Disclaimer: The characters are JK Rowling's. The song is by Evan and Jaron (have you noticed that if you took away the J-A in Jaron… what name you wold have?)
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Madam Pomfrey sat done next to me. Shaking slightly I tried to sit up, quickly discovering just HOW bad my headache was.
"Can you tell me exactly what happened? Miss Granger tells me you seemed fine then you saw Mr. Malfoy, punched him and blacked out?"
I tried to remember the events that put me here. "Well, I saw him and I didn't remember him, that bloke. Malfoy was it? Well I didn't know him, but then he laughed and the sound…it brought back all these memories! They-they hit me and-and then I blacked out." Wonderful. I was awake five minutes and was already babbling like an idiot. I didn't dare look at Hermione who I was sure had written me off for the nutter house. It came as a pleasant surprize to me when she pulled herself next to me on the hard infirmary bed and began to brush the hair (which I was sure where sticking up all about the place) out of my eyes. Was she this nice to everyone or did she have an affinity to babbling, freckly psychotic patients with hair like burnt carrots? At this particular moment I didn't care.
She spoke softly. "Perhaps when your memory comes back, its like that. I mean in fits and starts. I have heard, you know in the Muggle world, about all sorts of theories of amnesia. Maybe it causes some sort of cerebral over load and you pass out."
I was nodding, even though she had lost beyond the phrase 'fits and starts'. It didn't really matter as long as got to stare into her hazel eyes for the rest of my life. 'Stop it, RON! You are as usual acting like a complete twit. Say something intelligent instead of gaping like a ten year old.'
"Umm, Hermione, my head hurts." 'Oh brilliant! You stupid Prat! No wonder we can't remember anything with you in charge!'
In the end it didn't matter. Madam Pomfrey shooed her away saying I needed more rest and I didn't see her for the rest of the day.
When I was finally released for the infirmary Dumbeldore came to me about slugging Malfoy one. He said that under the circumstances it was understandable, but to avoid such situations in the future. Snape was behind him, with an expression crossed between and scowl and a glare. I had no doubt that he was fuming at the fact that he could not give me detention or take points off of …what was my house name? Yes Gryffindor.
I began classes soon after. Good Lord, was I nervous. For the first time, I thanked Merlin that my memory loss seemed limited to the experiences of my family and loved ones but not my work. It was rather strange, how my memory loss worked. When I had first awoken from the four-month coma, I didn't know who or what I was. Then slowly things came back, in bits and pieces. I remembered myself but odd things, like that I hated spiders and that I like steak and kidney pie. Then my life traveling after Hogwarts fighting off goblins and taming dragons when I visited Charlie all came back. After that with the help of my family I began to remember a little about all six of my siblings. But Hermione and Harry remained a mystery and half of my life at Hogwarts. It was odd, like some one had taken apart my mind and left out half the pieces putting it back together.
But right at the moment I was looking at a group a first years, all excited obviously dreaming of learning how to stop unforgivable curses and defeat the goblins and were-wolfs and so on. Well I would teach the best I could. And if I needed help I could always rely on Miss Hermione. Oh yes I could always find an excuse to see her.
"And I want you to research about the various types of goblins and how tell the good from the bad. Report due on Monday," I called over the din of the students leaving their desks and heading for their next class. The day had gone better then I expected. With a little bit of Weasely luck I might just pull this job off.
I was free for the next period, then I had a class of Ravenclaws and Huffelpuffs before the luck break. It was the perfect time to work on my memory. You see I tried to do that at times…go through the memories I had recovered and try to separate them from the things people had told me.
I tried you know, I really did, but every time I attempted to concentrate I'd see the shining eyes and wavy hair of Hermione. Suddenly, just when I was giving up, a realization hit me. The wavy hair. I had seen it flash by my mind a million times in that hospital-room in Egypt! Finally one of the many wisps had fallen into place…And was becoming clearer. As I concentrated on the picture I could see the outline of her face and she was moving, waving goodbye…too me? She had on blue robes and it was almost as if she had tears in her eyes...
