Disclaimer: Sadly enough, I don't own the Harry Potter series. That means I don't own any of the characters, plot or content that J.K. Rowling uses, the true owner of it all.

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The magazine had begun to get boring over an hour ago. Now it was just a blur of words that seemed to mock her. The sun had begun it's decent below the horizon and shadows began to appear upon the tiled floor. Hermione was about to throw the magazine across the room when a knock at the open door made her eyes avert from the white wall.

The kindly face of Dr. Whitaker peered through the crack of the door before pushing it open and walking in. "Good evening Miss Granger," she greeted warmly. But Hermione wasn't paying attention to her anymore. Behind her, a man had entered. An extremely gorgeous man. Everything from his tousled red hair, vibrant blue eyes and splashed freckles to his broad shoulders, tall frame and casual muggle clothes were handsome. And somewhat familiar...

"Miss Granger? This is Ronald Weasley. He's the one I mentioned earlier," Dr. Whitaker interrupted her thoughts. She gave her a quick wink and a grin. Hermione smiled politely back.

"Hello Ronald, I'm Hermione," she introduced herself. She could tell this made the man uncomfortable. His facial expression flitted to a look of pain but he quickly masked it and shoved his hands in his pockets. She thought he mumbled hello, but she couldn't be sure.

The doctor seemed to realize that nothing was about to happen while she was still in the room. She touched Ronald's shoulder reassuringly. Hermione frowned; she had no idea why he needed to be reassured. She was the one lying in the hospital bed without a clue as to who the hell she was. "I'll leave you two alone then, visiting hours are over in forty-five minutes," she smiled and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

He stood there and she sat there in an awkward silence. Hermione bit her lip and looked away from his profile, instead gazing out the window that now showed only a bit of the sun shining. "Would you like to sit down?" she asked, waving her hand towards the chair. She turned her head as she heard his shoes squeak on the gleaming floor. He walked slowly over and flopped down into the chair. She sympathized for him. He looked exhausted. Bags were formed under his eyes, worry lines were etched on his forehead and, although he looked incredibly good, he also looked extremely haphazard. "So...um...who are you?" she asked, slightly apologetic.

He watched her for a moment. She had to admit, it must be odd for him to be asked who he was. Especially that, since he had been looking for her, it was obvious he knew her. And was part of her life. Or what had been her life. "Ron Weasley," he said slowly. Hermione almost hit herself in the head, but chose to mentally do it instead. The last thing she needed was a raging headache. Of course he had looked at her oddly. She had been introduced to him barely five minutes before.

"Right...well. That wasn't what I meant," she said hurriedly. "I mean...what do you mean to me?" She watched him eagerly. Any piece of her past...or her life, whatever she was supposed to call it, would be welcomed.

He seemed hesitant for a moment. "I'm your friend..." he said slowly.

Her hope deflated. She didn't know why, but she had been hoping he was her husband or something. Of course that would be incredibly odd, considering she wouldn't remember her own husband, or her wedding. And what if she had children? She wouldn't remember those either. "Is that all?" she whispered.

"Uh...well, we're a bit more then friends," he replied.

"How much more?" she asked. She felt her hands gripping her sheets in excitement.

"We...er...we're engaged," he said simply.

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He didn't really expect the reaction he got from her. Even though the doctor had warned him, he had hoped that she would suddenly remember, throw her arms around him and declare she was fit to go home. That wasn't what he got. Not at all.

Across her face flitted a series of emotion. He saw happiness, then pain, then guilt, and then sadness. She seemed to be holding back tears, although he really didn't know why. "Listen...I'm sorry. I shouldn't of sprung that up on you..." he apologized.

"No," she said hoarsely. "No, it's okay. It's just...I can't remember you. And yet you say we were supposed to get married. How can I be getting married and not know the person I'm to be wedded to?" she asked, panicked.

"You do know me," he pointed out.

"No, I did" she corrected him.

"And you will again," he replied, reaching for her. "I love you 'Mione, you know that."

She wrenched her body away from his grasp. "No, I don't. I don't know you. I want you out!" she yelled.

His eyes grew wide as he pushed himself away from her. She sat up, grabbing her heavily bandaged chest in pain as she yelled at him over and over again to get out. He stumbled over the chair as she let loose a string of stinging curse words.

"What's going on in here?" Dr. Whitaker's outraged voice yelled from the door as she hurried in, just as Hermione slumped into an unconscious position.

"Hermione?" Ron said worriedly, starting back towards the bed.

"I'm sorry, but you need to leave," Dr. Whitaker announced, placing her hands on his chest and pushing him towards the door.

"But..."

"I'm sorry Mr. Weasley, but the health of my patient is more important right now," she said determinedly and pushed him out the door, closing the door in his face.

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