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"Are you sure about this Dr. Whitaker?" Hermione pleaded as the doctor helped her into her coat. "I really think it would be better if I stay here for a bit longer?"

After a week of intensive physical therapy, consoling and loads of checks, the doctor seemed to think Hermione was fit to go. She thought otherwise. In a few minutes none other than Ronald Weasley would pick her up. Her supposed fiancé and the man who had been pointedly ignoring the fact that she was in the hospital for a past week. She didn't know what she had done or what sort of implication she had given, but Ron has ceased coming to visit and no one else did either.

"Of course I am Miss Granger," Dr. Whitaker replied kindly, helping Hermione to sit back on the bed. "I wouldn't let you leave unless I was one hundred percent certain you'd be okay. Besides, I've called down to a private medical center and London. A good friend of mine is a doctor there and I have arranged for you to have weekly check ups. You'll be good as new in no time."

"But, doctor, I don't even know this man," Hermione said patiently.

"Correction Miss Granger. Yes, you do know this man. He is your fiancé. It'll just take you some time to remember about everything that went on between the two of you," Dr. Whitaker said, sitting down into the leather chair.

Hermione pursed her lips. This was not going the way she wanted. Sure, she was ecstatic about leaving the hospital but at the same time scared out of her mind about going home with Ron. "What if I don't remember?" she asked, worried.

There was a knock on the door and Doctor Whitaker stood up to answer it. "Don't worry Miss Granger. It's guaranteed you'll remember. It just depends how good the teacher is on when you will gain your memory," she said before turning and opening to door. Ron walked in, towering over the doctor. Hermione could tell he was freshly showered and shaven, he seemed to glow with cleanliness. Hermione blushed slightly, but more out of anger at the fact that he hadn't come to visit her.

"Well, I suppose it's time to say goodbye then, "Doctor Whitaker said, a bit too cheerfully. "I'll see you sometime, if I'm down in London and you're at the hospital I suppose. You take care," she smiled and placed her hand on Ron's shoulder. "Remember what we talked about on the phone," she gave him a meaningful glare before leaving them alone.

They stood there in awkward silence for a few moments. "Uhâ€do you have any bags?" Ron asked. Hermione arched her eyebrow and crossed her arms.

"Does it look like it?" she snapped.

Ron flushed red, right up to the tips of his ears. She recalled something of the sort, but it was a blur. It was either because he was angry or embarrassed, and Hermione wasn't in a state to even begin to figure that one out. "Rightâ€well, we'll be apparating once we get out of this place," Ron said and began to walk towards her.

"I can walk by myself, thanks," she replied coldly and stalked out ahead of him.

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Well she sure as hell changed since the last time I saw her, Ron thought bitterly as he closed the door sharply behind them. She had been relatively quiet on the way out of the hospital, throughout the apparation and then until they had arrived at the flat. But she was still incredibly withdrawn and wouldn't look at him if she could help it. Ron didn't know what her deal was but had a nagging feeling it had something to do with him not visiting for a week.

Harry had offered to move out of the flat temporarily so that Hermione could stay there. He moved in with Ginny after thoroughly convincing Mrs. Weasley that they would sleep in different rooms. Ron knew that wasn't about to happen but he made no comment. He was somewhat relieved to have just him and Hermione in the flat. But he was worried as well. It was up to him to restore her memory, and he had no idea how to.

Ron turned and watched as Hermione carefully picked her way across the living room, seemingly interested in the smallest of things. He was sure she remembered what furniture was, and how to use certain things, but the way she looked at everything was like she was seeing it for the first time.

"Where will I be sleeping?" Hermione's voice cut through Ron's thoughts. He shook his head as if to clear it and focused his attention on her. Her brown eyes had finally locked with his, but he knew just by the look in them, that she was still angry.

"Uhâ€you'll be sleeping in Harry's bedroom. I decided it would be better for you then mine," Ron replied. He didn't want to tell her the real reason why she would be sleeping in Harry's. Sleeping in Ron's might bring on questions like the sex one she asked the second day he had visited, and he really didn't want to answer anymore of those. Snapping back to the present, he pushed past her in the direction of Harry's bedroom. "It's right in here," he announced, opening the door.

He had cleaned up the room and changed the sheets before going to pick her up, so it looked half decent. The bed in the middle was the only thing that looked non-guyish in the room. Posters of various quidditch teams, pin ups of the daily prophet and pictures of friends were plastered on the walls. Shelves held models of brooms, books about quidditch and other subjects. The desk in the corner was layered in a disarray of papers.

Hermione moved past him and plopped down on the bed. It was then when she noticed the suitcase sitting on the bed with her. "What's this?" she asked, looking at the suitcase with interest.