But the picture was going blurry and my head began to hurt. For a moment I thought I would black out again, so I pushed the memory of my beautiful co-worker away. I would puzzle about it later. The ringing bell reminded me that my next class was about to begin. I would ask Hermione about the memory at lunch.
As the lunch bell finally rang, I made may way to the teachers' lounge. I sought out Hermione who gladly invited me to sit with her. We sat in silence for a while picking at the beef roast and Yorkshire pudding. Finally I said, "I think I remember something about you."
Well that got her attention. Her eyes lit up and she unconsciously (I think) grabbed my hand.
"What!? What did you see?" she asked quickly.
I began to feel a bit uneasy. "Well," I said slowly "Your hair mostly. Then it got clearly, the memory I mean, and I could see your face. You were waving goodbye…er-er-you had on blue robes…" Should I mention that she was crying or not?
"And I was crying," said Hermione answering my unspoken question. "You were leaving for Egypt. I came to say goodbye."
For a moment we looked at each other, caught in some gaze that neither of us could look away from. I could feel the pull between us. Say something you git! My mind screamed at me. Tell her she's beautiful, ask about the past, and say something-anything! Something deep, something personal, something…
"Are you going to eat the rest of your pudding?" … something stupid. She jumped as my ever so artful tongue broke the spell we were under.
"Er- no. You can have the rest of the pudding if you want," she said absently. I gulped. Way to go Romeo! At this rate maybe she'll stop thinking you're a twit in the next fifty or so years. Oh I am sooo glad you have everything under control…
I had an amazing desire to shut my head up. Hermione looked a little embarrassed so I said the first thing that came to mind. "Umm…what's Draco Malfoy doing here anyway? I remember as a cold callous prat with an ugly attitude and an uglier nose. "
She pushed her hair out of her face laughing gently and said, "I think he is here to see Professor Snape. Some assistance work maybe."
Hermione looked absently out the window. She seemed to debate something mentally and then said, "Do you remember Hagrid?" I shook my head.
"He was grounds keeper here at Hogwarts and then he took over teaching the 'care for magical creatures' class. Would you like to see some of them Ron? Hagrid can show us, he just got some new creatures."
I nodded, it had to be better than sitting there eating the pudding and gravy I didn't really want. She led me down a number of halls and then outside until we reached a hut. As soon as we entered something happened. I don't know what triggered it but I think it was the smell. Anyway I started feeling dizzy and bit blurry eyed, but I hid it from Hermione. Any more spontaneous bloopers and I could ride off chances with her forever. Chances? Wait, what was I thinking? Just concentrate on the animals you stupid git! Yes master.
Hagrid was not in, but Hermione insisted that he wouldn't mind us poking around his yard.
"These are manticores," she said. "Most people are afraid of them but Hagrid, he could do wonders with them. And these in this cage are fire sprites. They aren't usually kept here because it's too cold for them, but perhaps Hagrid has a heating spell on them. And these," she said turning around the bend, "Are the unicorns."
In my life I don't think I ever saw anything quite as beautiful as that creature before me. And yet even in my wonder something was swirling madly in my mind. I could feel the surge and the whirlwind of memories threatening to crash my mind. I tried to fight it and without realizing it I grabbed Hermiones hand, hard.
"Ron, come and see the Harpies. We have two all the way from Belgium."
The smell seemed to be getting stronger. Then the now familiar rush of darkness came to me and I blacked out on the stable floor.
She was the one to hold me
The night the sky fell down
And what was I thinkin when
The world didn't end
Why didn't I know what I know now…
Crazy for this girl: Evan and Jaron
Regaining conscienceless was like swimming through an ocean of murky water. Finally I broke through only to find myself in some kind of room. Not the infirmary like I expected. Hermione was asleep in the chair next to me. Ah that was a refreshing sight. She looked so cute when she was asleep. I timidly reached out and shook her. She stretched and gave a kitten like yawn. I had the sudden urge to pet her. Not to mention have her curl up in my lap.
"How do you feel, Ron?" she asked still worried. Like a hippogriff just landed on my head. "I feel fine," I lied.
She looked around the room and murmured, "You were only out for few hours this time. Your body must be adjusting." More than you and to more things than just blacking out.
