A/N: Despite the fact that I have already started two separate fanfictions, I had to write this. This story came to me late one night and it has been bugging me ever since. I would ask that if you dislike my story, refrain from flames and read another fanfiction. I appreciate all comments including constructive criticism but flames are just plain mean. I hope this story proves to be interesting. I am excited to write it and I have outlined what will happen for the next 11 chapters or so. I hope you all enjoy! Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I am a high school student, not the brilliant J.K. Rowling. I own nothing but the plot.

This is Just a Sick Joke, Right?

Rays of warm sunshine pooled into the large expanse of the room. A young woman and man lay together amiss a tumble of white sheets and pillows. The larger green comforter was crumpled on the floor and the smell of roses enchanted the room. All was calm and quiet as man and woman's soft sleepy breaths evenly filled the room. As the sun continued to rise and the light slowly reached the bed, the girl began to awaken...

Hermione Granger leaned into the warm chest she was resting against. The feeling of being encased by strong arms was wonderful, to say the least. She took in a deep breath and was overwhelmed by the smell of pine and something else that was quite elegant. She smiled as she pushed her face into the man's chest and inhaled once again. She yawned and stretched her arms, feeling complete bliss take over her senses. She opened her eyes to look up at the man she loved. Her eyes widened in shock. The familiar red hair and freckles that she was expecting to see were anything but so. Instead she saw the shockingly blonde hair and astute features of none other than Draco Malfoy, her long time enemy. Hermione nearly screamed as she placed her hand over her mouth. She had to bite her finger harshly to prevent herself from screaming in horror. She quickly removed herself from his arms and jumped up from the bed. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, hoping that she had only imagined things. Unfortunately Malfoy was still there, in what she assumed was her bed, when she opened her eyes. She pinched herself and yelled.

"Shit!" she mumbled under her breath as she watched him start to shift.

Malfoy lifted his head and smiled at her. Smiled? What the bloody hell? Hermione stared at him in shock. "Hermione, love, come back to bed. It's Saturday morning, neither of us have to work, so let's just relax." He patted the spot beside him as he slowly sat up. Hermione looked at him as though he had just sprouted wings. Malfoy had just called her love, but more importantly he had just called her by her given name. What kind of sick demented dream was this? Malfoy cocked his eyebrow and frowned. "Hermione, love, are you feeling alright?"

"Stop calling me that Malfoy!" Hermione said angrily. Malfoy looked taken aback.

"I'm not sure why you are angry with me Hermione but I can assure you that if we talk about it, it will make things much easier. The last time you called me Malfoy in anger was along time ago. I thought you were using that name affectionately now?" he said dejectedly. "Unless you've forgotten the other night..." he smirked slightly. Hermione felt disgust overwhelm her.

"I don't know what the hell you are talking about Malfoy. What kind of sick joke is this?" Hermione felt herself becoming angrier and angrier. Malfoy looked at her in shock.

"You are serious about this, aren't you?" He asked quietly.

"You bloody bet I am. What the hell is going on here?" Hermione growled at him. She watched his facial reactions closely, why did he look upset? What did he want from her? They were bloody enemies for Merlin's sake!

"Hermione… I don't understand what you are talking about. I don't know what's going on because you haven't bloody told me…" He looked slightly irritated but then said, "I'm sorry, I know you hate it when I say bloody." Hermione felt herself taken aback once again. Malfoy had just apologized to her because he knew something bothered her. What was this nightmare? Where was the Malfoy she knew? Where was Ron? Harry? Ginny? Anyone she felt comfortable with?

"Why are you in my bed?" Hermione said angrily.

"Your bed? What is going on Hermione? This is our bed. This is our room. This is our house. " He looked confused. Hermione felt confused and slightly pissed. What was he trying to play at? Malfoy was playing with her mind. She watched as he got up. He was only wearing boxers. She blushed from anger and embarrassment. She had been sleeping in some bed with Malfoy, a very unclothed Malfoy. She looked down at herself, and she realized that she was only wearing a thin, almost see through, nightgown. She immediately tried to cover herself.

