AN: Once again I am not JK Rowling.

I sat in the bed nibbling on my lip when the door opened and Harry and Ron darted in. They both stood quietly in the doorway watching me but I was frozen in shock. They looked so different! Harry was taller and stood tall and confident compared to when he always slouched to blend in with the crowd. Ron's shoulders were broader and he was much taller than I had remembered. His hair was long and messy.

"Hey Hermione." Harry said softly walking slowly towards me. Ron followed and sat on the edge of my bed and pulled Harry down next to him.

"You look so different," I whispered in a hushed voice. Harry and Ron exchanged a look and shifted uncomfortably.

"How so?" Ron asked after a long moment.

"You both look older," I glanced at them again. "harder as if you could kill without blinking an eye."

"A lot has changed since your last memory." Harry said nervously running his hand through his hair. It only made it messier.

"I know. Fred told me about Sirius." I said leaning forward to place my hand over Harry's. Harry avoided my eyes and blew out a heavy breath.

"A lot more than just that has happened." Ron said leaning back against the foot board of my bed.

"I know but I can only take so much." I muttered rubbing my temples.

"We know that." Harry said exchanging a look with Ron.

"So tell me something simple." I said looking up at them.

"My favorite color is orange." Ron said giving me a cheeky smile.

"Ugh Ronald your sense of humor hasn't changed one bit." I muttered rolling my eyes.

Harry ran his hand through his hair thinking. "I'm dating Ginny."

"Are you really?" I asked sitting up my eyes bright. Ginny had always had the biggest crush on him and had never given up hope. One of my last memories was telling her to go out with another guy to get over The-Boy-Who-Lived. Guess she didn't.

"Yes." Harry muttered flushing bright red. "She and I are... close."

"Who are you dating Ron?" I asked turning to Ron. His ears turned red and he rubbed his neck nervously.

"Actually I'm engaged." Ron muttered his voice hushed.

My eyes bugged and I sat up quickly. "To whom?"

"Lavender." My mouth dropped open in shock. Lavender had always had a huge crush on Ron. She had tried dropping hints several times but Ron being Ron had missed all of them. When he hadn't shown any interest she had gone out with other guys and flaunted it as best she could to get his attention. Unfortunately he didn't get it.

"Good I'm glad." I said looking at him. Harry and Ron turned to look at each other then smiled brightly at me.

"Are you really?" Ron asked surprised.

"Of course she's been crazy about you for years." I said slowly looking up at him.

"Yeah I know," Ron muttered looking me over. "but how do you?"

"Everyone knew she had a thing for you Ron. She used to cry into her pillows at night pining for you. Whenever she dated someone she flaunted it only when she was around you otherwise she was quiet. She's a very complex girl." I said watching them. Harry's eyes were wide and Ron was wiping his hand against his eyes. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

"You have never really said anything about Lavender and I. I always thought you were indifferent." Ron sighed. "I thought you hated her."

"No I don't hate her. Not in the least." I said shrugging. "I just never got to know her very well and apparently I never tried did I?"

Harry sighed and Ron bit his lip. "No I could never understand it but no you didn't."

"Weird." I said shrugging. "So how did Fred and I get together?"

Harry and Ron exchanged yet another look. "He would rather tell you all of that himself actually."

"Mmm." I hummed nodding. "What can you tell me?"

"Er... your favorite color is still purple." Harry said smiling sheepishly.

"How about something a little more in depth?" I asked looking between them.

"You live with Fred above his and George's store and –"

"They have a store?" I asked raising an eyebrow in surprise.

"Fred didn't tell you?" Ron asked leaning forward.

"No... I was more consumed with finding out that my parents are dead and that I'm married to Fred Weasley. My last memory of him was him whispering with George that he thought I was an annoying Bookworm!" I yelled loudly. My eyes snapped shut and I slapped a hand over my mouth. I had not meant for that to escape.

"What?" Ron asked his voice hoarse.

"Nothing uh tell me about the store." I said pulling absently on one of my curls.

"No you never told us about that." Harry said his voice sharp. "Why did he call you an annoying Bookworm?" I flinched at the words.

"Uhh... He um.." I frowned trying to think of a good lie.

"Don't lie to us Hermione." Ron said sharply. I sighed and rubbed my hands against my eyes.

"George was asking him about me and what he thought when we were leaving the train. It seemed like George was fishing for something but I couldn't tell what. Fred was shocked when I shoved past them crying." I muttered my voice thick.

"I was." I froze and looked up slowly. Fred was standing in the doorway his face pale and drawn. "George knew that I liked you and was fishing for details. I only said those things to get him to leave me alone. I was absolutely devastated when I realized you had overheard. Hurting you was never my intention."

"I know." I said softly. But I was lying. We all knew it. For me it was yesterday that I had heard those things and for Fred it was three years ago. A distant memory. Something we had probably already worked through. He would be starting over and for me this was like the first time. In fact it was the first time unless my memories came back. For some reason I had a feeling my memories wouldn't come back. It seemed like there was a big black wall where my memories should be. I also had another feeling. That things were going to get a lot more confusing and complicated before it got better.

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