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Sunlight poured through the window, splaying its rays over the bed. Hermione opened her eyes, looking around her surroundings with slight confusion. She closed her eyes momentarily as all the events of the day before came flooding back to her.

She had absolutely no idea why Ron had acted the way he did. She understood that it must be difficult for him to have her stay with him. To look at his once loving fiancé who thought he was a stranger. It would be hard for anybody to go through. He kept shying away from the questions she asked, but he didn't seem to realize that she needed to ask these questions. Doctor Whitaker had continuously told her that the way she would get her memory back was not only to be subject to certain things, but also to ask questions. And that was what she trying to do. Unfortunately, Ron didn't seem a willing participant.

Hermione swept off the covers and pushed herself off of the bed. Stretching, she yawned. Judging by outdoors, she could say that it was about eleven o'clock. She had gone to bed incredibly late last night. It had been difficult for her to sleep in Harry's bed, mainly because she knew that Ron was just down the hall. She had to fight the odd feeling of going to him most of the time she had lain away the night before.

Taking a deep breath, she walked over to the door and pulled it open. Stepping into the hall, she smiled to herself about how quiet it was. She made her way towards the kitchen. The first thing she noticed was a crisp note lying on the table. She made her way towards it and picked it up.

'Mione,

Sorry, but I had to go into the office for a few hours. I've made arrangements for Ginny to come stay with you for a bit. I'll be back after lunch.

Love, Ron

She smiled to herself and fingered the ink that spelled out the nickname he had called her the first day at the hospital. Placing the note down, she tried to understand why he had wanted Ginny, her supposed best friend, to come stay with her while he was gone. She was not a baby and did not need to be cared for. But she understood that he might have done it so she could learn more from Ginny. Ask questions that he really didn't want to answer.

Placing a hand in her hair, she wrinkled up her nose, realizing that she hadn't taken a shower yet that day. She really didn't want Ginny to come over and not only be subject to her memory loss, but her uncleanliness. Hermione walked back into the hall and into the bathroom, where she promptly turned on the shower. Stripping of her clothes, she stepped into the tub, the warm water trickling down her body.

Hermione had spent a good deal of time in the shower before, but still enjoyed the wonderful feeling the water gave off. She had only been able to have bathes with a nurse's aide in the hospital. Now that she could shower by herself and spend as much time as she wanted, she savoured the scalding water. She lathered up her body, using the body wash that Ron had kindly taken from her flat. She knew she shouldn't dawdle too much today, since she really didn't know when Ginny was to be expected. She rinsed off and stepped out, wrapping a fluffy towel around her.

Just as she finished brushing out her hair, a knock sounded on the flat door. Biting her lip in nervousness, Hermione made her way towards the door and opened it. Standing in front of her was a petite woman with gleaming, copper hair, bright, almond eyes and a splash of freckles. She was the womanly version of Ron, giving off a radiant glow. She grinned and spread out her arms, engulfing Hermione into a hug.

Hermione was hesitant, but hugged her back. It felt right that this woman was hugging her in such a friendly way. As Ginny pulled away, Hermione flashed her a smile.

"Hey Herms! I'm sorry if I caught you by surprise, I'm just really glad to see you," Ginny babbled on as she closed the door behind her and discarded of her light coat. "Ron asked me to come because he thought you might want woman company," she laughed and led Hermione into the kitchen.

Hermione sat down at the table and watched as Ginny made some tea. She seemed familiar with the kitchen, but Hermione wasn't at all surprised. If she remembered correctly, Ron had told her that Ginny and Harry were engaged. That would mean that Ginny would have obviously visited Harry here many a time.

Ginny finally sat at the table opposite Hermione and handed her a cup of tea. "I'm really glad you're alright Herms. You gave us a major scare," Ginny said, a bit more seriously then she had been talking just a moment before.

Hermione smiled, unsure of what she should really say. "Who exactly is 'we'?" she asked politely.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I'm going to have to get used to this. Hopefully I'm doing a bit better then my oaf of a brother," Ginny apologized with a laugh. Hermione nodded, she was correct. Ginny seemed to be doing a lot better dealing with her memory loss then Ron was. She hated that he tip toed about her, as if at anytime she would go insane and maul him. Of course, she really couldn't blame him. She had pretty much gone insane the first time he visited. But what she needed was to laugh, and learn. Not to be kept in the dark. "Well," Ginny's voice broke into her thoughts. "There was me, Harry, my whole family, your parents, all of our friends, and quite a bit of the wizarding world. The worst one was Ron though. I never saw him in such a mess," Ginny said sadly.

"What was he like?" Hermione asked eagerly. She needed to know if the man who had obviously been avoiding her, really did in fact love her.

