Fondness Takes A While
by Sasha Warren
Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling.................*pout*
Summary: Hermione has lost her memory, and is wondering until she finds a guy who may be able to help her. Who knows what happens when you start a clean slate......! Draco/Hermione.
(a/n last day of school)
Hermione sat on her bed, her legs dangling. Her boyfriend Ron was kneeling over her bags, shoving the last of her schoolbooks in.
"Thanks Ron. I really needed some help!"
"Did you really HAVE to pack all your school assignments from the last year?" asked Ron, annoyed.
"Ron, you know I'm a packrat! I can't throw anything away.!"
The year in question was Hermione's fifth, she had discovered her feelings for Ron at the beginning of it and her feelings had blossomed into a lovely relationship.
Hermione straightened her jean skirt.
"Ron, are you OK? I mean, you've been acting mad at me all week!"
Ron screwed up his face and blinked a few times.
"Yeah Mione', I'm fine."
"No, you aren't!" said Hermione firmly. "Ron Weasley, I know you better than anyone, don't you dare lie to me!" she yelled, sounding much like Molly Weasley.
"I'm fine. Damn Hermione, for once in your life, leave me alone!" he yelled.
Hermione's eyes filled with tears, as Ron slapped a freckled hand over his mouth.
"Hermione, I didn't mean that, I'm just-" but he couldn't finish as Hermione dashed from the dorm.
"Damn't." he muttered under his breath.
Just then he heard footsteps climbing up the stairs in the dorm. At first glance, he took no notice to the blonde dashing around the corner.
"Ron?" said the girl
"Oh hi Lavender."
"What are you doing in here?"
"Oh, I was helping Hermione pack."
"Oh." said Lavender bluntly.
"What's the matter?" asked Ron, suddenly concerned.
"Oh come on!" sighed Lavender.
"We've been dancing around this for months!"
"What?" asked Ron confused.
"Drop the act Ron, and look at me."
She narrowed her eyes seductively, looking into Ron's sea blue eyes. breaking his
"Look, Ron. You know you want me." said Lavender silkily.
"I-I-I" stammered Ron, never breaking his glance with Lavender.
" I see you looking at me in class, and I feel your breath on my neck when you stand behind me, and frankly, I want you to.
"Uh...uh.." Murmured too." she smiled.
Ron stood there, staring at her with angry eyes. "Lavender, how could you ask me to cheat on Hermione. Even if I do want you, I would never do that to her."
Lavender chuckled and pulled a small vial of clear liquid out of her pocket.
"The truth potion!" exclaimed Ron.
She shoved the vial into his mouth and tipped his head back.
His eyes became glossy.
"Tell me the story." Commanded Lavender.
Ron gulped and began in a monotone voice. "I loved Hermione, I really did. It started last week, when I saw you in Potions. You looked so beautiful. Hermione is beautiful, but not like you. I tried to hold it back. I love her, but as a sister, I can't hurt her, but I want you so bad."
Lavender smiled.
"She's your friend, she'll forgive."
"I hope." said Ron softly.
Lavender pulled out another vial of pink liquid and poured in his mouth.
Ron obeyed like a lovesick puppy dog.
"Ahh." laughed Lavender "The joys of love potions."
"I'm doing this for you babe!" smiled Lavender. "You need a push in the right direction."
Ron, slid his hand onto her side, his lips tightening into a broken sort of smile.
He slide his other hand about 2 inches up her shirt, her pale skin, soft to his touch.
He leaned in, pressing his lips to her crimson ones.
"Ron.." she mumbled softly, running her fingers through his hair.
"Ron?" said a voice meekly from the door.
He turned to see Hermione.
"Ron?" she asked again.
He slipped from the spell. "Hermione I-I didn't want to, I-"
She cut him off. "Go to hell Ron Weasley! For all I care!" she walked closer to him, her eyes closer to Lavender.
"And you, Lav, how could you?" she asked through her tears.
" I didn't want to Mione' " she said softly. "He gave me a potion!"
