Disclaimer: everyone in this fic belongs to the best writer ever, J.K.Rowling, if I owned them, Hermione and Ron would be married by now.
A's/N: This our first fic so if the format stinks, bare with us. We're new.
* My Return*
My name is Ronald Weasley better known as Ron Weasley but you can just call me Ron. I spent seven years in Hogwarts Magic Academy as a student, then two years at the Ministry of Magic. After that came five years in Egypt that I spent with my brother Bill, helping out at the bank.
That was the year when it happened. I was in the car with Lee Jordan (he came for a visit), we were on our way home… When some mad driver made us swerve and crash. It was a very bloody accident... one that caused me to lose most of my memory.
I spent six months completely lost. I could barely remember who I was and my family was like a hazy blur. Fortunately I had a lot of help from my brothers and sister, even from those two generally useless creatures, Fred and George. Slowly I was recovering, though I was still plagued by images that appeared and faded before I could recognize them…sometimes a heavy black beard and a large loud laugh…other times a mess of wavy hazel hair. I finally resigned myself to what was left of my memory and I sought a job at Hogwarts. Dumbledore had offered me a job as a teacher in Defense against Dark Arts, (for some reason that position was always free) and I quickly agreed.
It was my first day there. Dumbledore greeted me with two other professors, one was a old woman named McGonagall she was Dumbledore's assistant. The other one was a man I-unfortunately- did know right away. He was old spiney Snape…and he kept saying something under his breath I didn't hear. Probably some curse…or some nasty comment about my school record with him... Ginny had told me it wasn't very good.
"So Ronald, two weeks till the term starts" Dumbledore said in a very happy voice.
"Y-y-yes sir," I answered, I was very very nervous.
"Good lad another teacher well be here shortly," he said with a grin
I walked to the library to read some books and so on until Dumbledore arrived with a very very beautiful woman… my heart was melting.
"This is Hermio-'' Dumbledore began but before he was finished,
"Ron!" the beautiful women cried, jumping into my arms.
It was nice but puzzling... and she called me Ron! Not Ronald!!
For a minute she stood still then let go of me with a sad look in her eyes, obviously disappointed at my lack of response.
"Oh, sorry," she said.
She shook my hand absently then said something to Dumbledore. "I forgot about the accident. ''
"My name is Hermione Granger," she said much calmer. "We used to be friends...a long time ago. I'll be teaching Transfiguration " she said. 'Hermione, what a beautiful name,' I thought.
"I think perhaps I should leave you two alone," Dumbledore said smiling as he turned to leave the room.
Hermione stood silently for a moment watching me…I felt like I was in some kind of test. Finally she began to twist her hair around her finger nervously and said, "So Ron, how are you?''
"I-I-I'm ok." This was one of those times when I was doomed to look like a complete idiot. Here I was with a beautiful woman who knew me, and I couldn't remember her. Snape, with his acid eyes and his bitter tongue, sure I could remember him, but miss beauty queen with the hazel hair…wait, there was something… Suddenly Harry my brother in law walked in with my sister Ginny (I knew they'd visit me soon). Their coming was perfect…I was beginning to feel actually worse than when Fred and George 'blessed' me with my first dung-bomb. Ginny and her husband were a welcomed distraction.
"Oooooh, Ron I missed you'' Ginny squealed as she jumped into my arm's and gave me a hug. I thanked Merlin that after the long months after the accident I had finally-vaguely-remembered my little sister, or at least that she WAS my sister.
"Hey Ginny, how's mom and every body," I said in a desperate effort to make conversation.
"Fine, fine," murmured Ginny glancing between Ms. Granger and I. I blushed…but only because I was happy to see my sister again. I mean what other reason could there be? It had nothing to do with the beautiful woman twirling her hair around her fingers…no, nothing to do with her at all. Ginny was telling me something about some new muggle contraption Dad has messing about with…something about a hot metal stick for curling hair. 'Of course you only needed something like that if your hair is straight like Ginny's,' I thought…not if you had waving brown hair like…'
"Hey, where are you wandering Ron? Lost in thought I see… It is smashing to see you so well since the accident.."
Again I thanked Merlin for the distraction. 'This was is really ridiculous!' I thought I've known her for what-two minutes-and I'm already wandering about in thoughts for her? Of course she said we knew each other once…maybe…and there was something about her that tickled my mind…like, well, a forgotten memory. But I had so many of those.
We talked for about half an hour… comfortably really, all in all, I was starting to open up to Hermione when who should show up to 'add their own special spark to the atmosphere'. The two red heads came in, Fred & George, and they were about to throw something on the floor until….
"STOP NOW!!" I hollered. I WOULD NOT go through THAT again.
"Oh, come on Ronniekins just one dungbomb, pleeeeeeeeeeeeease" they whined. And they were supposed to be older than me? Yeah Right.
"NO." I said trying to make my voice sound firm and hide the fact that inside I was erupting with laughter.
