Forget Me Yesterday, Remember Me Tomorrow

“Draco,” she said slowly. “What year do you think it is?”

Draco scoffed.

“What year do I—really Granger? Don’t be ridiculous. It's 1998. What are you playing at?”

Hermione felt as though she was punched in the stomach. Her breath whooshed out of her and she gripped the wardrobe beside her to steady herself.

“1998?” she managed to croak. Why was she suddenly feeling so overheated?

Draco gave her an annoyed look.

“It's 2005 Draco, you and I…we live here together. We’re getting married in three months…don’t you remember?”

“What the bloody fuck are you talking about Granger?”