"Malfoy this is not our house. This is your house. Why the hell am I here? In your f—king bed? What kind of joke is this?" Hermione said furiously. She was tired of this evasiveness. Why couldn't he just tell her what was happening? This was to far. Malfoy handed her a warm cloak.

"Are you cold love?" He asked sounding concerned and completely disregarding her comment for the moment. She glared at him and his eyes only looked back at hers with concern. She snatched it from him and wrapped herself in it.

"Don't ignore my bloody question Malfoy." Hermione said angrily. She didn't care about his temporary kindness.

"Hermione I told you this is your house. This isn't a joke, unless you are trying to pull one over on me? But I'll let you know this isn't funny. You're my wife, Hermione. We live together. We share the same room and the same bed." Malfoy took a step towards her. Hermione stood there gaping at him.

"I. Am. Not. Married. To. You." She said through clenched teeth. Malfoy stopped trying to come towards her. He looked taken aback. "I love Ron. I would never marry you. Not in a million years! You are a foul git. This is some sick joke. You are demented. You are a pureblood supremacist and a bloody Death Eater. I would never marry the likes of you." Hermione said venomously. Hermione felt bad for a moment when she saw the crestfallen look that consumed Malfoy's face.

"Well if that's how you bloody feel about it then leave. Do you want a divorce? Is this what your trying to tell me? You could have come out and just said it that way, instead of pretending that you remember nothing. Wait… Do you not remember anything about us?" His voice cracked as he spoke. He sounded so conflicted, so broken and even hopeful for a moment. Hermione's brow furrowed.

"Why would I remember us? There never was an 'us.' " Hermione said confidently, "Oh and yes I would like a divorce, if we even are married." Malfoy's face fell. He actually looked as though he might cry. Hermione suddenly felt guilty.

"Okay." Was the only thing he said to her. He then quickly got up and walked into a room that she believed to be the master bath. Hermione ran to the fireplace. She grabbed some floo powder and shouted her destination.

Ginny Potter looked up to the sound of someone flooing into her living room.

"Hermione! Are you okay? Is something wrong?" Ginny stood up as quickly as a pregnant woman could and ran over to her friend. Hermione momentarily forgetting her dilemma looked at her friend in surprise. Since when had Ginny been pregnant? Harry and Ginny had only been married a few months, had they not? Hermione would have thought that they would have waited a bit longer, especially with Ginny's Quiddich career blooming.

"Gin since when did you get pregnant! Why didn't you tell me?" Hermione blatantly ignored Ginny's question for the moment. Ginny raised an eyebrow.

"Hermione I did tell you, three months ago. Remember? You told me that you and Draco were talking about starting a family too," Hermione looked at Ginny with horror etched across her face," Are you feeling all right Hermione? Did something happen with Draco?" Ginny looked very concerned. Ginny had just called Malfoy, Draco. What the bloody hell? And she had just said that Hermione and Malfoy were thinking about having a kid? What the hell was going on here?

"Ginny please tell me that this is some joke. I'm not married to Malfoy, am I?" Hermione said praying for it to all be a fraud. A dream. Anything but reality.

"Hermione… You married Draco a year ago…yesterday was your one-year anniversary, actually. Did something happen with Draco? Did you hit your head?"

"I've been married to Malfoy for a year? Wait… How long have you and Harry been married, last I knew you had only been married for 7 months… " Hermione felt her heart rate increase.

"Hermione you are scaring me. Harry and I are celebrating our two-year anniversary in one month. Hermione are you telling me that you've forgotten the past year and a half of your life?"

"I don't know! Initially I though Malfoy was playing some joke on me… but I know you would never Gin… I said some horrible stuff to Malfoy this morning… I didn't understand why he looked so heartbroken…I thought this was some joke to make me look stupid…"

"Hermione… you need to go back and talk to Draco. I'll come with you. We need to take you to the doctor. " Hermione nodded. She wasn't sure what else to say.

