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"Wake up sleepy head! It's time to get out of bed!" Ron's alarm clock belched out in a horrible singing voice. He swatted the air a few times before his hand made contact. He slammed it off and rolled over, staring up at the ceiling. It was only nine o'clock in the morning and Ron was tired as hell. He hadn't been able to get much sleep the night before; he had spent most of his time worrying about Hermione. However, she had slept throughout the day and the night. He didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. But he guessed he'd find out today when he brought her to the muggle hospital.

Ron pushed off the blankets and swung his legs onto the floor. Looking around, he located a pair of pants and a shirt. He threw them on, not really caring about his appearance. He'd get showered and dressed in clean clothes later that that. He shoved his hand through his hair, taking away the bed head but leaving a tousled look. He had never really cared about his hair. Hermione seemed to like it like that. He remembered once when he had tried to be cool and spiked it. She took no time to announce that he looked like a gelled porcupine. That was the last time he did that.

He took his time walking out to the living room. He thought that Hermione would still be in bed. Anybody would be after the intense strain she been through the day before. That was why he was surprised to see her curled into a corner of the couch, reading a book. She looked up when he entered and beamed. He noticed that unlike him, she had actually taken the time to shower and dress properly. He smiled back. "How are you feeling?" he asked slowly.

She looked back at her book, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. "I'm feeling better. Thanks...for everything yesterday," she replied.

"Sure," Ron said briskly. "I'm sorry to tear you away from your book, but we have to get to your appointment," he nodded towards the clock.

"Oh right!" She gasped and threw the book down. "I kind of got lost in my book. How are we getting there?" she asked, standing up and walking towards the door.

"Uh..." Ron started, hesitant. He wasn't sure if apparating would be a real great idea considering how she had been the day before, but they were running late. And he really didn't want to go through the whole muggle transportation thing. He already had to deal with the hospital and whacked out medical ways. "We'll be apparating if that's alright with you," he finished.

Hermione nodded. "Yes, I suppose that would be best. We are late and I'd like to get in and out as quickly as possible," she stated, opening the door. Ron shoved his feet into his shoes and followed Hermione, who was already marching determinedly down the hall towards the lift.

"Good morning and welcome! How may I help you?" the receptionist asked with a beaming smile.

Ron cocked an eyebrow, trying not to smirk at the woman's overly insane greeting. "Hermione Granger here to see Dr. Morgan," Ron replied. The receptionist flitted her gaze from Ron to Hermione, who was standing uncomfortably near the desk. She gazed back down to her computer screen and tapped away at the keys.

"Oh yes. He's been waiting for you. Down the corridor, last examination room to the left," the receptionist informed them.

"Thanks," Ron said. He set off at a brisk pace through the corridor, Hermione walking at a slower pace behind him. She had lost most of her energy throughout the apparation and didn't seem as determined to see the doctor as before. When he arrived at the large oak door with Dr. Morgan etched into a brass plaque, he knocked heavily.

"Come in," a hearty male voice called. Ron looked at Hermione, who nodded, showing that she was okay. Ron twisted the knob and opened the door, allowing Hermione to enter first. "Good morning! I assume you to be Miss Granger," Dr. Morgan said warmly, rising from his desk to shake Hermione's hand. The doctor was of medium height with a potbelly. His grey hair was balding from his head, leaving the scalp shiny. Ron wandered vaguely whether he polished it. "And you must be Mr. Weasley," Dr. Morgan turned to Ron and shook his hand firmly. "Please sit down," he said, motioning to the two plush leather chairs that faced his desk. He, himself, sat back down into his own chair.

Ron helped Hermione sit down and she smiled at him gratefully. He then took his own seat, leaning back into the cushion, watching the doctor with sharp eyes. The doctor smiled, but obviously realized that they wanted to talk. "Miss Granger, I'm not sure if Dr. Whitaker mentioned this, but I only specialize in amnesia. Meaning your other physical injuries are not my concern. You'll have to go to your regular doctor for information on those," he explained. Hermione shot Ron a look as if stating she had no idea who her actual doctor was. Ron just shrugged and turned his attention back to Dr. Morgan. "Now, I'll have to ask you mandatory questions and I need you to answer them honestly, do you understand Miss Granger?" he asked. He waited until she nodded.

