?

The boy withdrew his eyes from the book in his hand. He walked down the steep slope that her body had rolled down, she must have been in great pain. Both physically and mentally His eyes scanned the area, which was filled with stumps of rocks embedded in the ground. Draco imagined her body slamming into them. He walked slowly until he reached his destination. The boy crouched down.

He looked at the rock where A's head had hit so hard, the traces of her blood still remaining. He reached out his hand and gently touched it, and an image flashed in his mind of her dark blood flowing from her head. His friends ran away when they saw the blood streaming down her face. Even though he should have helped her.

He should have carried her to the infirmary but he didn't. It was only because he was afraid of the offense he had committed that he ran after his friend. Leaving her unconscious like that, he ran away without hesitation, not thinking of helping. He didn't even look back at her. He didn't do what a contrite person should do.

Until someone saw her, which was Hagrid. Draco wasn't sure if Hagrid had witnessed the pranks he and his friends had on her, but it had been two months and no one seemed to know. …He is sorry and he is sorry.

Each student took his or her seat at the table. Draco sighed again and again. He turned left and right, looking for the person he wanted to see, he was waiting for her. As with the Gryffindor students, none of them seldom touched food except Ron. But today he doesn't seem to be paying much attention to the food because he's waiting for her…

Draco, too, had hardly eaten anything. Because I keep looking up for you

“Draco, what are you looking at? When will she eat? Dinner's already finished." Pansy looked at him suspiciously. Before turning back to drinking the pumpkin juice in his glass, Draco didn't even bother to listen to her. He's been waiting like crazy. When will she come? He stops looking and sits on his chin instead.

“I have something to tell you. They must be missing some friends. For them, I don't want to waste time. But I just want to say…” Dumbledore said gently, Draco listened with a heavy heart. “No matter how much a person has changed or even if another person can't remember anything, I believe that the feelings of people who can't remember anything are still the same. They can only feel it if you convey it. it came out

And I would like to welcome you, Hermione Granger. Return to Hogwarts.”

The Gryffindor students' applause was loud. Some people even stood up when they saw Hermione standing in front of them. Even though her face looked unfamiliar to this place and everyone, she tried to smile at everyone who looked at her. McGonagall put an arm around her shoulder and spoke softly.

“Go find your friends, they have been waiting for you for a long time.”

Hermione looked at the Gryffindor table. She looked at the black-haired boy who wore glasses and the red-haired boy. And the other people sitting looked up at her and smiled at her. Even though she couldn't remember anything, she felt warm in her heart. Hermione walked over to the Gryffindor table where her friends were. Sitting, she sat down next to them.

"Welcome back to Gryffindor House, Hermione. I'm Neville Longbottom," Neville said, smiling.

"Thank you, Neville," Hermione replied with a smile.

“Hermione, we will take care of you. Don't worry about her, I'm Ron Weasley,” Ron introduced himself and turned to his sister. “This is my younger sibling, Ginny Weasley. You two are close friends in case you ever need to discuss something feminine. Ginny will help you.”

Hermione turned to face Ginny. The two of them smiled at each other and then she turned to look at the dark-haired boy who wore glasses. He and she smiled at each other.

"And what is your name?" Hermione asked softly.

“I'm Harry Potter. You don't have to tense up. We will all be keeping a close eye on her,” Harry said.

Everyone at the Gryffindor table introduced their names and told her stories about the place, so much so that she couldn't remember what their names were. They all told stories of the many heroic deeds we had done together from year one to seven. Hermione felt very warm. They made her not feel as uncomfortable as she had thought since. She was greeted warmly by them at first, and Hermione sat and watched them enjoy their meal.

She smiled at the sight she saw, then she felt like she was being watched by the eyes of the person sitting at the other table. She turned to look at that person. Then she smiled at him… Those pale eyes held nothing more than an apology, but she didn't seem to know this feeling. He didn't smile.

But avoiding her eyes, he turned to look in another direction. Hermione then lowered her smile and looked away in confusion, which she didn't care about at all.

