Masquerade Act Two: When the Masks Fall

The Fifteenth Dance: Healing is a Long Process

The greatest healing therapy is friendship and love. Hubert H. Humphrey

Ron was too ecstatic to hide the good news. "Mum. Dad. George. Hermione-she's awake!"

Molly, who was holding up a giant pot to bring to the kitchen, to her credit, did not drop it in shock at hearing the words that came from her youngest son's mouth. At first she was in disbelief. "You better not be saying that just because you missed supper and don't want me to yell your ear off even though I explicitly told you not to come late home."

"No, mum, he's being serious. Hermione really is awake." Ginny protected her brother's claim with much enthusiasm. Molly still was a bit skeptical, after all she had just seen Hermione mere hours ago and she was as knocked out as possible, but both her youngest children were gushing, their tongues stumbling over one another as they spoke, so that had to mean something.

"What do you mean she woke up?" George asked, once the crack of the apparating siblings faded away. He was flicking his wand around lazily, magical dust coming from it and drifting onto his trousers and the tabletop where it glowed a bright orange before dying down. "We were just there an hour or so ago. She was as stiff as a log."

"Yes, but she did wake up. She started twitching and pulling faces in her sleep and we all thought it was a fluke or something but it wasn't. She woke up and was talking to us and was, just awake!" Ron said, too excited to get his sentences to make much sense.

"That's amazing!" Arthur stood up from the table, tossing the paper he had been studying to the side. "We have to go see her right away." He made to go fetch his winter coat and hat.

"Dad we can't go right now. They said Hermione needs some rest before she can get used to having visitors again. Their going to run some tests on her and make sure she's alright." Ginny's words stopped her father in his tracks.

There was a loud clatter from the kitchen as Molly put the giant empty pot that had contained the soup for their dinner in the sink. "Well if she's awake then I best get to making some food for her. No doubt she needs a good meal to brighten her spirits up. And to put some meat on her bones. The poor thing looks starved!" Molly went about merrily humming to herself as she used her wand to make fruits, vegetables, breads, meats and spices float out from the pantry and towards the cutting boards before they were dumped onto a pot or pan which heated up to cook them. It looked like she was trapped in a hurricane of food.

"This is truly amazing. Spectacular!" Arthur commented as he sat back down. He was truly glad that Hermione had come back. He had been greatly upset when it had been diagnosed that the girl would never return to normal. "The healers said she would never awaken again but she has!"

"I know," Ron murmured excitedly, sitting down at the table.

"Hey mum, where's supper?" Ginny called, not venturing more than the doorway to the kitchen, a knife whizzing past her head to cut up the food meant for Hermione's meal.

"You missed it," her mother responded with. "You know that means no supper for you. But since you missed it for a good cause, then I suppose I can whip you up something to eat."

"Thanks mum." Ginny was famished even though she didn't say so. She gave out a huge sneeze as a puff of pepper passed by her nose and then went to sit down next to her brother at their oversized table.

"Does the media know?" Arthur asked after Ron had gone over the details of Hermione's awakening, his arms and eyebrows wildly gesticulating during the recount. "Or the ministry?"

"Uh, no," this tripped Ron up a bit. "It was just us in the room when it happened. None of us thought to tell anyone about it. We were more focused on Hermione's well-being."

Arthur nodded his head at this. "We may have to tell Kingsley and McGonagall. It's only fair for them to know."

"I think we shouldn't tell the press about this until later. There's no telling if it could have adverse effects on Hermione. She's still a bit...delicate from the experience. She was even frightened of us when she came to." The redhead girl couldn't stand to have her poor friend freak out and start screaming in front of reporters and then be labeled unstable.

"I understand what you are saying Ginny, but the minister of magic and the headmistress of Hogwarts certainly know better than to go running their mouths about this development. I'm sure if we ask nicely then they won't tell a soul until Hermione's ready." Arthur reached over the table and patted his daughter on the hand.

"This is pretty cool. Hermione's like Harry now. Returning from the dead and all that bullocks. She's the girl-who-lived." George smiled cheekily. "And what about you Ron? You're the only one who hasn't died from that group yet and come back to life. Get on with it."

A pan came twirling out of the kitchen at those words, nearly nicking George on his head before it crashed to the wall and onto the floor, it's magical aided flight stopped.