"Proffessor MacGonagall and Professor Dumbledore thought that since you weren't really sick it made more sense to put you here…In one of the guest rooms."
"I'm fine really, just tired." I wondered if she could tell I was lying through my teeth. Silence reigned for a moment longer. Finally she asked the obvious question.
"Ron, what did you see? What was it you remembered?"
"Hagrid, had a black beard didn't he?" I said. Her eyes lit up like a thousand stars. "Yes, yeas Ron, he did."
"And he brought that dragon from some strange place that bit me. And the huge spiders that almost gave me a heart attack. He made tea for me and -and some kid with black hair…Harry! And his hut was one of the nicest places on the grounds, except for that treacle fudge that jammed our jaws together. He had a nice laugh and-and lots of hair… Hermione am I right?"
But she was practically crying. I hoped they were tears of joy. With out warning she swooped down and hugged me hard. "Oh, Ron! Its true, all of it! Maybe soon you'll remember-" But then she stopped and turned away. After a moment she began to fiddle with her hair again, something she seemed to do when she was nervous. Fiddle away, I thought. You're not the only one nervous here.
"When Hagrid comes back from Hogsmeade we'll have tea with him," she said.
"Sure…. But no treacle fudge."
"No, we'll skip that."
I never have wanted to remember something as much as I wanted to remember her at that moment.
She rolls the window down
and she talks over the sound
of the cars that pass us by
and I don't know why
But she's changed my mind…
It was a nice visit at Hagrid's hut that Hermione and I had. He was just as, well jolly, as I remembered him, which was a relief because I was never very sure about the things I remembered.
Soon after, the Quidditch games were scheduled to start. Training had been going on for weeks, which drove me mad because my students weren't even attempting to pay attention in class. I even got a report from a student that had Quidditch statistics written on the back of it! Unfortunately two weeks before the finals were set to begin Madam Hooch fell ill with so Muggle sickness, one that couldn't be cure with a potion or a spell but that required bed rest and lots of fluids. Two days after the news of Madam Hooch's departure Hermione came into my office muttering something.
"Hi Hermione, what's wrong?"
"Well Ron there is some good news and some bad news, which do you want to hear first?"
"Ok, let's hear the good news"
"Well, we found a new coach."
"That is really great news, who is it?"
" Well that's sort-of the bad news Ron"
"Why? Who is it? Some one I remember?"
"Well, Ron," she cleared her throat "They are brothers and well they're also twins"
"Oh, well that's kind of strange, twins aren't that common. I haven't seen any besides Fred and George...NO! Hermione please tell me you're joking!!!!!!"
All she did was a cross between a cringe a nod and a "Yeah." I shook my head in disbelief.
"Well I hope your house win's Hermione"
"Thanks Ron" her eyes were getting deeper and deeper we were getting closer and closer and then…we were rudely interrupted by a stupid bell, uuuuuu great Ron, just great. Almost getting your first kiss then you jump apart, you stupid git and… and…and why is she laughing?
I swear, there she was just sitting there laughing and giggling.
"WHAT'S WRONG!" I hollered. She looked at me for a minute then started giggling again. "You're blushing."
Try not to die Ron, I thought desperately. She pushed back her hair and looked at her watch, "Well, that was the end of lunch break, and I have class. I don't want to be late. I'll see you soon."
Not soon enough, I thought.
AN: Next Part: Fred and George, some chess, a dance and some spiders. Heheeh Okay okay, we promise he'll remember her soon. Promise! It's just some stuff has to happen first. Pinky, stop whining, I told them we would get them together soon. But but Bwain… Pinky! Don't interrupt! Sorry about that, now readers: As I was saying, we will probably finish this up soon but it was fun writing…
BWHAHHAWWHAHAHAA! WE WILL SOON BE DONE PINKY! AN WE WILL BE ABLE TO TAKE OVER THE HP FANFICTION WORLD!"
AN: but but bwain…why can't he wemember her now? *sniff sniff*
They're Pinky, they're Pinky and the Brain brain brain brain….
