This chapter was somewhat inspired by the movie 50 First Dates. It's a great movie. Check it out of you haven't already.
Ron awoke in the hospital wing. Not knowing why, he sat up in bed. His whole body filled with pain, so he lay back down. Madam Pomfrey walked in, looking positively distressed. She sat down next to him, putting a wet cloth on his head.
"Miss...Why am I here?" Ron asked, looking at the burns on his arms and legs.
"You were hit with who knows how many spells last night when you were up in the girls' dormitories." She explained.
"Who am I?" Ron asked, very confused.
"Your name is Ron Weasley. I am Madam Pomfrey."
"Why don't I remember this?" Ron asked.
"You were hit by a temporary memory charm yesterday. It will wear off eventually."
"Ok..." Ron said, looking around.
"You have visitors waiting in the lobby for you. Are you well enough to see them?"
"I suppose so." Ron replied, wondering who his friends were.
Madam Pomfrey got up, opening the door. Hermione and Harry walked in, looking very worried. Hermione was almost in tears and Harry's eyebrows were creased. The sad thing was...Ron had no clue who they were and how he knew them.
"Oh Ron. Why did you have to do that? You got yourself hurt!" Hermione said, pushing some of his hair out of his eyes.
"Uh...hi. Who are you?" Ron asked, his ears turning red at the physical contact.
"Ron, don't play games! You might be mad at me, but that gives you no right..." Hermione was interrupted.
"Miss Granger, Ron was hit with a memory charm yesterday in the girls' dormitories." Madam Pomfrey explained.
Hermione gasped, tears in her eyes spilling over. She grabbed his hand, causing another burst of color on his ears. He smiled sweetly, not knowing why she was crying. He was perfectly fine.
"I'm Hermione." She said, squeezing his hand.
"Hello Hermione. Nice to meet you." Ron said.
With this, Hermione burst into sobs. That confused Ron the most. Why was she crying?
"Hermione, it's okay." He said, lifting her chin with his thumb out of instinct.
Hermione smiled up at him weakly, a tear rolling down her cheek. She looked over at Harry who shrugged. Ron looked at Harry and grinned. If Ron had had his memory, the gesture would have been quite the opposite. Harry smiled back sympathetically.
"Hello. Who are you?" Ron asked.
"My name is Harry." Harry answered, feeling a bit silly.
Thoughts started to pop in his head. Hermione crying on the floor, beams of light, pain, Jealousy, and hurt erupted in his mind. Then, one single voice popped into his head...It was Hermione's. Harry likes Ginny...and not me. Ron shook his head as if to pop out of a trance. Millions of emotions were flooding him and he couldn't control them. Hermione was smiling at him and he was holding back a grimace. Suddenly, he thought of something brilliant. I can act like I didn't regain my memory. Hermione will think if I tell her my feelings that I was just suffering from brain damage! BRILLIANT!
"Well, nice to meet you." Ron said. "Madam Pomfrey, may I have some breakfast with these people?"
"Sure, dear. Come back later for a check-up." She replied.
"Hermione...you're really pretty..." Ron said with a dopey grin on his face.
"Thank you, Ron." She said, turning a deep shade of red.
They walked up to the Great Hall together. Ron kept complimenting Hermione, which her response would be a polite smile and a deep blush. Harry would just laugh and keep walking. They reached the Great Hall, where an overabundance of people started bombarding Ron with questions such as, 'Did you really sneak into the girls' dormitory?' or 'Was it hard? I might try it!' Ron would just smile and eat his food. He wouldn't answer them because it would ruin his plan. Hermione would shun them away so Ron could eat. Harry, again, would just laugh and keep eating. He was excused from his classes, because of his supposed 'brain damage'. After sitting around in the common room all day, Harry and Hermione finally got time to see him after classes. They all sat in the commons by the fire together. After about an hour, Harry went to bed and Ron took it as the 'opportune moment'.
"Hermione...I love you." Ron said, quietly.
She had been reading, but when she heard those words she immediately looked up. She smiled weakly, grasping his hand. This took him by surprise. She had a look of utmost compassion.
"Ron...you just met me today...well, in your memory." Hermione said.
With this, he leaned next to her and kissed her. This feeling was the best he had ever felt. It felt like her lips belonged to his. They fit so perfectly, so heavenly. She didn't seem to mind either. Her eyes were closed and a slight moan had escaped her lips. Ron had put his hands in her hair, lacing his fingers through her brown, silky hair. Hermione broke away before she got carried away. She had one thought in her mind...this is Ron. What are these feelings? Ron looked at her, still feeling warmth and a tingling sensation on his lips. He grinned, dazed. So THAT'S what a first kiss is like...wow, Ron thought.
"Ron...you won't remember this in the morning." Hermione said, running her hands through her hair.
"I'll still love you." Ron whispered, smiling.
He leaned in and kissed her again. She put her head on his shoulder. They fell asleep next to the fire, in mutual agreement. This night only.