"Don't you dare tell your brother to die, you hear me George Weasley? Or I will give you a sound punishment. I don't care if you're a grown man or not, I will whoop your arse!" Molly screamed over the sound of her cooking and George ducked his head. "Yes mom. I'm sorry." Then whispering, he added to the people at the table for them to hear only, "I guess mom's still a touch upset about Fred."

In fact they all still were. Eight months wasn't enough time to forget the other twin, whose presence filled any room with mirth and laughter. Together with George, he had always captivated an audience and had a large following of those who were up to no good and took inspiration from the twins pranks and hi-jinks.

The elated mood at the table sobered up a bit. The loss hurt, but it hurt George the most. Not that he would admit it. The place were his ear was missing itched and he absentmindedly scratched at it. It was Ginny who broke the silence in an awkward attempt to mend things.

"I think Ron doesn't need anything like that. He's practically already mentally dead given how a rock is smarter and more tactful than him."

"I am not dumb!" Ron shot to his defense at Ginny's barb.

"Oh, little sis has got you there," George chuckled, glad to move past the death of his twin.

The siblings then took to bickering over who was stupider as Arthur went back to reading his paper in his study. The kids only quieted down when Molly brought warm food over for them.

Harry was the first one to come visit Hermione the next day. He was on his lunch break right now and had decided to bring Hermione's wand with him after much deliberation. He had kept it all this time, safe in his office, locked up in a small wooden box that had gradually gathered dust while it waited on a shelf for it's owner to awaken.

Now he had the ten inch wand in his pocket, waiting to be handed over to it's owner. The wood was warm to the touch, as if the wand itself was excited about the exchange that was going to happen. "Hermione, good to see you walking." His voice and sudden appearance startled her and she nearly lost her balance, recovering at the last second. She had been hopping around the room, balancing on one leg at a time for extended periods to get her muscles working.

Harry walked through the doorway of her room, where he had been waiting and watching quietly as the brunette did her exercises. Now she stopped in them, giving him a tentative look, her face drawn, before rushing over to him eagerly. "Did you bring it?" He knew what she talking about.

"I did. But how are you walking so quickly? I thought you would be bedridden for another week or so."

"I had the healers administer to me a muscle rebuilding potion. Normally one is supposed to take it easy with it as the process can be painful but I downed the whole bottle in one go. I want to be better already," she admitted.

Harry was impressed, his brows rising high. "Hermione you really are unstoppable when you put your mind to something." He knew the muscle rebuilding potion hurt as much as a Skelo-grow potion.

"Can I have my wand now?" The way Hermione stuck out her hand towards him was a childish and brusque motion. She didn't even care for his compliment. Harry pushed the pinprick of unease out of his mind at this. He was probably imagining that there was a difference in her character. It was all probably due to the coma she had been in for a while. Made her a bit slower on the uptake of social cues and such. He dug into his pocket and handed over the wand her. She greedily took the wood and ran her hands and eyes over it, absorbing it to the last detail.

"Hermione, I already said this before, but I'll repeat myself again. Bellatrix cannot hurt you anymore." He felt the need to reassure his friend, given how much abhorrent attention she was giving the wand.

The brunette looked up at this, her lips curled up gently in a look that said she knew something that Harry didn't. "I know that. The wand is just here to help me with reading books at night. They don't appreciate me keeping the lights on late after hours."

Harry smiled at this. "Of course that would be your reasoning for having a wand. Typical Hermione. If you could only have your way then you would make sure that wands were as harmless as flies. No jinx's or curses whatsoever."

Hermione walked away from Harry at this, sitting pretzel-style on the bed after stashing her wand under her pillow. "Does the world know I'm awake yet?"

Harry shook his head. "No. We haven't told anyone about this yet. Only the four of us who were here last night know."

"Good. I'd prefer if it'd stay that way. I'm not ready to face the mobs."

"I understand. But we can't keep this a secret for long. Our friends, the minster of magic and the headmistress of Hogwarts, would all be upset if we didn't tell them you were awake. It wouldn't be fair."

Hermione's lips twisted at this and her eyes glimmered darkly. She briefly closed them as she battled with some internal decision. "I just want a few more days to myself. Is that so much to ask?" Her voice was petulant and Harry squirmed in discomfort.

