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******** As no one has yet reviewed since I last posted a chapter, I will now start the story!



Harry decided again that if he had no proof of Hermione liking him, he didn't need to see if he did. After all, all these feelings he had for her were probably just a friends thing.

He copied down the title of the book Hermione's been reading. "Founding Fathers of Hogwarts from Past to Present."

He went to the library and looked around for the book. He checked in History, in Literature, in the Gigantic books section, and everywhere else. Finally, he decided to ask Madam Pince for help.

'The Founding Fathers of Hogwarts, from past to present?'

Harry nodded.' My dear boy, I don't think we have that book here.'

'Why not? You have plenty of books.'

'Yes but that book was released when You-Know-Who was in power. He destroyed all of the copies.'

'But Hermione has read it! Do you think it's possible for one copy to survive?'

'It's possible but there's very slim chances you can find it.'

'Thank you for your help.' and he ran to the hospital wing as quickly as possible.

'Hermione! Ron! I know what the book's entitled!'

'Really? Harry? That's great news!' exclaimed Ron.

'But the thing is, all the copies were destroyed during Voldemort's rein.'

(Ron swore so badly, I can't even type it)

'Relax Ron. There's a chance that a last book was saved. Only problem is, we don't know where Hermione put it.' he turned to Hermione who was now speechless and without expression.

'Harry, do you think I'll ever get my memory back?' she asked quietly.

'Hermione, we'll get your memory back if it's the last thing we do, right Ron?'

'Right. Now if you'll both excuse me, I've got an appointment for some smooching!'

'Really?'

'No. I just have to go to Cho now. See ya.'

Harry was now alone with Hermione. He didn't know what to say.

'Harry, what's wrong?'

'Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine.'

'So, what do we have in our agenda today? Anything left unsaid?'

Harry thought 'yes' but he couldn't say it. 'Nothing. Well, not that I know of.'

Hermione's face saddened. 'That's good. Uh... Harry, could I read my diary?'

'Okay, sure. Here.' he said as he gave her the diary.

'Thanks. Now, how do you work it?'

'You say the password.'

'What's the password?'

'Heir of Gryffindor' and the diary filled with words.

'Oh cool.'

Harry looked outside the window as Hermione read her whole diary. He would have let her read it in private but he had the feeling that who ever erased her memory, was willing to come back.

'Harry. I've finished.'

He turned around and saw her smiling. 'That's nice. Has it brought back any memories?'

'Just some.'

'Really? That's great. What are they?'

'I think I remember my parents. And I remember riding something with an eagle's head?'

'That's Buckbeak! We rode her the night we found out Sirius was innocent. Anything else?'

'Yes. More, actually. I remember being somewhere I didn't like. It was dark and very scary. I remember someone bringing me there. He had a hood on and he gave me something...' suddenly she out her hand on her forehead.' Sorry, my head hurt when I try to remember more.'

'That's okay. You can do with some rest.' said Harry.

'Um, Harry. There's one more thing.'

'What's that?'

'I've read my whole diary and it seems that...' she paused and blushes. 'It seems that I really cared for you before.'

Harry didn't want to hear this.

'It says that I haven't told you. But I keep getting these flashbacks of some things.'

Harry stayed silent.

'It's not very clear but I knew how I felt. I can feel it when I have them.'

Harry wasn't looking at her. He was trying to stare directly ay the floor. But she continued.

'I can remember being somewhere near a train. I can't see the person. But I kissed him.' Harry now knew where she was going.

'And the other one was from a dance or a party; I can't quite put my finger on it. I was dancing with the same person. I felt so happy that time. There was something I was escaping from. Something I didn't like feeling.'

Harry was still as quiet as he was when she started.

'Harry, did you know how I felt about you? Because the diary says a lot of things and I read about this "Halloween dance" and I came with you. And in another page, it says I kissed you in a platform, next to a red train..... Harry, I think I loved you.' ***DUN, DUN, DUN!!!****

Harry was now completely speechless. He still didn't believe this.

'Hermione, I don't think you did. I mean you just loved me as a friend and when we went to the dance, it was because you said you owed me a favor. And the whole kiss thing was merely a sign of friendship. I had a rough year that time and you probably felt sorry for me. I don't even think I love you in that way.'

Hermione looked as if her heart's just been stepped on. She wasn't about to cry though.

'Oh. Okay. That's good. This book had me going there for a second.'

'So anyway, I'll just leave you to do your things, and I'll be back. I want to get a drink from the Great Hall.'

'Okay. Well, see you later then.' said Hermione in a would-be cheerful tone.



***** For all of you H/H fans out there, don't worry this is an H/H fan fic. It just takes them a while! Hey, don't yell at me, Dani is the author! (