Disclaimer: I got the inspiration for this story from an Asian Drama. The plot is, however, very different. The starting idea is from that drama, and the characters and the setting of the world comes, of course, from J.K. Rowling. Enjoy this story!

:Then I Woke Up:

Hermione groaned. A horrid headache made her want to cry as she hoisted herself up. She looked around. It looked like a hospital. A lot like St. Mungo's.

Her heart skipped a beat. It must have been some serious injury, whatever it was, for her to be at St. Mungo's rather than at the hospital wing.

How did she end up here, anyway? She strained to remember…right…that was it…

"I can't believe you, Malfoy!" she cried, her wand pointed at him. He smirked.

"Don't have to. It's not like I care about how a dirty little Mudblood thinks about me," he droned, and Goyle and Crabbe laughed goofily behind him.

That did it. Hermione waved her wand to hex him…but all she saw then was an explosion of light then…there was a blackout.

"That dastardly ferret!" cried Hermione angrily, frustrated at having been successfully hexed by Malfoy. "I'll get him…"

Just then, the door opened. And…a tall man walked in. He looked as if he was in his mid twenties, and had silver blond hair and pale skin…just like Draco Malfoy. He even looked a bit like him. He gave a big sigh of relief when he saw that Hermione was sitting in her bed.

"Oh, thank Merlin," he said, hurrying over to her bedside. "You woke up. Are you alright?"

"I'm…fine," she said. Up close, he looked even more like Malfoy. But that couldn't be. This man was clearly a lot older than him.

"Do you remember how you got hurt, baby?" he said anxiously. Hermione stared at him, startled. Did he just call her 'baby'?

"Who are you?" she said. He stared back at her in shock.

"You don't recognize me?"

"No."

"Really?"

"I swear, I've never seen you my whole life…though you do remind me of someone I know," she replied truthfully.

"Oh, who?" he asked.

"Just a boy at my school," she shrugged. The man looked absolutely horrified at once, which scared Hermione a bit.

"School?"

She nodded. "Hogwarts, of course."

Then, he did something strange. He got up from his chair and reached for a little button on Hermione's bedside table. Pressing it, he murmured, "could I have the Healer in here? Thanks."

"What's going on?" Hermione asked, absolutely confused, "who are you?"

He looked thoughtful for a moment before he seated himself again. "You said I remind you of someone else," he said finally, "who's that?"

"Draco Malfoy. I swear, you resemble him a lot," she replied.

He started laughing while Hermione stared at him, puzzled.

"Of course I do!" he laughed, "cut it out, Hermione, you can stop it now. Come on, let's take you home."

"What are you talking about?" said Hermione, starting to get irritated. Just then, the door opened and a woman in Healer's uniform entered.

"What's going on?" she barked.

"Well, Madame Fitzer, I thought something was wrong with her, but I think she's just joking," he smiled.

"Are you sure, Mister...er," Madame Fitzer looked down at her clipboard, "Draco Malfoy?" Hermione jumped.

"Draco Malfoy?" she cried, jumping up. Why did he look so much older? And why in the world did he call her 'baby'?

"Oh," said the Healer, "so something is wrong with her." She leaned closer to Hermione. "What is your name?"

"Hermione Granger. And that ferret hexed me! That's why I'm here!"

Madame Fitzer frowned at Malfoy.

"Of course not. And Granger's her maiden name," he explained at once.

"What?" cried Hermione, frowning.

"Next question," said the Healer, as if she did not even hear her, "how old are you?"

"I'm not married! What's this talk about maiden names?" cried Hermione.

"How old are you?" Madame Fitzer repeated.

"Sixteen."

There was a bit of silence.

"You have got to be kidding me," murmured Malfoy.

"I'll see if we can brew something up to get her back," said Madame Fitzer, getting up and preparing to leave.

"What the heck is going on?" Hermione was sick of being ignored.

"Okay, sweetie, here," he sat near her bed and spoke as if talking to a little child. "You're twenty-five and we got married two years ago, remember?"

ooo

"It seems as if she lost some of her memory," explained Madame Fitzer, tapping at her clipboard, "she only remembers up to a certain day from when she was sixteen."

"Then what can I do to get her memory back?" asked Draco desperately, "she doesn't know we got married, and she seems to hate me with a passion." He smirked a little as he remembered how she had called him "ferret" for the first time in years. "She loathed me back then."

Madame Fitzer rolled her eyes, "the same stories, really." She hoisted herself up in her seat. "We got some potion that we thought would help, but really, it hasn't helped her at all. In this case, we just have to wait and see if any of it comes back."

"Look, lady," said Draco darkly, "there has to be something you can do. Money's not a factor here."

"There's nothing I can do," shrugged the Healer.

ooo

When Draco returned to the room, Hermione was sitting up on the bed, staring into a hand-held mirror in shock. She didn't look sixteen anymore; she looked like she ought to be at the very least, twenty-one. Yet that ferret had told her that she was twenty-five. How was that possible?

"Hey," said Draco, getting closer. She jumped and stared at him as if disgusted.

"What have you done, Malfoy?" she spat, "what did you do to me? What's going on?"

"Well, the Healer says you've gone through a memory loss," he said softly, as if crooning a baby, "but it's alright, it'll come back to you."

"Stop being ridiculous," Hermione said airily, "there is no way..."

"I know it's hard to believe, but it's the truth, memory losses do occur, and-"

"No, not that!" she spat angrily, "I meant...why in the world did I marry you?"

ooo

"Ginny? Ginny!" Hermione cried, jumping off her bed, "is that really you?"

"Uh, yes, Hermione," smiled Ginny anxiously. She was in a slick red dress, she was so much taller, and...could that really be the fifteen-year old, crushing-on-Harry, brave Ginny?

'What's wrong with her?" Ginny mouthed at Draco. He sighed in return.

"She doesn't seem to remember anything since...some day from Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?" cried Ginny. She stared at Hermione in shock. "You really don't remember?"

"I remember you, of course, Ginny!" said Hermione, giving Ginny a tight hug.

"But she doesn't remember that we got married," Draco mumbled, irritated.

"It doesn't make sense!" cried Hermione. She hung on to Ginny, "I never liked that ferret! I liked Ron, remember?"

Ginny turned her head to Draco as if asking for help. Then, she sighed and turned to face Hermione. "Hermy, you broke up with him in year six or something, remember?"

"What?" Hermione's eyes widened. "Broke up? So I actually dated him?" For a second there she looked pretty excited, her cheeks turning pink.

"Hermione, sweetie, it lasted a month," Ginny explained, "then you started dating Draco here-"

"-but that doesn't make sense!"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "That's what I said then."

ooo

"Hermione? Are you okay?" called a familiar voice. Hermione fluttered her eyes open.

"Oh, hi, Ron," she said sheepishly, getting up.

"Hey, take it easy." Ron's voice seemed comforting.

"What happened? Where am I?" asked Hermione, scrunching up her face due to the horrid headache.

"You're in the hospital wing...and you were trying to hex Malfoy, and your curse backfired."

"Oh," she muttered, embarrassed. She clenched up her fists. "I'll get him, that stinking ferret!"

"I'll take care of him," grinned Ron, patting Hermione on her head. Their eyes met, and there was a bit of silence. He was leaning in...closer and closer. She closed her eyes, her heart beating so fast she was afraid he would hear it...