"I suppose. But we have to tell them soon." He tried to put as much authority into his tone as possible. This was his friend and he wanted to respect her wishes, but he was an auror now and he had duties that he needed to fulfill to the ministry.

There was a loud crack outside the room and Ron came stumbling in a moment later, his shirt untucked and his hair standing up at the back.

"Ron, what happened? I thought you'd be the first one here to visit Hermione. What had happened to all you said yesterday?" Harry teased as Ron came to stand breathlessly next to him.

"I couldn't-sleep last night-too excited. And then when I-finally fell asleep, I overslept," Ron answered between breaths. "Hullo Hermione. I'm glad to see you. You look better than yesterday. Did the healers run tests on you yet?"

"They did," Hermione nodded her head. "And they also gave me potions to help aid my health."

"That's great! How are you feeling?"

"Better."

"I'm glad to see you on your feet Hermione, but, I have to be on my way, so I'll catch up with you later," Harry informed, looking at his watch. Lunch break was almost over and he had to return back to the ministry. Something like panic flared across Hermione's face at those words but it was gone as quickly as it appeared, neither boy noticing it. "It was lovely seeing you again Hermione." Then he disapparated away. That left Ron and Hermione in the room alone. The red-haired man dawdled by her bedside, unsure what to do. He wanted to kiss her most of all, but he didn't want to push it.

Instead he took to sitting next to her and she pulled her knees up to her chest so that he would have more space on the bed. "Hermione..." he swallowed hard, unsure what to say. "I missed you, you know," he said at last. "I felt terrible. I thought the worst. I was ready to tear apart the witch who did this to you with my bare hands."

Hermione flinched at his harsh words and the images they provoked in her mind.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to sound so rough," Ron stammered, fiddling with his hands and looking down at them. Now that she was back he didn't know what to say anymore. It was like visiting a long lost cousin after ten years and discovering you didn't know what to talk about with them because you had so much information to convey that you didn't know when or where to start.

Hermione didn't say anything, taking to looking at her toes. The silence stretched between them. He felt like he had moved on, changing and growing as a person while Hermione had remained her same old self, trapped in homeostasis. She was a butterfly in a cocoon but without the change metamorphosis brought with it. In fact, it was like the opposite. She had retracted more, grown backwards. She would have been chatting off his ear by now, her mouth never ceasing to spill forth knowledge or questions like an overflowing cauldron. But now she was quiet. Was it because she had lost all that knowledge?

"Mione, do you have any memories or recollections of the time we spent together?"

Hermione's lips thinned at this. "To be honest, no. I vaguely know who you and Potter are."

Ron paled at this and the breath caught in his throat, causing his voice to get squeaky. "Blimey, that's terrible. Do the healers have anything for that?"

"If they do, they haven't tried it yet." Hermione shrugged and went back to looking at her toes.

Ron took a deep breath, needing to ask this next question but hating to have to ask it. "Do you...do you know that we're dating?" Ron managed to get the words out through his dry as sandpaper throat. His heart thumped in his chest something dreadful and he feared the answer she would give him although he already knew what it might be.

A chuckle escaped from Hermione's lips. "That we are dating?" Her voice went up in pitch as if she struggling to reel in some emotion. Was it her trying to prevent tears? "No, I had no idea we were romantically engaged." Ron's heart plummeted and he suddenly had no more desire to talk. Hermione hadn't known they were dating. Did this mean she didn't love him anymore? All those years of shared adventure, experience and build up, and now it was over before it could even begin.

They sat in some more silence before another crack announced the arrival of Ginny. The redheaded girl strode into the room and immediately noticed the dark mood surrounding her brother and his girlfriend. "What's going on here?" she asked, lowering the basket of food Molly had prepared for Hermione to the floor by her night stand.

Ron merely shook his head and got up. He walked outside, hand over his mouth, his shoes squeaking on the tiled floor of the hallway. Ginny watched him go before she turned to look back at Hermione. "What was that about?"

Hermione cocked her head, more interested in the basket of food than with Ron's departure. "Is that food? It smells really good." Hermione dropped her legs to the floor and padded over to check on it when Ginny blocked her way to the basket.

"Hermione, what's going on?" Ginny put her hands on her hips, her eyes level to the brunette's. She wanted answers and now.

The brunette shrugged. "I lost my memories. It's no big deal."

