After Class, Harry immediately ran to Ron's desk. "What's wrong?" He asked, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice. Ron shrugged, "It's nothing," he said. "Ron, you're my friend, what's going on?"

"Look Harry, you wouldn't understand, you succeed at everything!"

"What are you talking about?"

"You've never had anyone say 'no' to you!"

"What about-"

"Look Harry, I went to go see Professor Withers about playing football, I've been working on it all summer, and he basically told me I wouldn't be on the team." Ron said, sounding dejected. Harry couldn't help his look of shock. 'Ron? Football?' He thought. Harry shook his head to clear his thoughts. Never in a million years had Ron seemed to have the least bit of interest in Football! He noticed Ron was staring at him. "Well, w-what did Withers say?" Harry said weakly. "I don't think you're the right kind of guy for Junior Varsity football." Ron quoted, allowing a nasty tone to creep into his voice. Harry felt bad for his friend. "Ron, I-" "Don't!" Ron said, "You can't possible know how I'm feeling!" He rushed away. Once again, Harry was all alone.

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It seemed that slowly, but surely, Hermione was regaining her memory. She had been undergoing constant Therapy, and been under tons of medications from Madam Pomfrey. She wandered down the stairs from the infirmary, and realized just how familiar these halls were. She didn't need to count portraits of dead wizards to find the fat lady in pink. She could just walk without thinking and find herself in front of it. She was also thinking back to the green eyed boy she'd had so many encounters with the first few days back. Now that she'd been back at Hogwarts for a couple weeks, she realized just how famous he was. The name "Potter" kept popping into her head, along with "Weasley" and "Krum".

"This is getting weird!" She said to herself before saying the password to the portrait. She seemed to have interrupted the fat women from something important, because she gave Hermione the dirtiest look. Hermione apologized, and just before she stepped into the Gryffindor common room, she stopped. "I'm sorry," she said again, "but I've been trying to regain my memory, and I feel rude barking words at you. What's your name?" She asked, wincing in fear of a rude remark. When she opened her eyes, the Portrait woman was smiling at her, with tears in her eyes. "You know?" The women said, "You're the first person to actually ask me about myself" she was positively beaming, and Hermione realized that this woman must have been gorgeous when she was alive, although she was quite stout. Trying not to sound impatient, Hermione gently asked the woman's name again. "It's Penelope." She said, her voice thick with tears. "Thanks." Hermione said, and scurried into the common room.

She almost ran into a familiar looking boy. It was the boy that she fell on top of, the night of the "stampede." His icy blue eyes had a cruel glint to them. "So frizz, what's going on?" He said, sounding amused. "She glared back at him. "Frizz huh? At least it doesn't look like an owl crapped all over my hair!" She retorted. He reached up and smoothed back his hair. "Yeah, it's pretty popular with the ladies," He said sounding very cocky, but Hermione couldn't help but laugh. She caught herself, and covered it with a cough. 'I have an intense hate for this boy' she thought, 'and I don't know why'. "So I'm gonna go now." The silvery boy said to her, he sounded impatient, like she was wasting his time! She shrugged him off, and headed for her room.

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When Harry got back to the Gryffindor portrait, he noticed that the fat woman had tearstains on her face. "Are you okay?" He asked hesitantly. She smiled at him. "Bless you Potter," she sniffed "You and all your friends." Then, without him even asking, she swung open. He walked in just as Hermione was coming down the stairs. Harry paused for a second, then headed toward the staircase that led to the guy's dorms. "H-harry" it was so quiet he barely heard it, but he did hear it all the same. He stopped. "Harry" She said it again. Quickly Harry turned around. "Hermione! You remembered!" He exclaimed. He rushed over to her, and grabbed her in a hug. He picked her up and spun her around, just as Ron entered the room.