Amnesia Amigoes- Chapter FOUR

Previously, in 'Amnesia Amigos': Hermione "convinced" Harry that she was his girlfriend.  Draco Malfoy overhears, and is devastated that the love of his life (Hermione) loves another.  Overcome by grief, he throws himself out of a window.  Will he survive?

*In Mid-Air*

Luckily for Draco, there was a delivery truck full of marshmallows packed right in his direction of... flight? Falling with style?  He fell into it, and somehow managed not to die. Professor Dumbledore came running out of the castle, devastated that all of those marshmallows would now have to be thrown out. So Malfoy was given weeks worth of detentions, and 5023 points were taken from Slytherin, because of Malfoy's selfish act of destroying all those marshmallows. 

*In the Common Room*

" It's amazing Ron, he believed everything!!! This amnesia stuff is great!!!"  Hermione yelled, dancing on her chair.  Ron didn't seem to believe her, and he frowned ferociously at the Rubik's Cube Hermione had given him for Christmas.  After the initial idea, he had started to worry that maybe taking advantage of Harry wasn't a nice thing to do.  He gave the cube a turn, then frowned at it some more.  The colour must change when you're not looking, he decided.  Stupid muggle piece of crap.

" How do we know he isn't just putting it on?" he asked, looking around anxiously for the person in question.  He needn't have bothered; Harry was outside reacquainting himself with a pair of Bludgers.  It was a rather…interesting…scene, judging by the large crowd that had gathered around him.

"Why do you care? It was your idea." Hermione replied, still jumping around.  Ron looked at her suspiciously.  Hermione returned the look, and she was much better at it.

"I know, but..." Ron glared at the cube.  "How on earth are you meant to do this thing anyway?" he asked plaintively, waving the cube around at the common room in general.  Everyone present turned, shrugged and went back to what they were doing.

"Would Harry buy me a Ferrari, a diamond ring, a mansion, a holiday home in Majorca, and a trip to the moon if he hadn't have lost his memory?" Hermione continued, as if explaining to a two year old that two plus two was three.... four.

"Maybe he'll buy me the Chudley Cannons Quidditch team!" yelled Ron, excited. Then he came back to his senses.  Harry couldn't possibly have that much money…could he?  An evil glint of an idea began to form, but a small part of him quashed it.  After all, what happened after Harry recovered?

"I just don't think it's right, making him spend all his money on us just because he doesn't know who he is.  After all, he probably wouldn't have all of that money if his parents hadn't of been killed by He Who Must Not Be Named..." Ron trailed off.  Then the light bulb went on in his head.  Literally.  He turned and glared at a group of first year students.  The light bulb vanished- after all, it was an extremely juvenile prank.

"What are you thinking?" asked Hermione, curious by now.  Could this be more interesting than her Transfiguration homework?  It would be close, but it could be done…

"Nothing... Let's just say that I am willing to go along with fooling Harry," Ron replied deviously.  He twisted the cube one last time, growled and threw it onto the floor where it rolled under the couch.  He grinned.

"SHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! HE'S COMING!!!!!!!!!!  "Hermione yelled in her shrillest voice.  Somewhere on Mars, a glass shattered.  Harry, however, didn't seem to notice.  He climbed into the portrait hole with the same vacant expression he'd been wearing for the past few days.  Ron jumped up, and steered Harry away from the first year girls he was about to sit with.  He didn't want his best friend with immature youngsters like them.  Who knew what kind of lame pranks they would come up with next?

"You sit over here with us, Harry." Ron said kindly.  Harry shrugged and moved to sit with Hermione and Ron, but not without some backward glances.  The girls giggled and whispered to each behind their hands.  Harry tried his roguish smile again.  It failed again- one of the girls slapped him and they all left the room.

"What are you going to do? " Hermione mouthed quite openly and obviously to Ron.  Ron shook his head, trying to shut her up.

"NOT NOW!!!!" he said. Harry, who had been smiling blissfully throughout this, suddenly pulled Hermione's hair.  She screamed.

"He he, loud noise!" exclaimed Harry, moving to do it again. (I've always wanted to do that, he thought to himself.)

"No, Harry, we don't pull Hermione's hair.  Let's go for a walk, shall we?  That way I can tell you about myself.  After all, I am your best friend." Ron said convincingly.  Harry smiled, and let Ron pull him out of the common room.  On the way, he winked at Fred and George, who turned to each other and grinned.  Hermione sighed, then absently pulled the Rubik's cube out and solved it in about 5 seconds. She didn't hear the sounds of heartbreaking sobs drifting through the open portrait hole and into the common room.

Authors' Notes: What will Ron tell Harry?  Will Draco recover or wallow in self-pity?  Find out next time on 'Amnesia Amigoes'!

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