THANKS TO ALL YOU GREAT PEOPLE WH REVIEWED! YOU'RE THE REASON WE DO THIS!
And a special thanx to Kate- Rin Berry, the offer was sweet, but we're not allowed to give our email address out. But Thanx any ways! P& tB.
Madam Pomfrey sat done next to me. Shaking slightly I tried to sit up, quickly discovering just HOW bad my headache was.
"Can you tell me exactly what happened? Miss Granger tells me you seemed fine then you saw Mr. Malfoy, punched him and blacked out?"
I tried to remember the events that put me here. "Well, I saw him and I didn't remember him, that bloke. Malfoy was it? Well I didn't know him, but then he laughed and the sound…it brought back all these memories! They-they hit me and-and then I blacked out." Wonderful. I was awake five minutes and was already babbling like an idiot. I didn't dare look at Hermione who I was sure had written me off for the nutter house. It came as a pleasant surprize to me when she pulled herself next to me on the hard infirmary bed and began to brush the hair (which I was sure where sticking up all about the place) out of my eyes. Was she this nice to everyone or did she have an affinity to babbling, freckly psychotic patients with hair like burnt carrots? At this particular moment I didn't care.
She spoke softly. "Perhaps when your memory comes back, its like that. I mean in fits and starts. I have heard, you know in the Muggle world, about all sorts of theories of amnesia. Maybe it causes some sort of cerebral over load and you pass out."
I was nodding, even though she had lost beyond the phrase 'fits and starts'. It didn't really matter as long as got to stare into her hazel eyes for the rest of my life. 'Stop it, RON! You are as usual acting like a complete twit. Say something intelligent instead of gaping like a ten year old.'
"Umm, Hermione, my head hurts." 'Oh brilliant! You stupid Prat! No wonder we can't remember anything with you in charge!'
In the end it didn't matter. Madam Pomfrey shooed her away saying I needed more rest and I didn't see her for the rest of the day.
When I was finally released for the infirmary Dumbeldore came to me about slugging Malfoy one. He said that under the circumstances it was understandable, but to avoid such situations in the future. Snape was behind him, with an expression crossed between and scowl and a glare. I had no doubt that he was fuming at the fact that he could not give me detention or take points off of …what was my house name? Yes Gryffindor.
I began classes soon after. Good Lord, was I nervous. For the first time, I thanked Merlin that my memory loss seemed limited to the experiences of my family and loved ones but not my work. It was rather strange, how my memory loss worked. When I had first awoken from the four-month coma, I didn't know who or what I was. Then slowly things came back, in bits and pieces. I remembered myself but odd things, like that I hated spiders and that I like steak and kidney pie. Then my life traveling after Hogwarts fighting off goblins and taming dragons when I visited Charlie all came back. After that with the help of my family I began to remember a little about all six of my siblings. But Hermione and Harry remained a mystery and half of my life at Hogwarts. It was odd, like some one had taken apart my mind and left out half the pieces putting it back together.
But right at the moment I was looking at a group a first years, all excited obviously dreaming of learning how to stop unforgivable curses and defeat the goblins and were-wolfs and so on. Well I would teach the best I could. And if I needed help I could always rely on Miss Hermione. Oh yes I could always find an excuse to see her.
"And I want you to research about the various types of goblins and how tell the good from the bad. Report due on Monday," I called over the din of the students leaving their desks and heading for their next class. The day had gone better then I expected. With a little bit of Weasely luck I might just pull this job off.
I was free for the next period, then I had a class of Ravenclaws and Huffelpuffs before the luck break. It was the perfect time to work on my memory. You see I tried to do that at times…go through the memories I had recovered and try to separate them from the things people had told me.
I tried you know, I really did, but every time I attempted to concentrate I'd see the shining eyes and wavy hair of Hermione. Suddenly, just when I was giving up, a realization hit me. The wavy hair. I had seen it flash by my mind a million times in that hospital-room in Egypt! Finally one of the many wisps had fallen into place…And was becoming clearer. As I concentrated on the picture I could see the outline of her face and she was moving, waving goodbye…too me? She had on blue robes and it was almost as if she had tears in her eyes...