"No big deal!?" The redheaded girl's eyes went wide. "How can you drop a bombshell like that and say it's no big deal! Your memories are what make you as a person, therefore you've lost yourself Hermione. You've lost yourself." Ginny's voice softened at the end, horrified for what Hermione was going to have to go through, all because she had unwillingly been caught in a spell by the most horrid of witches.

"It's no big deal," Hermione stated once more, firmly. As if she could convince Ginny it was true.

"It is a big deal," a third voice stated. It was the head healer from last time. He came alone, a floating tray of potions and medicines on it following him. "However, Miss Granger will not understand this as she has no memories so she doesn't care to see what is wrong with not having any. In short, she is incapable of realizing what she is missing out on. Why don't you sit down? We have some tests and potions to administer." He gestured for Hermione to sit back on her bed and the brunette did so reluctantly.

"I'll have to ask you to leave," he instructed Ginny and she nodded her head, leaving the room. The door shut magically behind her and she found herself out in a white tiled hallway where Ron was pacing around, his hand still on his mouth.

"Ron, she lost her memories. This is terrible."

Ron looked up at her, his eyes glimmering with wetness. "She doesn't even remember us dating. This is horrid. What if she doesn't love me anymore?" Ginny went over and wrapped her brother in a hug. She knew how much he cared for the brown haired girl and how he had waited patiently by her side for months in the hopes she would reawaken. This was tearing his heart apart.

"It's going to be fine. I know it is. Just give her some time. I'm sure there is a way for her memories to come back."

"And if there isn't?"

"She's a miracle girl, Ron. She woke up when she wasn't supposed to. She'll remember in time."

"But what about if that still doesn't happen. Then what?"

"Then you'll have to make her fall in love with you again."

"I can't do that. I can't. It was all the time that we spent together that made her love me. Without that shared past I'm just a loser. I'm not even that good at magic and-"

"Ron." Ginny pulled back from her brother, slightly amused to see him stressing out so much; to see him lay out all his insecurities. She had never seen him act this way when it came to matters of dealing with girls. Usually he was ready to run the other way. "If Hermione could love you back then, and she very well knew how pathetic and useless you could be, then she'll love you again. You just have to find a way to get her to see that."

Ron was silent a moment as he digested this. "Thanks Ginny. You're right. I'll have to be strong and patient. I won't give up on Hermione."

Ginny smiled softly at this and then pulled her brother in for another hug.

It was night now and Hermione lay slumbering in her bed. Snow fell softly outside her window and a cold wind rattled the panes ever so often but she was safe and warm in her bed. She had just fallen asleep after she had exercised some more, making sure all the muscles in her body were functioning as closely to a hundred percent as she could get them. She had also practiced her magic, heedful of the healers that would drop by her room sometimes. She'd hide her wand and pretend to be reading a book from the selection that Arthur and Molly had brought her before resuming. She couldn't let them know she had a wand with her. No doubt they would take it away from her.

She wanted to leave right away but she knew she couldn't. She had to wait patiently. Make them trust that she wouldn't leave. The part she hated most was the healers and their damn nosy noses. They kept trying to poke into her head, to find her missing memories but she wouldn't let them. She didn't want anyone digging into her mind and she had made it clear. She'd scratched the face of the last person who had insisted on it and now the healers knew full well not to bring up the topic to her until she deemed she was ready. She never would be ready, not that they would ever know since they wouldn't get the chance to do it because she was going to leave before then.

There were things that she had seen and done that couldn't and shouldn't be witnessed by the healers. Then there was that blasted hotel and the prison sentence she had served there. They couldn't know about purgatory and what she had been through there. If they did then realities could crash, or something like that. She wasn't sure what the rules or repercussion's of it would be but she felt the judges would not like her sharing information about their world. So she was going to avoid that the best she could, besides she wasn't exactly excited to recall that hellish nightmare.

Hermione tossed in her bed, opening her eyes to the dark and suddenly awake. She felt uneasy, like something or someone was watching her. But who? Was it the judges? A shadow moved from the corner of her eye and without another thought she grabbed her wand and pointed it at their face. "Lumos," she whispered and saw that Luna was standing in her room by the door, her face expressionless and eyes glowing in the light of the spell. How had she even got in here?

"Luna. What are you doing here?" Hermione gasped, sliding her feet out from under the covers and trying to approach the other witch. "Are you spying on me?"

