Hi! God, it's been a whole year since I updated this story, and I'm tres sorry about that!!! I hope to get it finished soon!!! Here we go, onto Chap 6!!

Life's Most Precious Things

Chapter 6: Remember

Quidditch.

Hermione felt like she knew this… she knew it from somewhere. She sat next to Viktor, as she watched the game. He explained to her all the rules, and was glad to see she didn't pull back when he reached for her hand.

Ron zoomed around the Quidditch field, Quaffle tucked under his arm. He wished he brought Lavender, Harry and Rachel with him, but he was on the road, and he would have a hell of a time explaining it to the Ministry why they where there with him. He was glad they were only in Bulgaria for one night. It was too cold up here, and he missed Lavender way too much.

Something out of the corner of his eye made him stop abruptly, and a Bludger nearly missed cracking his skull open.

            "Whoa! What's wrong, Cap?" Smith, a Beater raced up to him.

Ron shook his head. "Thought I saw something," he threw the Quaffle to Janus, and turned back to the game.

Could it have been?

He looked back over to the stands. He saw Viktor Krum, international superstar sitting next to…

            "Hermione?" Ron whispered.

Here goes hell, he thought, and turned his broom in the direction of the stands. A few people ducked as he flew towards them, and stopped just before he took off a guy's head. But he was sure of it.

He was staring at her.

She at him.

Hermione was sitting right before him.

            "Hermione?" Ron asked, getting choked up.

He felt his heart in his throat. Thank God she wasn't dead. Thank God!

            "Are… are you speaking to me?" she asked.

            "Yes," he said. "Hermione, what's wrong?" Don't you remember…?"

            "Go back to your vame," Viktor said, standing and taking Hermione's hand. "Vou are upsetting her."

            "To hell with the game," Ron spat. He flew to a open spot in the bleachers and jumped off of his broom. Now he was three inches from her, and he was sure. He was positive it was her.

            "Don't you remember me?" he asked her.

            "No," she whispered. "But I feel like… I feel like I should."

            "Rachel, vet's go," Viktor tugged her arm.

            "WAIT!" Hermione screamed. She turned back to Ron. "I lost my memory a few days ago. I don't know where I'm from… do you know me?"

            "Yeah," Ron said. "Yes, I do. We're best friends. We've been looking for you a very long time."

Hermione started to cry. "You can help me then!"

            "I can, oh God, I can." Ron yelled. "I can take you home, back to your husband, back to your child."

            "Child? Husband?" Hermione asked.

            "Yes," Ron said. "You're married to Harry Potter. You have a daughter, Rachel. You're Queen of Wizard London."

            "I am?" she asked.

            "Cap, what are you doing?" Smith was hovering by him. "We called a time-out but we have to…" he paused. "Queen Hermione!" he gave a small bow. "Forgive me, I didn't know."

            "I can't finish the game," Ron told him. "I have to take her home."

Smith nodded.

            "Come with me," Ron said. "Come with me, and I'll explain everything."

Hermione looked between Krum, who was scowling, and Ron, who looked desperate.

Viktor held out his hand to her. "Vet's go home, Rachel."

Ron held out his hand too. "No. Don't leave with him. Come with me."

Hermione looked between the two, reached out… and took a hand…

Heeheehee!!! A cliffy! I know it's evil of me to give one after all this time, but egh. I wanna see if people remember this story.