"FINE, fine Things were a lot more fun before you decided to grow up…or are you afraid of embarrassing that pretty lady. Hello, Hermione." They began to wink knowingly …some things would never change.
I didn't dignify that comment with an answer. I just pointing to the door, ignoring that fact that my face looked like a tomato.
As that left them with nothing affective to do they left the room.
Ginny shook her head after her two brothers sighing. "No one would ever think they were grown men. Anyway we have to go too… Ron bye, take care of yourself, bye Herm''
"Bye, '' I said still dazed from the encounter.
I was finally getting ready to sit ALONE with Hermione and enjoy a quiet conversation…when suddenly there was a man at the door!
"Hello Draco," said Hermione coldly, trying to compose herself.
I didn't remember him. Tal,l blonde and cold didn't seem to ring any bells...until he caught my blank expression. Then, making some comment about weak minded Weaselys he gave a cold high pitched laugh. And it came to me like lightening, that laugh and the awful man behind it. A whirl wind of bad memories raced through my head at the sight of him and moving on my gut reaction I went over to him and...POW!
Next minute his nose was bleeding and I was feeling very happy with myself. He blinked- moaned-and ran off to the hospital wing trying to stop his ferret nose from bleeding to death. I had never felt so satisfied in my life.
"RON!?" Hermione shrieked "Why did you punch him?"
"He … the … I mean … his laugh … and … MudBlood … I don't … you… I cant … remember …you?!
I saw colors, people, things racing so fast in my mind that it seemed someone had taken the world and spun it like a top…. And then BLACK.
When I woke up Madam Pomfry was smiling at me with a hand full of chocolate.
I blinked my eyes opened and groaned. "Where am I, how did I get here?"
"Ah, Ronald you passed out two day's ago dear"
"Two da-" before I could continue she stuffed all of the chocolate in my mouth. Still choking on Madam Pomfry's idea of medicine I realized there was something heavy on my knees… it was-Hermione's head? She had been asleep next to me the whole time.
"She never left you," said Madam Pomfry "From the second she brought you in."
I sighed. Life was looking better all the time.
Writers note: was it good? I hope so. I worked hard on it I will write chapter two if you like it ok? (Pinky)
A/N: well we finally did it. The plan for taking over the fanfiction world has begun! Now seriously, all you readers, review because we always do when we read your work and it makes us smile. Corrective, constructive criticism is very much appreciated, but don't flame my little sis, she doesn't need it, and I'm very protective over my wittle pinky, like every good Brain should be.
A's/N: This our first fic so if the format stinks, bare with us. We're new.
* My Return*
My name is Ronald Weasley better known as Ron Weasley but you can just call me Ron. I spent seven years in Hogwarts Magic Academy as a student, then two years at the Ministry of Magic. After that came five years in Egypt that I spent with my brother Bill, helping out at the bank.
That was the year when it happened. I was in the car with Lee Jordan (he came for a visit), we were on our way home… When some mad driver made us swerve and crash. It was a very bloody accident... one that caused me to lose most of my memory.
I spent six months completely lost. I could barely remember who I was and my family was like a hazy blur. Fortunately I had a lot of help from my brothers and sister, even from those two generally useless creatures, Fred and George. Slowly I was recovering, though I was still plagued by images that appeared and faded before I could recognize them…sometimes a heavy black beard and a large loud laugh…other times a mess of wavy hazel hair. I finally resigned myself to what was left of my memory and I sought a job at Hogwarts. Dumbledore had offered me a job as a teacher in Defense against Dark Arts, (for some reason that position was always free) and I quickly agreed.
It was my first day there. Dumbledore greeted me with two other professors, one was a old woman named McGonagall she was Dumbledore's assistant. The other one was a man I-unfortunately- did know right away. He was old spiney Snape…and he kept saying something under his breath I didn't hear. Probably some curse…or some nasty comment about my school record with him... Ginny had told me it wasn't very good.
"So Ronald, two weeks till the term starts" Dumbledore said in a very happy voice.
"Y-y-yes sir," I answered, I was very very nervous.
"Good lad another teacher well be here shortly," he said with a grin
I walked to the library to read some books and so on until Dumbledore arrived with a very very beautiful woman… my heart was melting.
"This is Hermio-'' Dumbledore began but before he was finished,
"Ron!" the beautiful women cried, jumping into my arms.
It was nice but puzzling... and she called me Ron! Not Ronald!!
For a minute she stood still then let go of me with a sad look in her eyes, obviously disappointed at my lack of response.
"Oh, sorry," she said.
She shook my hand absently then said something to Dumbledore. "I forgot about the accident. ''
"My name is Hermione Granger," she said much calmer. "We used to be friends...a long time ago. I'll be teaching Transfiguration " she said. 'Hermione, what a beautiful name,' I thought.
"I think perhaps I should leave you two alone," Dumbledore said smiling as he turned to leave the room.
