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"Comin," I sighed, getting up from the warm ground. I was at the Burrow, helping Mrs. Weasley with the prepretions for George and Katie's wedding.

"Hermione, could you do me a favor?" Mrs. Weasley said from behind a coatrack.

" Yes, anything," I replied.

"Katie dress just came in and I'm too busy to get it, so i was wonder..."

" I'll get it", I said smiling.

When I got to Diagon alley, I passed the Quidditch store and my stomach clenched. Almost everything reminded me of ' him'. Of Ron. The boy I fell in and out of love with so many times in my life, but now my heart is settled. I love him.

It was about a month now since the war. The war had finished. Voldemort was dead. We were celebrating when Ron got hit. A remianing Death Eater hit him with the memory charm. He didn't remember who he was, who I was. Harry. Ginny. No body.

I shook myself from my thoughts. I was here to get the dress. I walked into Madam Malkin's and paid for the dress. Shaking my head countless times as she kept asking if I wanted new robes. I carried it down the street, watching people grin in my direction. They thought I was getting married. I smiled to myself, then frowned. i would never fall in love with anyone else but Ron and if he doesn't remember me. I will never be married. I will never have children. I will grow old by myself with no one there to comfort me. I walked into the house and almost knocked over Ginny.

"Hi Hermione", she said cheerfully," Oh is that the dress? What does... What's wrong?. she asked looking into my tear streaked face.

"Oh, it's.. it's nothing I stuttered.

"Really?"

"Really, I'm fine", I managed, pushing foreward to my room, the dress laying forgotten on the table. I locked the door and fell onto my bed, preparing to cry myself to sleep once again but, there was someone else already on my bed.

"Ron?"