"Um, he seems to have lost his memory." Ron said. Ginny started in disbelief. "Oh no! Its all my fault!" Ginny cried. "Yes it is" Ron agreed.
"What's all this noise?" Hermione asked, walking into the room. "And who are you?" Harry asked her. "He lost his memory!" Ginny wailed. "Ah, yes. That can happen when you heal internal bleeding with a potion. It's only for three days." Hermione assured her.
"Sorry, could you please tell me who you are? You look familiar. All of you." Harry spoke. "I'm Ron. I'm your best friend. I have been your best friend since you were eleven." Ron said. "How old am I now?" Harry asked. "Seventeen" Hermione answered.
"I'm Hermione granger. Also your best friend." She continued. "She's the brightest witch of her age!" Ron added. "Impressive. How about you?" He asked pointing at Ginny.
"She's my sister. She had this huge crush on you since she was five. But then she got over it. And then you started dating. Then you broke up with her because you had to fight Voldemort. Then she got mad. Then she kicked you in the ribs which made you go unconscious for the fifth time in two days. But you still love each other. But I wouldn't forgive her if I were you. This is the second time she made you black out by kicking your ribs in two days. Plus she's really angry because you don't want her to come on a dangerous mission and she thinks it's because you think she's not useful but really it's because your scared of anything happening to her." Ron said in a rush.
Harry stares at Ginny blankly. "If it makes you that mad, you can come in the mission." Harry said. Everyone stared at him in disbelief. "Harry, you're only saying that because you don't really know her right now. This mission could kill her. KILL her." Hermione said.
"But she's ready to risk it. Just like you." Harry said. "Well, if you actually knew how much you loved her you wouldn't even let her THINK about something that there's even a remote possibility that it could harm her in any way shape or form." Ron said.
"Yes, but you two are my best friends. If I'm okay with letting you two take the risk, I'm okay with letting her take the risk if she wants to." Harry told them.
Ginny cleared her throat. "Just to be clear, you don't love me. You really do not." She said sadly.
Ron and Hermione shook their heads. "Well there isn't much we can do now that Harry doesn't know us or anything for that matter." Ron told everyone. "We may as well just go to sleep." Hermione said.
"Thanks for the water by the way." Harry told Ginny as she left. She just nodded.
The next morning everyone ate breakfast in silence. "So now we just wait three days?" Ginny asked.
Hermione shrugged. "I guess." After breakfast Hermione and Ron went upstairs to read and research. That left just the two. Ginny didn't know what to say. He didn't even know her. "You will come on the mission, right?" Harry asked her. "It'd be great if you did, the more people in our side the better right?" He asked.
Ginny sighed. "I'll say yes now, but you'll have a different opinion about this when you get your memory back." Harry frowned.
"I'm going out to fly." She said. "Can I come with you?" He asked her. Ginny just shrugged. They both got brooms out from the shed and stared flying. "I love flying." She declared. "Me as well. Though you probably know that. I actually smell flying in my aromatentia. If that's possible. And fresh home cooked meals. And a flowery smell I can't really recognize." He said as he flew closer to her. Then a curious look came over his face. He started sniffing the air. "I smell that flowery smell right now."
Ginny stopped in her tracks. She knew what he was smelling. He was smelling a secret. Her secret. Every Christmas and birthday, fleur gave her a perfume. Ginny Hated perfumes, but was obsessed with this one. It smelled very flowery. She put it on everyday but never admitted it because perfume was so feminine.
flashback to Christmas of Ginny's fourth fourth year*
Fleur waltzed into Ginny's room, holding a neatly wrapped present. "'Ello ginee! Marry Christmas! Chère Noël!" She sang brightly. "I bring a present!" She held it out to Ginny. "Um, thanks." Ginny said awkwardly.
She was going to shove it in her closet, never to be seen again as soon as fleur left. Ginny guesses it was something super feminine like a dress with baby pink flowers all over it. She knew it was mean to abandon the gift, but she wasn't very fond of fleur and didn't really care what seemed mean when it came to her. Ginny waited for fleur to leave the room.
"Well? Arnt you going to open it?" Fleur asked with a giggle. Oh Merlin. Ginny sighed under her breath and unwrapped the package. Perfume. Worse then she imagined. What did ginny hate more than baby pink flowery dresses? Oh yeah, perfume. Ginny tried it a little after fleur insisted. Wow. It smelled... amazing! The best smell ever!
After that, she kept on wearing the perfume but still kept it a secret. She's been receiving a bottle full from fleur on every occasion fleur could manage. In exchange for something. Everytime fleur have Ginny a bottle, Ginny have fleur a case of butter beer. Fleur was too dainty to admit it, but she loved butterbeer. "Our special secret" they'd laugh.