"Learn how to lie!" sneered Hermione, as she grabbed her suitcase and left the room.
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Ron stood dumbfounded.
"Lavender! How could you do that?"
"Oh come on, baby. You know you wanted me to!" she smiled.
"Well,- thats not exactly a lie- but still, I'm not the kind of guy to do that."
"I know Ronniekins!" giggled Lavender, as she leaned in for another kiss.
"Shove off!" yelled Ron as he pushed her on the bed, and left the room.
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Hermione sat in the compartment with Harry, utterly quiet.
"What's up, Mione?" asked Harry concertedly.
Hermione began to cry again. "It's Ron." she began "I caught him-him k-k-kissing Lavender!" she wailed.
"Ron? Kiss Lavender? That doesn't sound like him-" began Harry. Just then Ron burst into the compartment of the train, his face flushed and his chest heaving.
"Hermione!" he panted "Yougottalistentome!"
"Speak." said Hermione bluntly.
"I love you, but not as a girlfriend. See, I began noticing Lavender about a week ago. I knew my brain was dirty, but my heart loved you. She came into the room and gave me the truth potion and found out I liked her. Then she made me drink this pink stuff and oh- I don't know what came over me, I just kissed her. I told her to shove off, though. Please, please, forgive me!" he begged.
"I-I do." began Hermione "But-I don't think I can ever be your girlfriend again-it's just weird."
"I guess I deserve it." Ron looked crestfallen.
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One month Later
Hermione sat on her bed writing in her journal. She was recovering fairly well from her breakup with Ron. Well, on the outside she was recovering, but on the inside, she was dying from lack of love. She continued to write.
Dear Journal,
It's finally ready! You know, my plan. I've been planning and planning, but I'm finally ready. This is for my own good. And, it's not like it's forever, just for a week. I'm going to visit, Alicia, my cousin who lives in France. I'm going to take the KnightBus there. I just need a break from all this pain. I will also be near to Fluer, so I thought she could help me with my essay on Veela's.
Talk soon,
Hermione
p.s I'm leaving in half an hour!
Hermione put down her quill and sighed. This was the perfect trip! She checked her bag to make sure everything was packed, and made sure her good-bye note was placed strategically on her pillow for her parents to find. She pulled a thin sport jacket over her blue tee shirt and pulled her bag from the room, careful not to alert her parents, who were in the living room chatting. She slung the bag over her shoulder, and opened the front door slowly. She could see the setting sun outside. She walked over to the street and stood next to it. She pulled her wand from her pocket and waved it, muttering the calling for the KnightBus. Almost instantly, a large bus stopped in front of her. She had traveled with the KnightBus before, and was familiar with the practices of it.
She climbed onto the bus and handed the driver a slip of parchment.
"Can you take me there?" she asked, and the driver nodded. "It will take me about twenty four hours though." he said.
"OK, that's alright." she smiled. She walked to the back of the bus, and found an empty bed. Next to her bed was a little boy of about four, who was next to his parents in beds and older sister. She opened her bag and began to unpack her clothes into the nightstand next to her. She then went into the bathroom to change into her nightclothes, which were purple boxers and a tight gray tank top. She yawned, and climbed into the bed after pulling down the soft blue comforter.
BAM! Hermione awoke to the engine of the bus sputtering and spitting.
"Everthin's all right!" called a voice from the front of the bus.
Dear Journal,
I got on the bus last night around 8:30. I went to bed straight way. I just woke up, and boy am I excited! I'm in the mood to read (as usual) and I'm going to read from my new book. "8,000 Pages, that will Ensnare Your Mind!" It's very good, I'm on page 1,239.
Love,
Hermione
Hermione pulled out her book and began to read. She got to an interesting part that talked about a peace spell, so she decided to give it a whirl.
She pulled down the window and stuck her head out, sucking in the air as she tried to muster the difficult words to the spell. In the distance she could see a large truck coming down the road. As it got closer, she noticed it was in the same lane. She turned her head to cry "Stop!". When she heard a large bang, and felt the bus lurch into a spin.
by Sasha Warren
Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling.................*pout*
Summary: Hermione has lost her memory, and is wondering until she finds a guy who may be able to help her. Who knows what happens when you start a clean slate......! Draco/Hermione.
