Hermione awoke, thinking to herself how she was becoming quite sick of waking up in hospital beds. But her self-pity quickly diminished as she looked over to the person next to her. Ron was half-sitting, half-laying in the chair next to Hermione. His body was tangled in an uncomfortable-looking position. His mouth was slightly ajar and doing the famous Ron snore. His hand was resting on her bed, palm facing upward as if still grasping for her hand, even in his sleep.

Hermione watched him for a moment, enjoying the rarely seen peace she saw in his face. But, she had to wake him. She had to talk to him. She gently put her hand in his and whispered his name.

He did not stir, and she knew he wouldn't, he was much too much of a heavy sleeper. So, reluctant to disturb his peace, she called his name louder, waking him from his slumber.

"Wha-," Ron started, jolted out of his sleep. "Hermione," he said with equal parts concern and excitement, remembering where he was, and what they were doing there.

"Hi," she responded softly, squeezing his hand in hers.

"How are you feeling? Are you okay? The healer said-"

"I'm alright," she responded with a small smile. "Never better".

He instinctively reached to brush her hair out of her face, this time not stopping himself before he did.

"Your healer, he said...he said you were remembering," Ron said, his voice becoming quieter as he went on.

Hermione nodded her head, taking his other hand in hers.

Ron stared at her in shock. "What do you remember?", he finally uttered.

"Everything."

"Everything?", he repeated incredulously.

"Well, you're right, I can't possibly know if I've remembered everything. I couldn't tell you what I had for breakfast 6 years ago, but I think I remember the gist of things."

Ron's mouth was slightly ajar, not fully processing what she was saying.

Noticing his disbelief, she added, "you could always test me."

"Right," he said, nodding. This was something he had the ability to do, unlike trying to figure out how this impossible thing had occurred.

"Erm," Ron tried to think of things that hadn't been told to her already. "When we were all staying at Sirius', back before 5th year, you brought some muggle thing with you, that freaked dad out. What was it?"

"Oh," Hermione said with a laugh. "My Discman?"

"Yeah!," Ron said excitedly. "You could play all sorts of songs on that. Whichever song you wanted, whenever you wanted!"

"I tried so hard to try to explain how it worked to your dad. But, the truth was I barely knew, myself."

Both began to laugh in remembrance. After a few minutes, Ron remembered the task at hand. He tried to think of the right questions to ask; there were so many. Cringing internally, he knew what he had to ask her.

"In 6th year," he started cautiously. "When you, erm, caught me and Lavender." He paused, avoiding eye contact with Hermione, though still squeezing her hands gently. "What spell did you set on us?"

"Avis", she said firmly. "I am sorry about that whole thing", she said in a much less steady voice.

Ron shook his head.

"Me too," he said, now looking directly in her eyes. "But, that's good. You've remembered everything so far."

"How did I find myself back to you during the war?", he asked. His abandonment was one of the details that they had glossed over when discussing everything with Hermione.

"With Dumbledore's deluminator. Because I said your name."

Ron nodded again. Three out of three.

"Where was the first place that we made love?", he asked, not quite sure where the question came from.

"Your bedroom at the burrow. And, I'm pretty sure, that's the only place we've made love," she added with a chuckle.

Ron dropped her hands, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer. He once again placed his lips on hers. This kiss so much different than the last. Forgoing the whole getting her memory painfully back thing. This kiss was also much more passionate than before. It had something that the last one hadn't; love. They snogged for what felt like hours, tongues fighting each other and hands messing up their already quite messy hair.

Finally, they broke free. Maybe for oxygen, or maybe because the emotions they were feeling were just too strong. Hermione was struck with something she had to say. It had been said before, but so much time had passed, she was worried that it wouldn't be reciprocated. But, she didn't give herself time to overthink it.

"I love you," she said, staring into his heartbreakingly beautiful eyes.

At first, he didn't respond, and Hermione felt her breath catch. He rubbed his thumb along her cheekbone and met her eyes. She could see a smile spreading across his face,

"I love you too, Hermione. So much."

After recovering from the high from their proclamations of love, they began to go over what had happened the night before. Hermione explained her point of view of the previous night's events. She had only been kissing Ron for a moment when her mind started getting bombarded with memories. First slowly, and mostly having to do with Ron, then so quick that she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. Her head started to ache so significantly that she could barely concentrate on her memories. She was only slightly aware of what was going on. She explained her experience like having a cinema in her head, playing her memories non-stop. It got to the point where she could no longer turn it off and became completely entranced in her memories. But, she woke today feeling like Hermione. No headache, no memories swirling in her brain, each of her memories seeming to be in the right order and ready for her to pick them out when she so wanted.

Ron told her of his experience. How he had brought her to Saint Mungo's. How Hr. Stoica had examined her and told Ron that she was remembering. That Harry and Ginny were here until Ron had forced them to go, saying he would alert them when Hermione awoke. After all, it was their wedding night.

"Oh no," Hermione responded to Ron's story. "I hope I haven't ruined their wedding!"

"I'm sure it's fine," Ron reassured, "their wedding was pretty much over anyway. Plus, I'm sure they'll be so excited to have you back."

With that, Ron sent Harry a Patronus telling him of Hermione's recovery, and assuring him that they could go on their honeymoon without having to check on her.

Nevertheless, seconds later, Harry and Ginny arrived at Hermione's hospital room.

Hermione got out of her bed and rushed over to them. Partially because she was so excited to finally see them, and partially because she wanted to prove that she was okay. She was glad that wizarding hospital gowns were not open in the back, and wondered for a moment when she was changed out of her dress.

"Hermione," Harry said, pulling her into a hug.

Hermione moved from Harry to hug Ginny.

"You're really okay?", he asked. "You have your memory back?"

"Yes," said Hermione smiling at the newlyweds.

"And you two are married," Hermione said, almost squealing. She now knew what that truly meant. "I hope I didn't mess anything up for you two," she said, talking about much more than just their wedding night.

"Nonsense," said Ginny firmly. Harry nodded his head in agreement.

"Alright," Hermione responded, not completely believing them. "But shouldn't you be on your honeymoon?"

"Our portkey leaves in an hour," said Harry. "But, we wanted to make sure that you were okay. We can always get another one."

Hermione waved him off.

"I am fine," she said exaggeratedly. "I am more than fine; my best friends are married!"

Ginny and Harry smiled at each other.

"Go," she said, pretending to shoo them away. "I mean it, go pack, go get that portkey, and go enjoy your honeymoon."

Harry looked back at Ron who gave him an agreeing nod.

"She's right, mate. We'll write if anything's wrong. But, nothing will be."

"Oh, alright," said Ginny, giving Hermione another squeeze. "I'm so happy to have you back," she whispered in Hermione's ear.

"Me too," said Hermione.

With that, the newlyweds said their goodbyes and left for their honeymoon.