"Oh, it was terrible. When he heard of the trail derailment, he broke down. He was a mess really. He posted up those flyers and spent most of his time in his flat, waiting for a reply. His boss had to put him on sick leave because he grew so attached to finding you. He only recently went back to work, but the word is, he's still not doing too well," Ginny explained, sipping her tea.

Hermione took a sip as well, contemplating this. "Would you mind if I asked you questions?" she asked hesitantly.

"No, not at all," Ginny replied. "I suppose Ron is avoiding that part, huh? Don't worry, he'll come around." She reached over and squeezed Hermione's hand.

"I hope so. Okay, so, how long have Ron and I been dating?"

Ginny thought for a moment. "Five years. But it's really not called dating. You guys have been in love ever since you met on the Hogwarts Express, but you both were too blind to see it until seventh year."

Hermione smiled. She kind of liked the sound of that. "How did we start...going out?"

"Well...I only know what you told me. But you've told me almost every single aspect of your relationship with Ron. It was the night before graduation, only a few days after Voldemort had been defeated..."

"Hermione, I really need to talk to you," Ron said impatiently, trying to pull her away from her crowd of friends. She frowned at him, wondering why Ron wanted to talk to her so badly. Ginny looked at her, wide-eyed and Harry snickered. The other girls and guys of her year from Gryffindor looked away, trying to hide their smiles.

"It can't wait Ron?" she asked.

"No. No, it really can't," he said, impatiently pulling on her arm again.

"Alright. All right Ron!" she glared at him and pulled her arm from his grip. She walked off with him towards the lake. He stood there, his face half shadowed, the other half alight from the moon. His eyes were serious, his Adams apple bobbing nervously. "Ron, what is it?" she asked impatiently.

She watched as he took in a deep breath before blurting out, "I'm in love with you Hermione. I always have been."

"Uh...Herms? You there?"

Hermione jerked back to the present as Ginny waved her hand in front of her face. She blinked and shook her head. Her temples throbbed and a raging headache pounded through her head. "I'm sorry Ginny, what did you say?"

"Only that my brother finally admitted his feelings toward you by the lake..." she trailed off, concern in her eyes. "Did you hear anything I said?"

Hermione closed her eyes, putting her face in her hands. She didn't have any idea what she had just experienced. She knew it hadn't been Ginny's voice explaining all that to her. It was her mind...her memory. Pieces of a broken tape inching it's way back into their rightful places. "No. I don't know. I heard the first part, but then I kind of blanked out. I'm sorry Ginny," she looked back up, apologizing. She didn't want to tell Ginny that she had just remembered something. She wasn't even sure if it had been a memory of just a trick her mind felt like playing on her.

"'Mione? Are you alright?"

Hermione twisted her head to see Ron standing in the kitchen doorway. Worry lines were etched across his forehead, his eyes troubled. "Yeah, I'm fine," she whispered, her head pounding in pain. Ron's eyes flitted to where Ginny sat, completely thunderstruck.

"I'm sorry Ginny, but I think Hermione needs to go lay down. I'll bring her by The Burrow later this week," Ron said. He was apologetic, but his voice was tense and hard.

Ginny nodded her head, eyes wide. She stood up, walked over and gave Hermione a quick hug. "I'll see you later this week then. Make sure to not let this great prat take advantage of you," she said with a grin.

Hermione smiled back tensely; glad that even in an uncomfortable situation, Ginny could still find something to grin about. Hermione watched as she exited and a moment later the door snap shut.

As another wave of intense pain washed through her head, Hermione curled up in her chair, placing her head on her knees. She heard Ron walk over and a moment later could feel his arms wrap under her and lift her into his arms. "Come on, you can go lay down now," he said calmly.

Hermione rested her head against his broad shoulder, all her energy sapped out of her from the brief memory. Ron carried her back to Harry's bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed. Putting the rumpled covers back over her, he gently stroked her hair. Hermione made a soft moan of pain and curled into herself.

"It'll be alright 'Mione," Ron said softly. He bent and tenderly kissed her forehead. Straightening up, he padded quietly to the door and left her to sleep.

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Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up! School has been absolutely crazy! Anyways, here you go and I hope you like it. Make sure to give me some feedback!

To my reviewers:

Bhekie – Thanks, and I hope you will continue to like it

Pia O'Leary – Thanks! You got to have some sadness in there somewhere! Lol. Sorry I didn't update sooner!

Tiffany-45 – I'm glad you like this story. I was getting kind of bored as well with the same old fics, so I made my very own amnesia one, lol. Yeah...it does sound like you're still in high school. Actually, the oh so wonderful high school was the reason it took me so long to update...

GiGiFanFic – Nope, I'm a girl, so no offense taken. Ron doesn't seem all that smart in the series and I personally don't think many guys in reality get the hint all the time, so that's why I portrayed Ron that way in this fic. I'm glad you like it and hope you will continue reading