A/N: Okay. Chapter Two. Again. If you've already read this, I definitely recommend reading this chapter again. I have added in a semi-side plot type thing. After this chapter, expect greater changes. Chapters three and four had the most fails. At this rate, chapter three may be reposted by the end of the weekend. Smiles!

Disclaimer: Still not mine!:)!

Chapter 2: Memory

Having heard the entire conversation, much against his own will, Harry set off to find Ginny, in the hopes that she would kindly perform a memory charm on him. He didn't want to face the wrath of either witch when they found out he had overheard the entire conversation. Plus, he didn't really fancy the idea of spending his summer break in the mentally scarred state he was stuck in at present, due to the fact that the mental images that came along with overhearing the conversation didn't seem to want to go away.

Harry located Ginny in the sixth floor corridor, making her way back to the common room. She was thoroughly confused, but consented to save Harry from his mentally scarred state and after thanking her, he ran off to find Hermione. He now desperately wanted to remember what he had forgotten. He caught up with Hermione in the common room.

"So, Hermione, what was her password?"

"Gee, Harry, I rather fancy the idea of living."

"Was it dirty?"

"You are aware that we are talking about Minerva, our stern and proper transfiguration professor?"

"Yes, but… it must have been dirty. Why else would I have forgotten?"

"Harry freakin' Potter, did you hear that conversation?" Hermione yelled, attracting the attention of everyone in the common room.

"I must have, and it must have been dirty because I begged Ginny to perform a memory charm on me."

"Harry!"
"Yes, Hermione?"

"You're sure you don't remember anything?"

"I remember what we did last night, obviously, but I seem to have forgotten the conversation that I apparently overheard this morning, and I remember you guessed the password and we slept with…"

He was cut off by Ron, who at these words jumped up and started yelling his head off and throwing hexes at Harry and Hermione, hitting other students who happened to be in the common room at the time.

"I knew it. You lied to me this morning. Hermione, you're nothing more than Gryffindor's slut," Ron continued yelling and hexing everything that moved, still failing to hit his targets. Professor McGonagall arrived, summoned by the chaos, and disarmed Ron. She performed the counter jinxes for many of Ron's curses, but still wound up sending about half the house to the Hospital Wing.

Once she had arrived, everyone had fallen silent, and Hermione was the first student to speak.

"If I'm Gryffindor's slut, what does that make you, the only boy I've ever slept with?" she said to Ron. He paled and the rest of the common room erupted in laughter. Professor McGonagall flashed Hermione a rare smile before dragging Ron to her office, with Harry, Hermione, and Ginny, who had reached the common room just before Ron's outburst, following.

"You slept with Ron?" Ginny asked, as they practically ran to keep up with Professor McGonagall.

"Sadly, last summer."

Harry snorted.

"What's so funny?" Ginny asked, feeling as though she was missing a huge detail.

"Well, my statement in the common room, had I been allowed to finish, it was completely harmless because we slept with…"

He was interrupted by McGonagall.

"Potter," she barked, "if you fancy your life, don't finish that statement."

Ginny looked at Harry, Hermione and McGonagall with a shocked but confused expression on her face. Hermione could practically see her thoughts. Ginny liked to gossip, and at such a distressing time, she needed something good. And there was definitely something here, if only she could find out what it was.

Professor McGonagall practically threw Ron into her office and the others entered and sat down in front of her desk.

"Can someone please explain what happened?"

"Well Professor, this git," Hermione said, pointing to Harry, "apparently heard our conversation this morning in entirety, and because he is so bloody noble, asked Ginny to perform a memory charm on him."

"Actually, he didn't seem noble at all when he begged me to perform the charm this morning. He mentioned something about being mentally scarred and then I erased his memory," Ginny said. "It was rather dunderheadish of me; I should have questioned him first."

"Unfortunately for me, when Ginny erased my memory I forgot that I was pretending I hadn't heard the conversation, so I went and asked Hermione about it."

"Ron gave us quite the greeting earlier when we showed up in the common room this morning," Hermione said. "Basically what just happened, without the hexes."

"You bloody would have too, if your ex-girlfriend and your best friend walked in looking like they did," Ron exclaimed for the sake of commenting, as no one was really listening to him. Ginny knew the story here had nothing to do with Ron. Her moronic brother was too stupid to do anything worth gossiping about.

"Great way to break up with her Ron, just start referring to her as your ex-girlfriend. I thought even you would have more class than that," Ginny said. Ron looked like he was about to pounce on her, but with a flick of McGonagall's wand, he was unable to leave his chair.

"Anyway," Hermione continued, ignoring Ron, "Harry was interrogating me and I asked what he remembered and he said, oh damn, what did you say?" she asked Harry.

"He said something about last night, Hermione guessing a password and him and Hermione sleeping with someone, but he didn't get to finish because of my flobberworm of a brother here," Ginny said. McGonagall got up and went to stand at the window to hide – gods, Ginny thought, is she really blushing? This is good on its own. But I won't spread it just yet, not 'till I get my hands on the whole story.

"Ginny left out the best part," Hermione said laughing, "prior to my interrogation, Harry was trying to remember what the password was, and why it prompted him to have his memory erased, and he kept asking me if it was dirty, and I had to remind him who we were talking about." Hermione wasn't exactly sure why she was telling her professor this, but she just felt it ought to be said. This is getting better and better, Ginny thought. Although, this appears to be the end of this discussion. Perhaps Harry will help me unravel the story.

"Weasley, you will have detention with Filch for the remaining days of this term, as well as three months next year, you are no longer a prefect, you will not be allowed to play Quidditch or go to Hogsmeade. Your parents will be informed. You may go. All of you," she said, turning to face them, her face not betraying any of the emotion she felt.

Harry, Ginny and Hermione had reached the door when Professor McGonagall spoke again.

"Potter, to save Miss Granger from your interrogations, my password was tarte boue and could, in a sense, be considered dirty.

"Uhm, thanks Professor," Hermione said, and the three headed back to the tower, the girls laughing and Harry looking confused.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"I think McGonagall actually has a sense of humor," Ginny said, through her laughter.

"What do you mean?"

"Harry, tarte boue is French for mud pie," Hermione explained with a straight face. Then she burst into laughter again. Realizing what was so funny, Harry began to laugh as well. They attracted plenty of looks walking back to the tower laughing hysterically in a time of such sadness. But, Hermione reasoned, grief causes people to react differently. Some choose humor to diffuse the situation. In this case, it certainly worked.

A/N: Better? It's longer at the very least. And, if you're a new reader, please, tell me what you think. Then again, I'm open to comments from anyone. Please, please tell me if it still kinda sucks. Reviews make me toss homework out the window and write fan fiction instead, so…