When Hermione and Ginny flooed back to Malfoy's house, they heard a loud crashing sound. Ginny looked worried and quickly headed towards where the sound was coming from. Hermione followed her. She had no idea where she was going. As they made it through the halls, Hermione realized that she was in a much warmer version of the Malfoy Manor. The colors on the wall reminded her of her own home in muggle London. A lot of the furniture reminded her, of her own style… Did she really live here? They reached their destination and Hermione heard Malfoy talking to someone.

"I knew it was f—king to good to be true. She's leaving me Blaise… She's still in love with the Weasel." Malfoy sounded so defeated and dejected. Hermione couldn't help but feel guilty.

Ginny knocked on the door and walked in before being allowed entrance. Hermione followed. She gasped when she saw Malfoy's bloodied hand and the hole in the wall.

"Draco, what the hell did you do!" Ginny asked as she walked over to him. Concern was etched into her face. Hermione was surprised to say the least.

"I punched the wall. You can ask her why." He said furiously. He refused to look Hermione in the eye.

"Draco let me see your hand. And you daft idiot, she's lost her memory. She didn't even know how long Harry and I had been married and she got mad at me for not telling her I was pregnant, and you and I both know I told her three months ago at Sunday Brunch. " Ginny quickly fixed Malfoy's hand and began wrapping it in her handkerchief. Hermione was surprised by Ginny's kindness towards Malfoy. Ginny was treating him like a friend… Malfoy's face lost its anger and he looked at Hermione questioningly. Blaise stood by looking surprised.

"Hermione…" Malfoy said softly as he took a step toward her. She took a step back and urgently reached out for Ginny. Currently the younger redheaded girl was the only person she felt comfortable with. Ginny walked over to her and took her hand and rubbed her hands soothingly.

"Hermione… I know this is hard for you. I know waking up in the arms of the man you believe to be your enemy was anything but comforting but Draco is your husband and a very loving one at that. Draco has never hurt you. In all the girl talks we have ever had, you have hardly ever had anything negative to say about your relationship with Draco. The only thing you have ever had to say that was remotely negative was about minuscule arguments that occurred between you both and usually they were resolved in less than an hour." Ginny searched Hermione's face as though she was waiting for her to show some sign of emotion. Hermione stared at Ginny as though her head had become that of a hippogriff's. Hermione then looked around Ginny and at Draco who was cautiously standing behind his desk.

"So… you are telling me… That not only am I married to Draco 'bloody' Malfoy," She saw Malfoy wince, "but that we also had a very loving relationship?" Hermione's brow furrowed. She then bluntly asked, "How the hell did this happen?" Hermione sank down into the closest chair and buried her head in her hands. Ginny sat beside her and rubbed circles in her back. Hermione leaned into the comfortable touch, hoping that Ginny would remain beside her forever.

"Well, to be honest I'm not sure that I'm the best person to explain that to you. Draco has a better understanding of your relationship-"Ginny was cut off by Hermione whimpering into her side. Hermione's whisper was so quiet that only Ginny could hear.

"Gin, no. I don't want to talk to him right now. It's too much to take in. I want to talk to you, and only you." Hermione laid her head on Ginny's shoulder.

"Okay Hermione…" Ginny said quietly. She then spoke up and said, "Draco, I'm taking Hermione back to my house for now. I'll owl Harry and let him know what is happening. I promise to keep her safe and I'll update you soon. I…I want you to know I'm sorry and I'll try to figure this out." Ginny said sadly.

Malfoy stood staring at them with an emotionless expression. He nodded icily and sank into his chair and watched as the two girls got up. Ginny walked over to Malfoy and placed her arm on his shoulder and Hermione saw Ginny squeeze him briefly before heading over to Hermione once again. As they walked out, Hermione turned around and saw Malfoy holding his hands to his face. His shoulders appeared to be lightly shaking. Hermione quickly turned around. Malfoy… was crying because of her? It just didn't seem right.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I plan to update soon! Until then- jesokaa :)