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Forever:

Chapter 14:

Hermione groaned, feeling the painful ache in her joints as she shifted her position on the bed. She still felt dizzy and her head was killing her. The potions the nurses gave her did not really help at all. And to make matters worse the talked she and her parents had the day before does not make her feel any better and it did not make any sense at all. Try as she might she could not remember all those people that kept on coming to see her, although they all looked familiar.

The only person she wanted to see was the man named Ron, her husband apparently according to her parents. He did not come to see her again after she had woken up yesterday. He seemed really worried about her. She wished she remembered them; they all looked really nice people. Hermione looked up when the door opened and in came her mum followed by her healer.

"Good morning Hermione. How are you feeling today?" the healer asked. Her mum came beside her bed and kissed her.

"Sore and my head are killing me," she answered hoarsely, even her throat felt like she had swallowed sand, Hermione thought.

"I'm sorry to hear. Did the potions I prescribed help you at all? Maybe I can order more stronger potions if you think it will help you. The thing is you'll feel worse for a little while longer especially now that you're awake and aware of your surroundings and what's happening to your body. But, don't worry it will be over soon. Your injuries are healing nicely and maybe tomorrow you can try and get up to exercise your muscles." Hermione nodded, the healer finished with her examination and left the room.

ooOOoo

After a long day's work and lots of ducking away from his co-workers regarding Hermione's condition he was glad the day was over and he was mostly glad when George came by his office. It's been two days since Hermione woke up and he tried to avoid the hospital for now. He wants to give his wife a little time, but it was killing him. Harry and Kingsley asked him to go home early and have good night's rest. Harry hasn't had the heart to tell him yet, what he had found out. He and Kingsley are trying to gather more solid evidence before they tell him. Because, Harry knew Ron would not listen to reason when he finds out.

Ron not expecting the world to tilt on its axis the second he landed on the ground at his and Hermione's backyard, he grabbed onto the only solid thing beside him, and it was George who steadied him. Ron looked confusedly at his brother then he rubbed his hand over his face. He felt very tired emotionally and physically.

"Ron, are you alright?" George asked worriedly.

"Sorry, George, I'm just a little tired."

"Alright then, let's get you inside. I'm sure Angelina prepared meals for everyone." Ron nodded and followed his brother inside. George was holding the door open as Ron lumbered up the steps and into the warm kitchen. Angelina, Fleur, Ginny with baby Albus in her arms and Penelope are all in the kitchen talking, they all turned when the brothers came in. Angelina got up and met her husband. She took one look at Ron and felt pity at the sight of her brother-in-law. She hugged him and led him into the kitchen chair.

"Ron, sit and have something to eat," Angelina said. Penelope put a steaming soup and biscuits in front of him and George. Ron just stared at the food without touching them. Everyone looked at each other. They knew it's not like Ron to ignore food. After a few minutes of silence Ginny got up and walked to where her brother was sitting.

"Ron, why don't you go upstairs and rest?" Ginny suggested. Ron looked at his sister.

"Where's Harry?"

"He's at work. He said he needed to talk to Kingsley. Go upstairs and rest, we'll stay here until mum comes back from the Burrow."

"What about Rosie? Where is she?"

"I put her to bed. Ze bébé eez tired. Zon't worry Ron, she eez alright. Excusez-moi, but Ginny eez right, you look like hell," Fleur said. Ron glared at his sister-in-law, but he knew they just want to help him and they don't mean any harm.

"Ron, go and rest. We'll talk when you're ready and rested." Mrs. Weasley said coming in from the living room. Everyone turned their head into her direction.

"Go on Ron," Mrs. Weasley said again. He got up and walked out of the room without another word. He walked down into the living room and up the stairs. He halted only for a minute when his nieces and nephews called out to him and said 'hello', he nodded in response and continued on upstairs.