Ron awoke in the hospital wing. Not knowing why, he sat up in bed. His whole body filled with pain, so he lay back down. Madam Pomfrey walked in, looking positively distressed. She sat down next to him, putting a wet cloth on his head.
"Miss...Why am I here?" Ron asked, looking at the burns on his arms and legs.
"You were hit with who knows how many spells last night when you were up in the girls' dormitories." She explained.
"Who am I?" Ron asked, very confused.
"Your name is Ron Weasley. I am Madam Pomfrey."
"Why don't I remember this?" Ron asked.
"You were hit by a temporary memory charm yesterday. It will wear off eventually."
"Ok..." Ron said, looking around.
"You have visitors waiting in the lobby for you. Are you well enough to see them?"
"I suppose so." Ron replied, wondering who his friends were.
Madam Pomfrey got up, opening the door. Hermione and Harry walked in, looking very worried. Hermione was almost in tears and Harry's eyebrows were creased. The sad thing was...Ron had no clue who they were and how he knew them.
"Oh Ron. Why did you have to do that? You got yourself hurt!" Hermione said, pushing some of his hair out of his eyes.
"Uh...hi. Who are you?" Ron asked, his ears turning red at the physical contact.
"Ron, don't play games! You might be mad at me, but that gives you no right..." Hermione was interrupted.
"Miss Granger, Ron was hit with a memory charm yesterday in the girls' dormitories." Madam Pomfrey explained.
Hermione gasped, tears in her eyes spilling over. She grabbed his hand, causing another burst of color on his ears. He smiled sweetly, not knowing why she was crying. He was perfectly fine.
"I'm Hermione." She said, squeezing his hand.
"Hello Hermione. Nice to meet you." Ron said.
With this, Hermione burst into sobs. That confused Ron the most. Why was she crying?
"Hermione, it's okay." He said, lifting her chin with his thumb out of instinct.
Hermione smiled up at him weakly, a tear rolling down her cheek. She looked over at Harry who shrugged. Ron looked at Harry and grinned. If Ron had had his memory, the gesture would have been quite the opposite. Harry smiled back sympathetically.
"Hello. Who are you?" Ron asked.
"My name is Harry." Harry answered, feeling a bit silly.
Thoughts started to pop in his head. Hermione crying on the floor, beams of light, pain, Jealousy, and hurt erupted in his mind. Then, one single voice popped into his head...It was Hermione's. Harry likes Ginny...and not me. Ron shook his head as if to pop out of a trance. Millions of emotions were flooding him and he couldn't control them. Hermione was smiling at him and he was holding back a grimace. Suddenly, he thought of something brilliant. I can act like I didn't regain my memory. Hermione will think if I tell her my feelings that I was just suffering from brain damage! BRILLIANT!
"Well, nice to meet you." Ron said. "Madam Pomfrey, may I have some breakfast with these people?"
"Sure, dear. Come back later for a check-up." She replied.
"Hermione...you're really pretty..." Ron said with a dopey grin on his face.
"Thank you, Ron." She said, turning a deep shade of red.
They walked up to the Great Hall together. Ron kept complimenting Hermione, which her response would be a polite smile and a deep blush. Harry would just laugh and keep walking. They reached the Great Hall, where an overabundance of people started bombarding Ron with questions such as, 'Did you really sneak into the girls' dormitory?' or 'Was it hard? I might try it!' Ron would just smile and eat his food. He wouldn't answer them because it would ruin his plan. Hermione would shun them away so Ron could eat. Harry, again, would just laugh and keep eating. He was excused from his classes, because of his supposed 'brain damage'. After sitting around in the common room all day, Harry and Hermione finally got time to see him after classes. They all sat in the commons by the fire together. After about an hour, Harry went to bed and Ron took it as the 'opportune moment'.
"Hermione...I love you." Ron said, quietly.
She had been reading, but when she heard those words she immediately looked up. She smiled weakly, grasping his hand. This took him by surprise. She had a look of utmost compassion.
"Ron...you just met me today...well, in your memory." Hermione said.
With this, he leaned next to her and kissed her. This feeling was the best he had ever felt. It felt like her lips belonged to his. They fit so perfectly, so heavenly. She didn't seem to mind either. Her eyes were closed and a slight moan had escaped her lips. Ron had put his hands in her hair, lacing his fingers through her brown, silky hair. Hermione broke away before she got carried away. She had one thought in her mind...this is Ron. What are these feelings? Ron looked at her, still feeling warmth and a tingling sensation on his lips. He grinned, dazed. So THAT'S what a first kiss is like...wow, Ron thought.
"Ron...you won't remember this in the morning." Hermione said, running her hands through her hair.
"I'll still love you." Ron whispered, smiling.
He leaned in and kissed her again. She put her head on his shoulder. They fell asleep next to the fire, in mutual agreement. This night only.