"It's just some clothes and items from your flat. I went and got them last night," Ron explained. He hadn't really wanted to go into the flat by himself, but no one had been available to come with him. He knew he had to, considering that her luggage had obviously not survived the train wreck. "Iâ€uhâ€I'm going to go work in my room. It's just down the hall. If you need anythingâ€that's where I am," he said and began to retreat.

"I do have one question," Hermione said, the first words all that had been spoken without frostiness. Ron stopped halfway out the door. "Who's Harry?" Ron sucked in a breath and closed his eyes for a quick second. He forgot about this. He forgot about the fact that she had no idea who anybody was.

Still staring out at the hall, he answered somewhat stiffly. "Harry Potter. Best friend of both of us, fiancé of Ginny Weasley." With that, he walked out of the room and own to his own, closing the door behind him.

He collapsed in his desk chair, rubbing his temples. So far, it wasn't going to great. He didn't know why he was so damn uptight or hesitant to answer her questions. It just felt as if he were speaking to a complete and utter stranger, even though the woman just down the hall was in fact his fiancée. The love of his life. The one he couldn't live without. Taking a deep breath, he bent over his desk and set to work on the reports he was behind on.

He hadn't paid much attention to the time, but was aware of only the fading light in the bedroom. Glancing at his watch, he realized he had been working like a mad man for the past three hours. Looking around and the layers of papers, he realized he had caught up on most of his work, owing to the fact that he hadn't wanted to leave the security of his bedroom. Now he knew that going the check on her was inevitable. Putting down the quill and pushing back out of his chair, he rubbed his eyes to clear them or the inked words.

When Ron entered the hall, an incredibly good smell wafted to him. He frowned, not completely comprehending why it smelled as if someone were cooking in the kitchen. He was only used to that when Ginny was over. Other then that, he and Harry had always popped in a microwavable dinner, something Harry had said was good, quick and easy to make.

Ron peeked through the open door of Harry's room and quickly realized that Hermione wasn't there. He walked slowly through the living room and into the kitchen. He stopped, rooted to the tiled floor once he saw the reason behind the wonderful smell. Hermione stood at the counter, mixing up something in a pot. She had changed from the hospital scrubs she had been leant into a pair of pyjama pants and a tank top. Her freshly washed hair was tied back loosely at her nape, tendrils of curly hair tickling her face. "Uhâ€Hermione," Ron said, finally finding his voice.

She turned to look at him, a smile on her face. "Hello Ron. I'm making supper. I was getting hungry and I really didn't want to disturb you," she greeted him, motioning towards the pot.

Ron scratched his neck, flushing with embarrassment. "Yeahâ€sorry about that. I didn't realize how late it was getting," he apologized.

Hermione grinned and shook her head. "No, it's really okay. It was good for me to cook again. I was afraid I would have lost the skill." She turned away from him, opening a cupboard and removing two plates. As Ron watched, she carefully gave each plate a hearty helping of the spaghetti that had been in the pot. She carried the plates over to the table, set them down and then removed her apron.

Ron sat slowly at the table, staring at the spaghetti. It used to be one of her favourite things to make. She was incredibly good at it, better then Ginny. Hermione sat down opposite him and picked up her fork, twirling it through the long noodles. "You can eat," she said, laughing. "I didn't poison it."

Ron forced an apologetic smile and started to shovel the food into his mouth. He wasn't about to he polite in front of her. If she wanted to remember, then she was going to have to deal with all of his normal behaviour. However, when he looked at her, she had a mysterious smile playing on her lips. "You know, eating this seems sort of familiar, but I really don't know," she looked down at her plate and carefully placed a forkful of noodles into her mouth.

Ron gulped down his food. "Do you remember a lot of stuff?" he asked hopefully. She looked back up at him and smiled sadly.

"No. I don't remember memories exactly. It's more like familiarities. I know that something is part of my life, but I don't know why. I can't put faces to names; I can't understand relationships between me and other people. It's difficult to go through this. And I know it must be difficult for you as well. You showed that last week," she explained, although the last bit of her explanation gave way to bitterness.

Ron pushed his now empty plate away from him and took a swig of the butterbeer she had placed on the table. "Is that why you were so upset earlier?" he asked carefully.

Hermione looked at him, her eyes sparkling with tears. Ron wasn't used to her being so vulnerable. He knew she was, heck, he'd been there almost every time she had cried, but this was slightly different. "Yes. You see, I thought, because you were my fiancé that you would come see me more. You know, help me remember. But when you didn't, I thought that surely you had messed up. That you knew that I wasn't the woman you were looking for. Either that or you didn't love me because I was like this," she said, her voice shaking slightly.

Nice going idiot, Ron chided himself. "No, that wasn't it. It was difficultâ€still is difficult for me to see you like this. I don't know what to do to make you get better," Ron replied. He pushed away from the table. "I'm sorry, but I really have to get back to work. Supper was great," he flashed a non-genuine smile before bolting back to the safety of his room.

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To my reviewers:

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