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Chapter 6- De Ja Vu
"Really? That's weird because I feel like I know you, but I don't remember you," Ron said.
"You don't say," Hermione replied with complete composure as she released his hand, "I'm Hermione Granger."
"And, you are?" Ron asked Ginny extending a hand.
"Umm…Ginny," she said as she shook his hand, "Weasley."
"That's odd," Ron said puzzled.
"Yes, must be a coincidence," Ginny said trying to suppress a grin.
"Mmm, must be," Ron agreed.
Hermione's insides were exploding. This was her Ron, and yet it wasn't. It was a wonder she could keep such composure.
"Listen, I'm pretty busy right now, but if you're free tomorrow, would you like to go out for some coffee?" Rona asked Hermione.
Wow, he really doesn't remember, Hermione thought.
"Of course I'll get some coffee with you," Hermione replied. She was confused, wasn't Ron with that woman.
"Great! Tomorrow, around eleven then, meet you here?" Ron asked with the lopsided grin she knew so well.
"Sounds good," Hermione replied.
"Wicked! Well I better be off then," Ron said.
"All right, see you tomorrow," Hermione said.
"Bye," Ginny followed up.
Ron then walked away with a wave, to his black pick up truck parked a short distance away. With a final wave he pulled away from the curb with the bushy haired woman in the passenger's side. Hermione turned and looked at Ginny.
"Wow," she exhaled.
"Well that was a start," Ginny said with a grin.
"Yea, I'd say so," Hermione agreed.
They stood in silence for a moment until Hermione couldn't take it anymore.
"He doesn't remember me," she said quietly as tears began to roll down her cheeks, "He doesn't remember any of it."
"It's ok Hermione, he will," Ginny solaced, "But I think for now, we should go somewhere where we can talk in private. Perhaps, back to you house?" Ginny suggested.
Hermione shook her head looking at the ground trying to hold back sobs, "No, I have a better idea."
It felt good to be back at the place where she had so many great memories. Ginny entered the kitchen first, followed by Hermione. Mrs. Weasley's eyes lit up when she saw Hermione.
"Hermione, how wonderful to see you dear!" Mrs. Weasley said ecstatically.
"Hello Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said trying to sound happy, "How are you?"
"Wonderful and how are you?" Mrs. Weasley asked inspecting her up and down, "My how you've changed."
It had been several years since the last time she had seen Mrs. Weasley. As if her day had not been emotional enough for her, now she had a crying Mrs. Weasley before her.
"I'm great thanks. Do you mind if I just use your bathroom quickly?" Hermione asked politely.
"Of course dear you know where it is," Mrs. Weasley replied.
Hermione walked through the Weasley house toward the first floor bathroom. She walked through the hallways past numerous photographs of the Weasley children and past Mrs. Weasley's amazing clock. She noticed that the hand that was marked "Ron" had been removed. She finally found the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
In the privacy of the bathroom, Hermione let out a deep breath and let the tears fall. Before letting her emotions get too out of hand, Hermione quickly put a silencing charm on the room so she would not cause a commotion.
Comforted by the fact that there was a silencing charm on the room, Hermione finally let her emotions take full control. Tears were now streaming fully down her face and her body was shaking. After a few minutes of this, she tried to suppress the sobs working their way up her throat, which was a very difficult task. When she finally had her emotions under better control, she looked up at her reflection in the mirror.
"Wow," she choked and laughed at the same time.
To her, it seemed as though the day's events were written all over her face. She was the shock especially. The shock of the letter from whom she believed to be Dumbledore. The shock of her realized memory. The shock of seeing Ron and talking to him.
She could also see the joy. The joy of reuniting with Ginny. The joy of returning to the wizarding world. The joy of being back at The Burrow.
Before she returned to the kitchen, she made sure that she fixed her appearance. She fixed her hair, which was falling out of her loosed ponytail. She also washed her face with a warm face cloth. After fifteen minutes in the bathroom, Hermione was ready for the talking she was going to have to do.
"Welcome back," she said to herself.
A/N: I know, not too long of a chapter with not too much content, but once I really get into the meat of the story it will be better I promise. Reviews help!