Amnesia Amigoes- Chapter TEN

Previously in 'Amnesia Amigoes':  Harry played Quidditch.

*In the boys dormitory*

Harry lay on his bed, thinking over the events of the past week and brooding.  Instead of his friends showing him the same loyalty that he'd come to expect, all they demonstrated was lies and betrayal.  Hermione had tried to convince him that she was his girlfriend.  She had tried to get him to buy so many expensive things, and to top things off, she thought she had succeeded.  Just as well Harry hadn't signed that order form with his real signature.  Hermione would probably put this down to the amnesia he was supposed to be suffering.  So much for being able to trust her.

And then there was Ron.  How could he try to claim Harry's history like that? Harry had known he was jealous, but he didn't realise he was that jealous.  Honestly, Ron Weasley, the hero of the modern world?!  Imagine what everyone would think if they knew.  Especially Malfoy.  Harry sniggered at the thought of Malfoy's expression if he'd heard it.  That was probably why Ron had stopped Harry from worshipping him the way he was.  Harry's grin faded quickly.

And Draco's sudden depression…what was that all about?  Harry shrugged, figuring that it was probably some Slytherin thing.

But there was something else that was disturbing Harry.  Why hadn't Hermione seen through Harry's charade?  She was supposed to be really smart, a child genius.  Not only that, but she could solve a Rubik's cube in 10 seconds.  Harry smiled at the memory of her presenting one to Ron for Christmas.  He had nearly cracked up right then and there.   Once again his grin faded.  Maybe Hermione wanted Harry to have lost his memory, so that she could take advantage of him.  Harry had always thought that she was the mature one.  Not like Ron. Harry had expected Ron to believe the story.  He felt betrayed, and didn't know what to do.

'Maybe I should tell them the truth.' thought Harry. ' I should never have agreed to go along with a stupid idea dreamed up by Fred and George.'

' Hey, thanks a lot!! We were trying to help you!'  came the voice of Fred.

'Yeah!  And it wasn't a stupid idea!' came the voice of George.

Harry jumped. How did they know what he was thinking?  He spun around, searching the room anxiously for anything out of the ordinary.  Or further out of the ordinary, considering this was a school of magic.

' Oh, about that. It's our new invention. Lets us read the minds of whomever we want as long as they're in a 12 mile radius.' Fred explained cheerfully.

' Yeah, it doesn't have a name yet.' George said. '  You wouldn't believe what Snape thinks about when he's alone...Maybe you could use this to find out what Ron and Hermione are thinking!'

"NO!!!!!!!" Harry yelled out loud.  With that, Fred and George appeared to leave Harry's mind.  Harry slumped back down on his bed, deep in thought again.

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Meanwhile, in the common room, Ron was excitedly telling Hermione all the stuff he had told Harry. It was the first chance he had had. Controlling Harry was no easy task. Hermione wasn't impressed that he had virtually rewritten history.  In fact, one could almost say that she was…angry?  Surely not!

"Honestly Ron, what were you thinking?!!" she said, sounding extremely irritated.  Okay, maybe she was angry.  There was a pause, then the distinctive slap of flesh hitting flesh resounded around the room.

"OWWW!!!!" yelled Hermione indignantly.

"Mosquito," replied Ron, as a means of explanation. " I just wanted to see what he'd think. I thought that if anything would make him reveal that he was just faking it, then that would be it," he added in a vain, desperate attempt to justify himself.

"And what would you have done had he been putting it on? I don't think he would have been impressed," Hermione sneered.  She folded her arms and glared at him challengingly.

"I would have slapped him on the back and said, 'wasn't that a good joke? You sure had us fooled!' " Ron replied carelessly, trying out the Rubik's cube again. " Anyway, it's not like you can talk. It'll be lucky if he has any money left!"

" Yes, well..." stuttered Hermione. "It didn't work anyway. The signature wasn't valid, or something. I couldn't get the money."

"Just as well," Ron mumbled, an evil grin lighting his face. 

"Yeah..."

"Don't tell me you really expected to get all those things!" Ron exclaimed, shocked.  He lifted the Rubik's cube up high, and then heaved against the ground as hard as he could.  It shattered, and he smiled proudly at the mess he'd created.

"What would you have done if you could have gotten the things you asked for, and then he recovered, to find out that he had no money?" Ron asked a minute later, partially out of anger and partially out of curiosity.  He wondered if there was any situation Hermione couldn't talk her way out of.  Hermione reached down absently and picked up the pieces of the Rubik's cube.

Hermione's hands moved in a blur, and then she handed the now completely fixed cube back to Ron.  Ron stared at it, and then threw it on the ground again. It shattered again, and Hermione shot him an admonishing look.

" Well, I suppose I would have started grovelling." she answered, sounding a little ashamed of herself, while bending down to fix the Rubik's cube again. 

"Well, you'd better start grovelling," came a familiar voice from the doorway.

Authors' Notes: Can Ron and Hermione talk their way out of this one?  Find out next time in 'Amnesia Amigoes'!