Ron walked into his and Hermione's bedroom, where he stripped his work clothes off and collapsed gratefully into their bed. Now that he was lying down, he let his mind wonder to the day when Hermione woke up. He had his heart broken and felt as if his heart had been ripped into pieces when she couldn't remember who he is or even that they are married. Thick, salty tears streamed down his face.

He thought they're going to have their happily ever after especially when the war had ended. They faced a lot of obstacles especially on their relationship, but they always faced them together, him and Hermione. And now how would he deal with everything without Hermione by his side? He cried until his eyes were red and his throat was raw and sore. Then he caught his own thought, why is he grieving for Hermione as if she was dead. He had to be there for her, make her remember him and their daughter, their lives together even if it takes him weeks, months or years he will make sure that Hermione will fall in love with him again. After all she was alive and alright and he was glad for that. Ron burrowed deeper into their bed, wanting to escape the thought of that memories. Finally, he felt himself drifting off to sleep. Far away on the other side of the house he heard a wail of a baby. One last thought wove its way into his mind as he drifted off to sleep.

Goodnight, Hermione, I love you!

ooOOoo

Hermione rolled over on her side, looked at her mum who was sitting beside her bed with bleary eyes. "Are you alright, sweetie?" Mrs. Granger asked.

"Mum my head is killing me, my chest hurts and my throat feels like I've swallowed a bag of sand. Is there anything I can take to make it go away?"

"Honey, you just took that potion the healer gave you. Get some rest. You haven't really resting properly since you woke up from your coma."

Two hours later Hermione woke up and saw that Ron's mum was there. She smiled at her. Molly asked how she was feeling. They talked about things that Hermione had forgotten, they told her about Hogwarts, things that might trigger her memory and remember something. A nurse came in and informed them that Hermione need to get up and do her exercises. Mrs. Granger and the nurse helped her off the bed and the nurse gave her walker to help her walk, Molly and her mum stayed just behind her making sure she was alright.

Hermione was sweating profusely when she finally sat down on the chair. But, she felt good working her muscles again. She hoped that she would be strong enough to go home soon. She's tired of lying down and sitting in a hospital bed. Then she can't remember where is home. Since they told her that she was married to Ron, then home would be with him. How odd, she thought. I really like him but, I'm afraid to be with him.

Exactly two weeks after Hermione woke up from the coma her healers gave her a go ahead to go home. Healer Greengrass-Malfoy examined her for the last time.

"I'm happy for your speedy recovery Hermione. Please do take care when you get home. And, if there is anything that you need, please send me an owl. I will see you in two weeks, here's the potions that you still need to take. Take care." Hermione smiled at the blond healer and thanked her.

As her mum and her dad helped her on the wheelchair she looked up and saw Ron standing in the doorway. She was surprised when she saw him, but was glad that he came and Hermione smiled at him. Ron walked awkwardly towards her and smiled.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," she replied.

"How are you?"

"Couldn't be better, and you?"

"I'm okay. Are you ready?"

"Yes. Are we…are we going to your house? I mean…to our house?"

Ron nodded and pushed her out of the room. As they reached the main Atrium, Mr. Granger pushed against the door and they all stepped out into the cold January air. Immediately a great shiver wracked her body. The air was cold and sharp. Ron pulled her jacket out from her bag and draped it over her. A black sedan (Ministry's official car) pulled in front of them and Harry stepped out.

"Hullo, Hermione. How are you?"

"I'm tired. And you?"

"I'm alright. Let's go before everyone catches a cold." Ron bent over and picked Hermione up. His skin tingled at the contact of their skin and a shiver ran both their bodies. His heart was pounding when he looked into Hermione's brown eyes; it's been a long time since he really looked into them. Hermione looked into Ron's deep blue eyes and was grateful that it was he whom she was married to and not Harry, the man with the funny scar on his forehead. She wondered what happened to him and how he got that scar. Then she screamed as she remembered all the bad things that had happened to her, to them.

A/N: Here's chapter 14. Hope you enjoy this chapter too. Thanks everyone who has reviewed so far. Please throw me a review or two and let me know how you like it. Suggestions are also welcome!