Picking up a pencil, he looked down at the list in front of him. "How long have you been suffering from memory loss?"

"Ever since I came out of a coma," she replied.

He scribbled down an answer. "Have you remembered anything?"

This time it was Hermione's turn to pause. Ron watched as she bit her lip, obviously thinking. "Yes, only once," she said hesitantly.

The doctor looked up, obviously surprised. Ron, himself, was surprised. He didn't know she had remembered anything. "May I ask what that was?"

Hermione blushed slightly. "Well...I had my friend visit me yesterday. A - and I asked her about how Ron and I had started going out. She started to explain but my memory seemed to click in. I remembered almost every detail of it, all up until he said he loved me," she replied softly.

Ron was taken aback. He didn't think that the first memory she would have would be of the unromantic way he had told her he loved her. But it was, and for some reason he was glad. "What happened after you remembered?"

"I had this terrible headache, and it felt like I had no energy. Ron carried me to bed and I slept until this morning," Hermione replied. She was back to her determined self, Ron noted.

"Do you currently sleep in the same bed as him?"

"No."

"So you haven't had sexual intercourse since your accident?"

"No."

"Miss Granger, I'm going to have to ask you to wait outside while I talk to Mr. Weasley. You seem fine, but I will write out a prescription to help your headaches. However, they will probably continue for awhile, or at least during the time when you are starting to regain your memory," the doctor said, scribbling down something on a piece of paper and handing it to her.

Hermione nodded, took the paper and quickly departed. Ron looked back at Dr. Morgan, confused. "What exactly do you need to talk to me about?"

"May I ask why you haven't been sleeping in the same bed as her?" Dr. Morgan asked calmly.

Ron's eyes almost bugged out of his head. "Uh...well...because I thought it wouldn't be a good idea," he explained carefully.

"Well, you obviously thought wrong. I'm going to have to ask you to start sleeping with her..."

"You want me to have sex with her?" Ron yelled, outraged. He stood up, glaring down at the doctor.

"No. No, nothing like that. I'm asking you to start sleeping in the same bed with her. You have to realize that one of the ways she will regain her memory is if she's subject to the things she did before. I'm not asking you to be sexually active with her because, honestly, until she is completely ready, she wouldn't be able to handle it," the doctor explained patiently.

Ron calmed down slightly but he was still angry. "I'll think about it," he said harshly. He turned and opened the door, slamming it behind him. Hermione looked at him fearfully.

"What was all the yelling about?" she asked.

"Nothing," he said gruffly and started walking towards the exit. "Let's go get that medicine and get you home."

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Hermione had absolutely no idea what had sent Ron into a silent insane state. He would hardly look her in the eye and always avoided speaking. At dinner that night he said a total of four words, "thanks" and "that was good". Hermione gave up trying to start up a conversation when she figured out that his mind was obviously on other things. Instead, she retreated to the couch and curled up with her book. Ron had retreated back into his room, leaving Hermione in silence and able to concentrate on the romantic heroin in her book.

She didn't see Ron again until much later that night. Just as she began the last chapter of her book, he came in, leaning against the doorway. "It's late," he said, watching her with his brilliant blue eyes.

Ron came into the kitchen at one o'clock that morning. He had been asleep and was obviously tired. "Come on 'Mione. That can wait till morning. It's late," he pleaded with her. Hermione tried to hide a smile as she added another sentence to her latest report.

"I know it's late Ron, and I'll be in bed within the hour," she replied, frowning in concentration. Ron walked up and encircled were with his arms, She leaned back and sighed contently.

"Make that a promise?" he asked, squeezing her gently.

She smiled and twisted to kiss him. "Yes. Within the hour...or at next ten minutes," she laughed as he gave her puppy dog eyes. "I promise, I'll be in bed soon," she said, giving him a quick peck.