But the picture was going blurry and my head began to hurt. For a moment I thought I would black out again, so I pushed the memory of my beautiful co-worker away. I would puzzle about it later. The ringing bell reminded me that my next class was about to begin. I would ask Hermione about the memory at lunch.
As the lunch bell finally rang, I made may way to the teachers' lounge. I sought out Hermione who gladly invited me to sit with her. We sat in silence for a while picking at the beef roast and Yorkshire pudding. Finally I said, "I think I remember something about you."
Well that got her attention. Her eyes lit up and she unconsciously (I think) grabbed my hand.
"What!? What did you see?" she asked quickly.
I began to feel a bit uneasy. "Well," I said slowly "Your hair mostly. Then it got clearly, the memory I mean, and I could see your face. You were waving goodbye…er-er-you had on blue robes…" Should I mention that she was crying or not?
"And I was crying," said Hermione answering my unspoken question. "You were leaving for Egypt. I came to say goodbye."
For a moment we looked at each other, caught in some gaze that neither of us could look away from. I could feel the pull between us. Say something you git! My mind screamed at me. Tell her she's beautiful, ask about the past, and say something-anything! Something deep, something personal, something…
"Are you going to eat the rest of your pudding?" … something stupid. She jumped as my ever so artful tongue broke the spell we were under.
"Er- no. You can have the rest of the pudding if you want," she said absently. I gulped. Way to go Romeo! At this rate maybe she'll stop thinking you're a twit in the next fifty or so years. Oh I am sooo glad you have everything under control…
I had an amazing desire to shut my head up. Hermione looked a little embarrassed so I said the first thing that came to mind. "Umm…what's Draco Malfoy doing here anyway? I remember as a cold callous prat with an ugly attitude and an uglier nose. "
She pushed her hair out of her face laughing gently and said, "I think he is here to see Professor Snape. Some assistance work maybe."
Hermione looked absently out the window. She seemed to debate something mentally and then said, "Do you remember Hagrid?" I shook my head.
"He was grounds keeper here at Hogwarts and then he took over teaching the 'care for magical creatures' class. Would you like to see some of them Ron? Hagrid can show us, he just got some new creatures."
I nodded, it had to be better than sitting there eating the pudding and gravy I didn't really want. She led me down a number of halls and then outside until we reached a hut. As soon as we entered something happened. I don't know what triggered it but I think it was the smell. Anyway I started feeling dizzy and bit blurry eyed, but I hid it from Hermione. Any more spontaneous bloopers and I could ride off chances with her forever. Chances? Wait, what was I thinking? Just concentrate on the animals you stupid git! Yes master.
Hagrid was not in, but Hermione insisted that he wouldn't mind us poking around his yard.
"These are manticores," she said. "Most people are afraid of them but Hagrid, he could do wonders with them. And these in this cage are fire sprites. They aren't usually kept here because it's too cold for them, but perhaps Hagrid has a heating spell on them. And these," she said turning around the bend, "Are the unicorns."
In my life I don't think I ever saw anything quite as beautiful as that creature before me. And yet even in my wonder something was swirling madly in my mind. I could feel the surge and the whirlwind of memories threatening to crash my mind. I tried to fight it and without realizing it I grabbed Hermiones hand, hard.
"Ron, come and see the Harpies. We have two all the way from Belgium."
The smell seemed to be getting stronger. Then the now familiar rush of darkness came to me and I blacked out on the stable floor.
She was the one to hold me
The night the sky fell down
And what was I thinkin when
The world didn't end
Why didn't I know what I know now…
Crazy for this girl: Evan and Jaron
Regaining conscienceless was like swimming through an ocean of murky water. Finally I broke through only to find myself in some kind of room. Not the infirmary like I expected. Hermione was asleep in the chair next to me. Ah that was a refreshing sight. She looked so cute when she was asleep. I timidly reached out and shook her. She stretched and gave a kitten like yawn. I had the sudden urge to pet her. Not to mention have her curl up in my lap.
"How do you feel, Ron?" she asked still worried. Like a hippogriff just landed on my head. "I feel fine," I lied.