(a/n last day of school)
Hermione sat on her bed, her legs dangling. Her boyfriend Ron was kneeling over her bags, shoving the last of her schoolbooks in.
"Thanks Ron. I really needed some help!"
"Did you really HAVE to pack all your school assignments from the last year?" asked Ron, annoyed.
"Ron, you know I'm a packrat! I can't throw anything away.!"
The year in question was Hermione's fifth, she had discovered her feelings for Ron at the beginning of it and her feelings had blossomed into a lovely relationship.
Hermione straightened her jean skirt.
"Ron, are you OK? I mean, you've been acting mad at me all week!"
Ron screwed up his face and blinked a few times.
"Yeah Mione', I'm fine."
"No, you aren't!" said Hermione firmly. "Ron Weasley, I know you better than anyone, don't you dare lie to me!" she yelled, sounding much like Molly Weasley.
"I'm fine. Damn Hermione, for once in your life, leave me alone!" he yelled.
Hermione's eyes filled with tears, as Ron slapped a freckled hand over his mouth.
"Hermione, I didn't mean that, I'm just-" but he couldn't finish as Hermione dashed from the dorm.
"Damn't." he muttered under his breath.
Just then he heard footsteps climbing up the stairs in the dorm. At first glance, he took no notice to the blonde dashing around the corner.
"Ron?" said the girl
"Oh hi Lavender."
"What are you doing in here?"
"Oh, I was helping Hermione pack."
"Oh." said Lavender bluntly.
"What's the matter?" asked Ron, suddenly concerned.
"Oh come on!" sighed Lavender.
"We've been dancing around this for months!"
"What?" asked Ron confused.
"Drop the act Ron, and look at me."
She narrowed her eyes seductively, looking into Ron's sea blue eyes. breaking his
"Look, Ron. You know you want me." said Lavender silkily.
"I-I-I" stammered Ron, never breaking his glance with Lavender.
" I see you looking at me in class, and I feel your breath on my neck when you stand behind me, and frankly, I want you to.
"Uh...uh.." Murmured too." she smiled.
Ron stood there, staring at her with angry eyes. "Lavender, how could you ask me to cheat on Hermione. Even if I do want you, I would never do that to her."
Lavender chuckled and pulled a small vial of clear liquid out of her pocket.
"The truth potion!" exclaimed Ron.
She shoved the vial into his mouth and tipped his head back.
His eyes became glossy.
"Tell me the story." Commanded Lavender.
Ron gulped and began in a monotone voice. "I loved Hermione, I really did. It started last week, when I saw you in Potions. You looked so beautiful. Hermione is beautiful, but not like you. I tried to hold it back. I love her, but as a sister, I can't hurt her, but I want you so bad."
Lavender smiled.
"She's your friend, she'll forgive."
"I hope." said Ron softly.
Lavender pulled out another vial of pink liquid and poured in his mouth.
Ron obeyed like a lovesick puppy dog.
"Ahh." laughed Lavender "The joys of love potions."
"I'm doing this for you babe!" smiled Lavender. "You need a push in the right direction."
Ron, slid his hand onto her side, his lips tightening into a broken sort of smile.
He slide his other hand about 2 inches up her shirt, her pale skin, soft to his touch.
He leaned in, pressing his lips to her crimson ones.
"Ron.." she mumbled softly, running her fingers through his hair.
"Ron?" said a voice meekly from the door.
He turned to see Hermione.
"Ron?" she asked again.
He slipped from the spell. "Hermione I-I didn't want to, I-"
She cut him off. "Go to hell Ron Weasley! For all I care!" she walked closer to him, her eyes closer to Lavender.
"And you, Lav, how could you?" she asked through her tears.
" I didn't want to Mione' " she said softly. "He gave me a potion!"