Hermione stood silently for a moment watching me…I felt like I was in some kind of test. Finally she began to twist her hair around her finger nervously and said, "So Ron, how are you?''
"I-I-I'm ok." This was one of those times when I was doomed to look like a complete idiot. Here I was with a beautiful woman who knew me, and I couldn't remember her. Snape, with his acid eyes and his bitter tongue, sure I could remember him, but miss beauty queen with the hazel hair…wait, there was something… Suddenly Harry my brother in law walked in with my sister Ginny (I knew they'd visit me soon). Their coming was perfect…I was beginning to feel actually worse than when Fred and George 'blessed' me with my first dung-bomb. Ginny and her husband were a welcomed distraction.
"Oooooh, Ron I missed you'' Ginny squealed as she jumped into my arm's and gave me a hug. I thanked Merlin that after the long months after the accident I had finally-vaguely-remembered my little sister, or at least that she WAS my sister.
"Hey Ginny, how's mom and every body," I said in a desperate effort to make conversation.
"Fine, fine," murmured Ginny glancing between Ms. Granger and I. I blushed…but only because I was happy to see my sister again. I mean what other reason could there be? It had nothing to do with the beautiful woman twirling her hair around her fingers…no, nothing to do with her at all. Ginny was telling me something about some new muggle contraption Dad has messing about with…something about a hot metal stick for curling hair. 'Of course you only needed something like that if your hair is straight like Ginny's,' I thought…not if you had waving brown hair like…'
"Hey, where are you wandering Ron? Lost in thought I see… It is smashing to see you so well since the accident.."
Again I thanked Merlin for the distraction. 'This was is really ridiculous!' I thought I've known her for what-two minutes-and I'm already wandering about in thoughts for her? Of course she said we knew each other once…maybe…and there was something about her that tickled my mind…like, well, a forgotten memory. But I had so many of those.
We talked for about half an hour… comfortably really, all in all, I was starting to open up to Hermione when who should show up to 'add their own special spark to the atmosphere'. The two red heads came in, Fred & George, and they were about to throw something on the floor until….
"STOP NOW!!" I hollered. I WOULD NOT go through THAT again.
"Oh, come on Ronniekins just one dungbomb, pleeeeeeeeeeeeease" they whined. And they were supposed to be older than me? Yeah Right.
"NO." I said trying to make my voice sound firm and hide the fact that inside I was erupting with laughter.
"FINE, fine Things were a lot more fun before you decided to grow up…or are you afraid of embarrassing that pretty lady. Hello, Hermione." They began to wink knowingly …some things would never change.
I didn't dignify that comment with an answer. I just pointing to the door, ignoring that fact that my face looked like a tomato.
As that left them with nothing affective to do they left the room.
Ginny shook her head after her two brothers sighing. "No one would ever think they were grown men. Anyway we have to go too… Ron bye, take care of yourself, bye Herm''
"Bye, '' I said still dazed from the encounter.
I was finally getting ready to sit ALONE with Hermione and enjoy a quiet conversation…when suddenly there was a man at the door!
"Hello Draco," said Hermione coldly, trying to compose herself.
I didn't remember him. Tal,l blonde and cold didn't seem to ring any bells...until he caught my blank expression. Then, making some comment about weak minded Weaselys he gave a cold high pitched laugh. And it came to me like lightening, that laugh and the awful man behind it. A whirl wind of bad memories raced through my head at the sight of him and moving on my gut reaction I went over to him and...POW!
Next minute his nose was bleeding and I was feeling very happy with myself. He blinked- moaned-and ran off to the hospital wing trying to stop his ferret nose from bleeding to death. I had never felt so satisfied in my life.
"RON!?" Hermione shrieked "Why did you punch him?"
"He … the … I mean … his laugh … and … MudBlood … I don't … you… I cant … remember …you?!
I saw colors, people, things racing so fast in my mind that it seemed someone had taken the world and spun it like a top…. And then BLACK.
When I woke up Madam Pomfry was smiling at me with a hand full of chocolate.
I blinked my eyes opened and groaned. "Where am I, how did I get here?"
"Ah, Ronald you passed out two day's ago dear"
"Two da-" before I could continue she stuffed all of the chocolate in my mouth. Still choking on Madam Pomfry's idea of medicine I realized there was something heavy on my knees… it was-Hermione's head? She had been asleep next to me the whole time.
"She never left you," said Madam Pomfry "From the second she brought you in."
I sighed. Life was looking better all the time.
Writers note: was it good? I hope so. I worked hard on it I will write chapter two if you like it ok? (Pinky)
A/N: well we finally did it. The plan for taking over the fanfiction world has begun! Now seriously, all you readers, review because we always do when we read your work and it makes us smile. Corrective, constructive criticism is very much appreciated, but don't flame my little sis, she doesn't need it, and I'm very protective over my wittle pinky, like every good Brain should be.