When it was time for them to rest, Dumbledore had all the students return to their dormitories. Each house came out of the hall one by one. Hermione walked out of the hall along with her friends. She followed behind them and was about to walk back to the dorm. She turned to look behind her.

The blonde boy quickly turned away and walked back into the group of friends, so Hermione turned around and followed her friend. When she returned to the dormitory, she started to ask her friends about that young man. But she still hesitated because she thought that she would just go and get to know him behind her friends, so she went up to the dormitory. To sleep and rest…

Draco sat with his knees hugged on his four poster bed in the dark. He pulled the curtains closed around the bed and sat alone. He's thinking of you. He didn't dare to smile at her in the hall, he couldn't resist doing it. He's glad she's recovered. Even though all the memories were gone, everything in her mind might not be the same. The young man intended that he would make an appointment to meet her tomorrow.

He would apologize to her tomorrow and if she remembered Draco. Malfoy who can no longer have bad habits Therefore, he will become a boy who is good to her only to her. He will start over. Not showing her bad behavior, not teasing her like he used to do. And he would take all that was hers, that thick old book. her magic wand

Go return it to her tomorrow, from tomorrow… everything will be better than the past two months… Draco hopes so.

Today is a holiday…

Hermione sat in the common room, eating her food. At the same time, she tried to revive old memories, although it didn't work and gave her a headache. She stopped for a moment and turned to look at her friends who were talking about something. He was talking about Quidditch, which she didn't really understand, so she didn't care. At that moment, a hawk owl flew up and dropped a letter in front of her. Hermione looked suspiciously at it as it flew away. She thought it might be... will fly back to its owner

It might have been sitting in the hall, but it flew out of the hall. She didn't know who the owl belonged to. Hermione turned her attention to the small rolled up piece of paper. A letter from a mysterious person, she picked it up and unwrapped it. Begin to read the contents of the letter quietly.

Come meet me by the lake. Please don't tell anyone...

From Draco Malfoy Slytherin

Hermione folded the letter down and put it in her jeans pocket. She turned to look at her friends who were still talking. So he took this opportunity to sneak out of the hall. She didn't know where the lake was, but she was in the right place because she asked the students passing by in the hallway. Hermione was standing at the edge of the lake.

which is quite devoid of people She saw no one except the blond boy standing with his back to her. Throwing a stone into the water, she stood looking at him. Then an image of someone flashed into her head. It was fast and blurry, like someone throwing something. Hermione shook her head quickly as she felt a throbbing headache.

She walked towards that person. The girl stopped behind him.

“Hi,” she greeted timidly.

The young man standing with his back to her stopped throwing rocks. But he still didn't turn to look at her.

"You know someone named…"Hermione reached into her bag for the letter she had received and read the name of the person who had sent it to her. "Draco Malfoy. He belongs to Slytherin."

Hermione stood and looked at him. He didn't answer anything. Besides standing quietly, he slowly turned to look at her with calm eyes.

“You…I remember you.”

Draco looked alarmed. When you say that Did she remember him then?

“She was in Slytherin. I saw her yesterday. So… you must know someone named Draco Malfoy, right?” Hermione continued until she finished.

clear brown eyes Draco stared into her eyes, she still didn't recognize him. Surprisingly, he felt relieved. Hermione stared at him, she was waiting to hear his answer. But before he could say anything The image of the young man in front of her flashed into her head as he was standing there laughing with his friends and everything faded from her mind again. Hermione didn't understand that. Why did she only see his image, even though before she had focused on so many thoughts, she didn't see anything? It was empty. different from now

When she met him, she began to see memories of only him. Hermione closed her eyes tightly as she began to feel a headache again and pressed her palms against her temples slightly. To relieve her headache

“It's me...the person you're looking for.”

His calm, almost cold voice spoke. Hermione looked up, she looked at his face in bewilderment. It feels strange when she's standing here with the two of them. She feels like she's not safe around him. She feels like she wants to walk away from here.

