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Forgetting and Forgotten
I tried with all my might to find something, something about me, a detail, a place, a person, anything. But nothing returned.
I just wanted to be Hermione.
She sighed again. ‘I’m Doctor Wilson, I’m a physiatrist.’
I glanced up and glared at Malfoy.
Ginny swelled with anger and she opened her mouth to shout at me, but then quickly clammed it close. ‘We’re sorry about what happened, Hermione,’ she said in a low, sharp growl. ‘But this is simply ridiculous! Do you know what Draco is going through?!
‘What did you just say? Magic did this to him?’
Out with Draco
I frowned at him. I wanted to know what he was thinking, what his life was like. I wished he wasn’t so much of a mystery.
More than a mask
And suddenly I couldn’t remember anything. I forgot that this was my worst enemy, that I just told him I hated him. Nothing existed but the beautiful eyes in front of me, and the way the heat from his body was making my every sense multiply. The boy learned forward slightly...
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