The other merely looked blankly on at her. "I was right." Said more to herself than to Hermione, Luna turned her back, opened the door and slide out into the empty and quiet hallway.

"Wait. What are you blabbering about?" Hermione peered out into the hallway as well but Luna had already disappeared.

Well, that was weird.

The next day Harry, Ron and Ginny visited again, bringing Neville with them. As promised, no one had told the higher authorities about Hermione's awakening, even the hospital keeping a stiff upper lip about it, citing that it's patient's requests and health were more important than anything else.

Ron and Ginny had informed Harry about Hermione's lost memories and the black haired boy hadn't been shocked. Given the ancient magic spell she had been under it was a miracle she still had her soul intact. Ron still felt devastated after learning that Hermione might no longer carry any feelings for him but he had bravely returned, needing to be by his love's side as she recovered.

"I can't believe I missed you waking up. If only I had stayed a few more minutes," Neville shook his head in disappointment at himself before giving the girl a hug. She didn't return it but smiled up at him. "It's good that you did. I was a mess, screaming and kicking people. I'm glad I had one less person to embarrass myself in front of."

"Nonsense," Neville waved his hand dismissively. "I wouldn't have minded. You're my friend Mione. Besides I got to miss the miracle of you awakening, and that's a once in a lifetime thing. I wonder what the papers will call you once word gets around."

"Hopefully they won't be calling me at all. I'd like some peace and quiet."

The friends chuckled at this, all in high spirits. It was the weekend starting today and they had come to visit their friend. They had all brought small gifts for her and decided to dine in the room with her. Ron had conjured up a picnic blanket like the muggles used and Neville had brought a wonderful potted plant, that with the aid of some of his herbology magic, grew around the blanket and it's guests, providing a small secluded world filled with the scent of honeysuckle and lilies. Hermione could almost forget she was in a hospital.

Ginny had brought more of Molly's home cooking and Harry had brought a nice bottle of champagne. "I saw this at the parks when I was a little kid. Muggles love doing this especially when it's warm."

"We may be a bit behind, considering the blizzard raging outside," Ron commented cheerfully in response to Harry's words, as he unwrapped the desert he had bought for the occasion. He was going to be the best gentleman to Hermione, to win her affection back.

"Mudblood's do this?" Hermione asked all of a sudden, the disgust in her words freezing her friends. They exchanged looks with one another, uncertain what to do or say next. One boy spoke up first.

"What did you say, Hermione?" Harry turned to look at his friend, confused as to why she, of all people, would say the racial slur.

Hermione's eyes flared in panic as she realized the mistake she had made, given all her friend's distraught facial expressions. "I didn't-I mean, it's what's on my arm. So I figured-" she dropped her head, her ears burning up in shame at her mistake. Ron was the first to reach out to her. He placed a heavy hand on her shoulder. "It's alright Mione. Must be that you're picking up some things from your past. Some unpleasant things."

Hermione nodded her head at this, frantic to erase what had just happened. "How about some of those sandwiches, Ginny. I'm famished." Ginny smiled at this, putting the worry for her friend temporarily aside. She wondered if her friend could only remember unpleasant snippets of her past and how she had been called a mudblood, how the words were forever carved into her skin. No doubt Hermione had questions about where the scars came from.

"Hermione don't pay any mind to what the scar on your arm says. We do not hate you for your muggleborn status. You're so much better than a lot of purebloods. Better than that nasty witch Bellatrix Lestrange!"

Ginny cleared her throat, urging Ron wordlessly to shut up before he triggered some memory in Hermione but he went on, oblivious to her attempts. "She may have carved those words into your flesh but don't ever let them stay with you. You are Hermione Granger, one of the golden trio!" This time it was Harry's turn to clear his throat and he did it a bit more loudly than Ginny had. Still Ron didn't notice it.

"And not only that-"

"Ron!" Ginny and Harry both said his name, startling the man and causing his hand to come shooting off of Hermione's shoulder.

"What?" He turned an innocent face to them.

"That's enough," Harry added. "Let's talk about something else." Ron sat down, heeding his friend's words.

"No, that's fine. I don't mind," Hermione said, making herself more comfortable on the blanket and grasping the flute of champagne in her hand that Harry's enchanted bottle had poured for her. "I know she did some terrible things to me and to other people. I can remember it well. That at least."