Hermione took a step back so that she could stand a bit further away from him. The boy silently looked at her actions. Staring into those brown eyes, he knew she was worried. She is distrusting him.

“How are you…?” the young man said in a bitter tone.

Hermione looked at him. She raised her eyebrows slightly and thought that he and she had probably known each other before. He asked her a question that looked like he was worried about her.

"I was… fine earlier. I felt… hurt all over. I don't remember anything since I woke up," said Hermione, wrapping her arms around herself. She rubbed the palm of her hand lightly on her arm.

Draco listened to her tone. It looked like she was really hurt.

"Do we know each other?" Hermione asked curiously.

Draco nodded slowly in response.

"Are we friends or… Malfoy?" Her uncertain tone asked and she said his name.

The young man was silent, not knowing how to answer her. He knew she was asking him because she wanted to confide. She probably didn't want to hang out and talk to anyone, he thought.

“Not really.” He forced a smile at her a little in order to make the atmosphere between him and her not feel uncomfortable.

Hermione nodded slowly. She looked at him incomprehensibly. His expression was so distant that she thought he and she weren't like friends at all. I'm not a lover either.

“What business do you have with me?” she asked.

Draco's eyes narrowed and he reached into his black robes. Hermione saw that he had taken out a book and a wand. She looked at the items in his hand. Then slowly her eyes shifted to his face. The boy looked at her face again, he knew that she was suspicious. And he was about to tell her.

“This is yours. You want it back from me.”

Draco said and he handed it to her. Hermione looked at it again and his image flashed in her mind. The sight of him handing her this book made her frown. because of a headache Hermione reached out and took it. She hugged it to her chest. before looking at his face that looked like he wanted to say something to her

“I don't know if it was ever mine and I don't know what's wrong with us,” said Hermione in a sad tone. “Sorry. That I don't remember anything at all.”

Draco looked at her face. His heart pounded in his chest, he couldn't imagine what would happen if he confessed everything, would she hate him? Or would she forgive him? If possible, he wanted to choose the latter, no matter how she felt. He just asked to tell her the truth. Apologizing to you is enough...

"Why are you sorry? It's not your fault," Draco began, sounding pained. “I am the one who should say those words.”

Hermione looked at him, not understanding what this was all about. The young boy took a deep breath. It was as if he had many words to say to her all at once.

"I know how hurt you are, Granger," he took a small step towards her, "I know what happened to you."

“What do you mean?” she asked softly.

“If I hadn't teased her that day, she wouldn't be like this,” he said, “that she would be like this. It's because of me."

“What happened…to me?” Hermione looked at him with a slight disappointment. She took a few steps back.

“I threw that book away from you. Then it froze in the tree. She ran towards the tree and climbed up. While me and my friend were laughing at her.” He looked at her face the whole time. His every word echoed in her head, “I let her climb up and get that book by herself. I watched her from a distance with amusement.

I guess she couldn't and it was true. She fell from the tree. But it's not just that.” The young man stopped talking. When he started to see tears welling up in her eyes, he knew she was disappointed. “I saw her body slide down the steep hill. Before her body stopped and I came to look at her.”

"To serve me or what?" said Hermione coldly.

The young boy shook his head slowly. and began to speak

“I…I saw her blood, her head hit the rock hard. I was shocked. I…so I ran away. I didn't intend for it to happen like this. I didn't think it would be this bad, I…” The young man said awkwardly.

Hermione looked at him disappointedly.

“I know I hurt you. I hurt you, I made you lose all your memories. I…I'm sorry." Draco took a step towards her but she backed away. "I'm sorry. Please, forgive me. Please forgive me. I really want to apologize to you, Granger.”

The girl shook her head, covering her ears with her palms. As her tears began to flow down the curve of her cheeks.

“I didn't want things to turn out like this. All that I've done Because I…I,” Draco tried to explain to her. But she just shook her head and cried.

“Why didn't you even think about helping me?” the girl said in a trembling voice, not understanding.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm afraid… I don't want anyone to know about this. I know I was wrong,” he said with a truly remorseful expression and expression. “I'm sorry. If you'll forgive me from now on, I will be nice to you. I won't hurt you again. I…I swear.”