She looked around the room and murmured, "You were only out for few hours this time. Your body must be adjusting." More than you and to more things than just blacking out.
"Proffessor MacGonagall and Professor Dumbledore thought that since you weren't really sick it made more sense to put you here…In one of the guest rooms."
"I'm fine really, just tired." I wondered if she could tell I was lying through my teeth. Silence reigned for a moment longer. Finally she asked the obvious question.
"Ron, what did you see? What was it you remembered?"
"Hagrid, had a black beard didn't he?" I said. Her eyes lit up like a thousand stars. "Yes, yeas Ron, he did."
"And he brought that dragon from some strange place that bit me. And the huge spiders that almost gave me a heart attack. He made tea for me and -and some kid with black hair…Harry! And his hut was one of the nicest places on the grounds, except for that treacle fudge that jammed our jaws together. He had a nice laugh and-and lots of hair… Hermione am I right?"
But she was practically crying. I hoped they were tears of joy. With out warning she swooped down and hugged me hard. "Oh, Ron! Its true, all of it! Maybe soon you'll remember-" But then she stopped and turned away. After a moment she began to fiddle with her hair again, something she seemed to do when she was nervous. Fiddle away, I thought. You're not the only one nervous here.
"When Hagrid comes back from Hogsmeade we'll have tea with him," she said.
"Sure…. But no treacle fudge."
"No, we'll skip that."
I never have wanted to remember something as much as I wanted to remember her at that moment.
She rolls the window down
and she talks over the sound
of the cars that pass us by
and I don't know why
But she's changed my mind…
It was a nice visit at Hagrid's hut that Hermione and I had. He was just as, well jolly, as I remembered him, which was a relief because I was never very sure about the things I remembered.
Soon after, the Quidditch games were scheduled to start. Training had been going on for weeks, which drove me mad because my students weren't even attempting to pay attention in class. I even got a report from a student that had Quidditch statistics written on the back of it! Unfortunately two weeks before the finals were set to begin Madam Hooch fell ill with so Muggle sickness, one that couldn't be cure with a potion or a spell but that required bed rest and lots of fluids. Two days after the news of Madam Hooch's departure Hermione came into my office muttering something.
"Hi Hermione, what's wrong?"
"Well Ron there is some good news and some bad news, which do you want to hear first?"
"Ok, let's hear the good news"
"Well, we found a new coach."
"That is really great news, who is it?"
" Well that's sort-of the bad news Ron"
"Why? Who is it? Some one I remember?"
"Well, Ron," she cleared her throat "They are brothers and well they're also twins"
"Oh, well that's kind of strange, twins aren't that common. I haven't seen any besides Fred and George...NO! Hermione please tell me you're joking!!!!!!"
All she did was a cross between a cringe a nod and a "Yeah." I shook my head in disbelief.
"Well I hope your house win's Hermione"
"Thanks Ron" her eyes were getting deeper and deeper we were getting closer and closer and then…we were rudely interrupted by a stupid bell, uuuuuu great Ron, just great. Almost getting your first kiss then you jump apart, you stupid git and… and…and why is she laughing?
I swear, there she was just sitting there laughing and giggling.
"WHAT'S WRONG!" I hollered. She looked at me for a minute then started giggling again. "You're blushing."
Try not to die Ron, I thought desperately. She pushed back her hair and looked at her watch, "Well, that was the end of lunch break, and I have class. I don't want to be late. I'll see you soon."
Not soon enough, I thought.
AN: Next Part: Fred and George, some chess, a dance and some spiders. Heheeh Okay okay, we promise he'll remember her soon. Promise! It's just some stuff has to happen first. Pinky, stop whining, I told them we would get them together soon. But but Bwain… Pinky! Don't interrupt! Sorry about that, now readers: As I was saying, we will probably finish this up soon but it was fun writing…
BWHAHHAWWHAHAHAA! WE WILL SOON BE DONE PINKY! AN WE WILL BE ABLE TO TAKE OVER THE HP FANFICTION WORLD!"
AN: but but bwain…why can't he wemember her now? *sniff sniff*
They're Pinky, they're Pinky and the Brain brain brain brain….