Hermione quickly shook her head, her hand flying up to where her temple throbbed painfully. She didn't understand any of what she had just seen. It was like a broken tape, jumping from certain parts of her life. It was all just a mess and it made no sense.

"'Mione?" Ron said, worried. He walked over and bent to examine her face. "Are you alright?" She closed her eyes briefly and nodded slowly. It caused a wave of agonizing pain to wash through her. She took a sharp intake of breath. "Go to bed, I'll get you your pills," Ron said. He stood up and disappeared into the bathroom.

Hermione had no energy to move. Either that or the pain was too intense. Whichever one it was, she couldn't bring herself to stand and make her way into Harry's bedroom. She waited there until she heard Ron come back.

"Damn..." he said softly. She then felt his arms wrap around her and pick her up, just like he had the day before. She lay limply in his arms as he brought her to bed and laid her down. She opened her eyes as he coaxed her to take the pills. They felt dry and dissolvent in her mouth. With great difficulty, she swallowed them. She felt them take their path throughout her body. It wasn't a nice feeling and it definitely wasn't something she wanted to experience all the time. Just as she was falling asleep, she felt Ron's lips brush across her forehead and then heard him exit.

Hermione didn't sleep very long. An hour later her eyes had popped open and she looked around the dark room. Her pounding headache was gone, the only remnants being the slight throbbing in her temples. She rubbed her eyes as they got adjusted to the dim surroundings. A shiver ran through her as the cool wind blew apart the curtains that hung from the window.

Making up her mind, she pushed herself out of bed and padded to the door. As the door creaked open, a sliver of light made its way into the room. Ron had started to put on the hall light for her, in case of any problems. She was grateful for this as she walked down the carpeted hall, her feet barely making a sound. When she reached the heavy wood door that separated her from the sleeping Ron, she turned the knob and eased it open. It opened easily and she stepped inside, her feet making contact with the cold, hardwood floor.

She closed the door behind her and walked slowly over to the bed. Slivers of moonlight danced across the bed. They illuminated Ron, who lay twisted in the covers, his chest exposed. She noticed a thin, white scar that ran down his side. It seemed to be glowing in the moonlight. His sleeping face was precious, much more calmer then he looked in the day. The worry lines were slack, his mouth was open slightly and a passive expression was on his face. The vivid red hair was tousled with sleep, it didn't seem that it was ever combed.

Hermione moved back the covers and slowly eased herself down on the mattress. He didn't seem to notice the change and continued to sleep on. She replaced the blankets over them both and scooted over to him. Curling up into his side, she quickly fell asleep.

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I know it's been awhile since I've updated, I was slightly sidetracked. Anyways, I'm hoping you like this chapter and will be waiting anxiously for the next, which I will try to update quicker

To my reviewers:

Diana Granger1991 – Yay! You've added me to your favourite stories! lol. Thanks, and I'm glad you're enjoying it

cherokeegirl47 – Thanks and I'm glad that you found out that I had another story. I know you were a fan of Love Never Really Dies so I'm hoping you'll continue being a fan of this story.

luckyducky8200 – Glad you liked it...here's the next one!

Pia O'Leary – Yeah, it made sense. I like to do memories and flashbacks through the actual person, and not from another source. Hopefully that made sense! lol.

Harry-fanfic-reader – Hopefully you feel better now! I suppose you're an avid reader, or just incredibly into this fanfic because I probably couldn't read six chapters in an hour. However, my chapters are slightly short. Thanks!

Tiffiany-45 – I can't say if you're on the right track or not, but you've got some pretty good insight on the story. She'll remember more, I can promise you that. Ginny is a more cheerful person in my fanfics then the shy girl she portrays in the movies and books, but thankfully you like it, lol

GiGiFanFic – Ron's going through some difficult times, he doesn't really know how to act or what to feel. It's difficult for Hermione but it also is for Ron. She's not so much helpless than confused. She can't remember but she's not going to let lack of memories take away her personality, right? lol

Bhekie – Yes, slowly but surely. Just be patient