At St. Mungos, a medi-wizard approached the Weasley-Potter clan and said, "Miss Granger has a magical brain illness. At first, it was a minor case, but casting 'Obliviate' increased it tenfold."
Ginny was the first to speak, "Will she be okay? Will she die? What's the illness?"
"Maybe, we don't know. But for now, she is fine. She just needs to relax her brain. Do you happen to know why she cast it on herself?"
"A few hours ago, her girlfriend of two years broke up with her."
"She was with Fleur Delacour, right? The blonde Veela, correct?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"My...wife read it in Entertainment Wizardly and In Touch With Witches and Wizards: The Magical Gossip. Miss Granger is a rather...hot commodity."
"Oh, right."
"Yes. Anyways, back to her illness. I ran some tests, as procedure, and there seems to be a chunk of memories missing from her brain. I believe it to be the memories of Miss Delacour. I suggest you don't bring up that name again, because if Hermione tries to remember, she could very well die."
"I understand, but what is this ill-"
"Can we see her now?" Ron cut off his sister.
"Yes, go right ahead."
Hermione was sitting up in bed reading a book about her history titled, "Hermione Granger: The History." She looked up and said, "Hello, everyone. This book is very interesting, but not entirely accurate. It says here that I own a cat named 'Crooked Shanks.' Honestly, what kind of name is that?" When no one laughed she asked, "What's wrong? I mean, I even found that funny."
Ron spoke, "You're in a hospital bed."
"Really Ronald, because I didn't notice," she said sarcastically. "Come on guys, I just fainted. You guys make it seem like I'm going to die."
Not wanting to scare her, Harry spoke, "Sorry 'Mione, we just don't like seeing you here. It is nerve-wracking."
Mrs. Weasley ran over to Hermione's side and engulfed her into a big hug. "We were so worried about you!"
"I'm fine Molly. Thank you for your concern, but I'm alright. No long term damage or anything." Mrs. Weasley stiffened for a moment, then continued hugging Hermione.
After Hermione had her share of hugs from everyone, she was left alone with Ginny. Ginny stared at Hermione and didn't even notice that she was the only one there.
Hermione spoke, "Ginny...Ginny can you hear me?"
After a few seconds, Ginny snapped out of it, "Huh? What? Hey. Where did everyone go?"
"Ginny, you've been standing there for five minutes."
Why am I so nervous? Maybe because it's because I've liked her for seven years and now she's alone with me. But Fleur just broke up with her. What do I do? Should I make a move? Is it too soon? I'll just leave. "Oh, sorry. Uhm...I'll just go now."
"No, please don't go. Stay. Lie down next to me." Hermione made room on the bed for Ginny. Ginny lied down with her head facing the ceiling. Hermione's body was turned towards Ginny. "Ginny, why are you wearing a tie?"
Ginny turned to face Hermione, "I was at a party. Why do you ask?"
"No reason, it just looks like you're wearing guy clothes."
"I kind of am. I feel more comfortable with them on. Is that bad?"
"No, it's really good. You look hot, especially wearing that tie."
Ginny blushed, "R-Really? Y-You think that I look hot?"
"Of course. Gin, are you blushing?"
Ginny turned even redder, "Uhm...n-no."
"Yes you are, why are you blushing?"
"Fine, I'm blushing because...well because you're saying that I look hot. Coming from you, it means a lot to me, because I really like you." Ginny's face was glowing like a ripe tomato.
"Ginny, I really like you too. You are my best friend after all."
"Okay, that didn't come out right, it's just so hard to explain."
"Ginny, I was kidding. I understand what you're saying."
"No, I don't think you do. Hermione, I lov-" she was cut off by Hermione's lips on her own.
"Still think that I don't understand?"
Ginny smiled then went back to kissing Hermione.