Hermione looked at him, she didn't know what to do. She knew he was remorseful. But she was feeling disappointed. How could he do that? Did he see that she had no feelings? Just as she was thinking about it carefully, a voice suddenly called out to her in shock.

“Hermione!”

The girl turned to look behind her as her friends looked at her in shock. Ron and Harry ran ahead of the others. Before Semusdine, Ginny, Parvati, Padma, and Neville came running after them. Ron looked furious when he saw that she was with the enemy. And the more he saw her tears, the more furious he became.

Hermione was helpless. She quickly wiped away her tears.

“What did you do to her? Malfoy!" Ron said in an angry voice. “Why are you crying?”

“He just gave me something back. It's nothing, Ron," said Hermione, trying to calm him down.

Ron turned to look at her in surprise. and asked in a softer voice

“If he just returned the things to her, then why did she have to cry?”

She didn't answer and her eyes flickered to the blonde boy's face. Theron turned to look at Draco again, angrily.

“Don't mess with her again. We don't want her to have to remember your bad actions so she won't know who you are. From now on, you will only remember us, and you will not exist in your life. Actually, I thought it was too bad that you didn't remember us, but then again, I think it might have an advantage.” Ron said with satisfaction.

"I don't want the Mudblood to remember me, Weasel."

In the blink of an eye Ron rushed over and grabbed Draco by the collar. He raised his fist. He prepared to punch the person who had provoked him in the face, but Hermione, who had been watching them, rushed over and grabbed Ron's arm where he was preparing to punch the blond boy in order to prevent him from hurting him. Draco and spoke impatiently

“He came to apologize to me!!”

Ron turned to look at her in confusion. He released his hand from the collar of the shirt he had nearly punched and lowered the hand he was preparing to slam into Draco's face. Hermione cried. She sobbed in front of them, the blonde boy looked at her with unreadable eyes. While Ron and the others still didn't understand what she said, Hermione lowered her head and spoke in a trembling voice.

“He just came to apologize to me that he had done wrong to me, that's all, I cried. Because I'm just…”Hermione looked up at Ron, “Disappointed.”

Ron turned to look at Draco again, not quite believing that this man would apologize to her. The two young men stared at each other as if they were going to eat blood, so Hermione spoke up again.

“Ron, can I talk to him first? It's personal.”

Ron took a step back. He didn't turn to look at her and walked back into the group of friends who were watching the scene. Hermione turned to look at them. Then she looked back at the blonde boy.

“I don't know what happened in the past. I don't know if it was good or bad between you and me. But I forgive you,” she said in a shaky voice, her tears welling up again. “Thank you for coming to apologize to me when I didn't even know what exactly happened.”

She and he stared at each other for a long time. She stared at him with regretful eyes, but he looked at her with an expression she couldn't guess. She really didn't know what he was thinking. She could only see the coldness in those pale eyes. Hermione closed her eyes to chase away the tears. Since he and she had nothing to talk about, Hermione turned her back on him.

She was about to take a step back towards her friend when she felt her wrists being pulled behind her back. Hermione inadvertently spun around. Her body turned towards him and she was met with the embrace of the blond boy. Hermione was shocked by his actions but she allowed him to hold her. Draco whispered the same last words as that he and she must part

“Please, don't remember me, forget me and I will forget you.”

Draco backed away from her body. Hermione didn't understand his feelings at all, what did he really want? What did he want to tell her? That's what he said What is it, why must she forget him? Hermione stood looking at him, not understanding. Draco turned his back on her and looked at the lake with cold, pale eyes. Hermione thought it was time for her to leave.

She walked back to her friends and they walked back into the castle. Only the blond boy stood still as he turned and came again. and looked at her walking away like….painful

She might forget him. Soon the boy wanted her to forget him. Forget his evil But how could he forget her?

…when he…

...I've secretly loved you for so long...

***The end***