"Learn how to lie!" sneered Hermione, as she grabbed her suitcase and left the room.
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Ron stood dumbfounded.
"Lavender! How could you do that?"
"Oh come on, baby. You know you wanted me to!" she smiled.
"Well,- thats not exactly a lie- but still, I'm not the kind of guy to do that."
"I know Ronniekins!" giggled Lavender, as she leaned in for another kiss.
"Shove off!" yelled Ron as he pushed her on the bed, and left the room.
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Hermione sat in the compartment with Harry, utterly quiet.
"What's up, Mione?" asked Harry concertedly.
Hermione began to cry again. "It's Ron." she began "I caught him-him k-k-kissing Lavender!" she wailed.
"Ron? Kiss Lavender? That doesn't sound like him-" began Harry. Just then Ron burst into the compartment of the train, his face flushed and his chest heaving.
"Hermione!" he panted "Yougottalistentome!"
"Speak." said Hermione bluntly.
"I love you, but not as a girlfriend. See, I began noticing Lavender about a week ago. I knew my brain was dirty, but my heart loved you. She came into the room and gave me the truth potion and found out I liked her. Then she made me drink this pink stuff and oh- I don't know what came over me, I just kissed her. I told her to shove off, though. Please, please, forgive me!" he begged.
"I-I do." began Hermione "But-I don't think I can ever be your girlfriend again-it's just weird."
"I guess I deserve it." Ron looked crestfallen.
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One month Later
Hermione sat on her bed writing in her journal. She was recovering fairly well from her breakup with Ron. Well, on the outside she was recovering, but on the inside, she was dying from lack of love. She continued to write.
Dear Journal,
It's finally ready! You know, my plan. I've been planning and planning, but I'm finally ready. This is for my own good. And, it's not like it's forever, just for a week. I'm going to visit, Alicia, my cousin who lives in France. I'm going to take the KnightBus there. I just need a break from all this pain. I will also be near to Fluer, so I thought she could help me with my essay on Veela's.
Talk soon,
Hermione
p.s I'm leaving in half an hour!
Hermione put down her quill and sighed. This was the perfect trip! She checked her bag to make sure everything was packed, and made sure her good-bye note was placed strategically on her pillow for her parents to find. She pulled a thin sport jacket over her blue tee shirt and pulled her bag from the room, careful not to alert her parents, who were in the living room chatting. She slung the bag over her shoulder, and opened the front door slowly. She could see the setting sun outside. She walked over to the street and stood next to it. She pulled her wand from her pocket and waved it, muttering the calling for the KnightBus. Almost instantly, a large bus stopped in front of her. She had traveled with the KnightBus before, and was familiar with the practices of it.
She climbed onto the bus and handed the driver a slip of parchment.
"Can you take me there?" she asked, and the driver nodded. "It will take me about twenty four hours though." he said.
"OK, that's alright." she smiled. She walked to the back of the bus, and found an empty bed. Next to her bed was a little boy of about four, who was next to his parents in beds and older sister. She opened her bag and began to unpack her clothes into the nightstand next to her. She then went into the bathroom to change into her nightclothes, which were purple boxers and a tight gray tank top. She yawned, and climbed into the bed after pulling down the soft blue comforter.
BAM! Hermione awoke to the engine of the bus sputtering and spitting.
"Everthin's all right!" called a voice from the front of the bus.
Dear Journal,
I got on the bus last night around 8:30. I went to bed straight way. I just woke up, and boy am I excited! I'm in the mood to read (as usual) and I'm going to read from my new book. "8,000 Pages, that will Ensnare Your Mind!" It's very good, I'm on page 1,239.
Love,
Hermione
Hermione pulled out her book and began to read. She got to an interesting part that talked about a peace spell, so she decided to give it a whirl.
She pulled down the window and stuck her head out, sucking in the air as she tried to muster the difficult words to the spell. In the distance she could see a large truck coming down the road. As it got closer, she noticed it was in the same lane. She turned her head to cry "Stop!". When she heard a large bang, and felt the bus lurch into a spin.