"You poor dear," Ginny rubbed Hermione's knee soothingly from where she sat next to the girl. "I hope your other memories come back so that you can have happier things to remember and reflect upon. Shall we tell you about some of them?"

Hermione hesitantly agreed to this and soon the blanket was alive with chattering and reminiscing of all the wild things they had done at Hogwarts. Harry and Ron lead most of the talk with Ginny and Neville interjecting with their own comments. Hermione listened attentively, sipping sparsely on her drink. At the end when all the food had been eaten and all the drinks, drunk, the boys drew to an end on the latest adventure. They had argued over some of the details along the way and certainly exaggerated some of the facts but in the end Hermione's head was spinning with the influx of information and from the drink she had consumed. "I was such a troublemaker. And here I thought I spent all my days trapped in a library with my nose buried in some old book."

"You did spend a lot of time in the library. But when you didn't, you were getting in trouble with us." Ron chortled, his face flush with drink.

"Wow," Hermione mumbled to herself. "I was really not expecting that."

"I'm glad our stories could entertain you. But how did you even lose your memories from a soul spell? That's quite peculiar."

Ginny shook her head at Neville's question. "No one knows. That's why this type of magic was banned. It's too dangerous and unstable. Has too many unknown variables"

"How did the witch even get this spell on you? You were always surrounded by the Order or by friends and teachers. So how?" Neville was curious. He was asking the question everyone else wanted to know. How had the spell been placed on Hermione in the first place?

"She uh, caught me before the battle of Hogwarts could begin. It was the one time I was alone. I was out thinking things over and needed some peace and that's when she caught me. I guess she sensed that her side would lose and she wanted to drag me down with it, figuring that no one would hurt her if they found out she was attached to the golden girl from the trio. It didn't work out like she wanted it to," Hermione said bitterly into the mouth of her flute, taking a big sip of her champagne.

"That sick bitch," Ginny cursed. "I hope she's rotting for all the evil she's done. I wish she was still alive so we could stick her into prison with the other Death Eaters."

"What has happened with Vol-I mean, He-who-must-not-be-named's army anyways? The papers don't say much on it." Hermione had took to reading any paper she could get her hands on but all of them talked about the same topic-the reparation of the community, awards given out to war heroes, and how Death Eaters were going to be caught and punished with daily records of those who had been caught posted to boost moral. But that wasn't what she wanted. She had been sent back because Voldemort had come back to life. Yet the world seemed to not know this. Where was he?

"Well, the army fell apart after he died and went into hiding. The aurors are looking for fragments of the Death Eaters even now as we speak. Me and Ron are the ones responsible for bringing them back and we've found a couple but not many. Their hard to find."

Hermione nodded her head in consideration of this. She still wasn't satisfied by that answer so she decided to go out on a limb. "And there's been no reports of Vol-I mean, He-who-must-not-be-named coming back alive?"

At this all her friends burst out into laughter, angering her. "What? What's so funny?" They wouldn't be laughing if they had been through what she had. If they knew what she did.

"Hermione, he's dead. He-who-must-not-be-named is deader than a door nail," Neville said. "Where did you get such an idea that he'll come back to life?"

"Hermione when I sacrificed myself it caused his final horcrux to be destroyed. There is no way he is coming back to life a third time!" Harry explained, only making Hermione even angrier.

"You don't know a damn thing do you!" She hissed, standing up. "He's alive and I know it. You didn't come back from where I did! You didn't see the things I did!"

This made her friends sober up. "Mione, what are you saying?"

"I was fucking dead, that's what I'm saying!"

"No, you were in a coma, not dead-"

"I know what I was, Ron. I was dead. And I know I was dead because I ended up in purga-" Suddenly Hermione's throat stopped working. Her hands flew up to it and her eyes opened wide. What in Merlin's beard-she couldn't talk anymore! Her throat wasn't letting her! It was like someone had clapped hot iron clamps on it in a vice like grip. She couldn't even utter a single sound! Or breathe!

"Hermione are you okay?" Harry was the first to his feet. Hermione shook her head urgently to let him know that she wasn't. She pointed with one hand, the other hand still on her throat, trying to alleviate the pressure she felt on it.

"Ginny, get the healers! Something's wrong!"

A/N-Dun dun dunn! What's going on with Hermione?