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The rain hadn't lessened any by the next day. Actually, it just added to Hermione's foul mood as she rushed around the bedroom, gathering her belongings. She was supposed to be leaving in less then ten minutes for The Burrow. She had conveniently pushed the thought of packing to the back of her mind since Ron had received the invitation from his mother the day before.

So much for later this week, she thought bitterly as she snapped her suitcase shut. She wiped the loose tendrils of hair that had fallen out of her sloppy bun away from her face. Heaving a sigh, she grabbed the suitcase and hefted it out into the living room. It wasn't all that heavy but she hadn't fully regained her strength from her last insane memory jolt.

Ron stood next to the couch, his own bag slung across his shoulder. His face was impassive, just as it had been since they had woken up together in the same bed. Way to go Hermione. Now he won't even look at you, she thought to herself. It was true though. Ever since she had declared that she wanted to do things for herself, there had been no actual conversation between them. He rarely looked at her anymore.

"Are you ready?" Ron's voice jolted Hermione out of her reverie. She shook her head as if to clear it but immediately stopped upon noting Ron's worried expression. She didn't want him to think she was going through another one of her insane moments.

"Yeah, as ready as I'll ever be," she said, sending a smile to him. He returned it, but Hermione could tell it was forced and it didn't quite meet his eyes. Besides, his gaze wasn't anywhere near her. She didn't have much time to think about this, however, since Ron was already grabbing her arm. Uttering a faint "oh", she felt her surroundings vanish and knew that she was in the midst of disapparating.

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Hermione stumbled slightly as her feet hit solid ground again. She closed her eyes briefly, trying to get her racing thoughts back in order. She barely had time to register anything before Ron ushered her out of the drizzling rain and into the warm, dry kitchen.

Her eyes immediately flew open as she took in her surroundings. The long, scrubbed kitchen table sat exactly where it always had, as did the clock with the Weasley family faces etched onto it.

"It's about time you got here!" Hermione looked up, a grin breaking out on her face. A stout, plump woman stood in front of them, her red hair in disarray. Flour created white splotches on her floral printed apron and in her hand she held her gleaming wand.

"Molly!" Hermione cried, shrugging out of Ron's grasp. She rushed over and hugged Mrs. Weasley tightly, her grin widening as she felt the woman's arms enveloping her. She pulled away from her and turned, watching as Ron quickly tried to mask his surprised look.

"My, my Hermione! I was sure that…well…never mind," Molly said, laughing lightly. She took Hermione's hand and led her to the table, forcing her to sit down with her. Hermione didn't miss the arched eyebrow and perplexed look that Molly sent towards Ron.

"It's so good to see you!" Hermione said excitedly. "I missed everyone so much while I was…well, while I was away," she said, stumbling when she mentioned her disappearance.

Molly beamed. "Well, I'm glad to hear it dear. As much as I would like to chat, I really must be getting dinner ready. Ron can get you settled in," she said before standing up.

"Oh, I would be glad to help with the preparations," Hermione offered, also standing up.

Molly smiled kindly but shook her hand. "Thanks dear, but I'm sure I'll manage on my own. You and Ron just get settled," she replied. She looked over at Ron. "The sleeping arrangements will be the same as they always are when you two visit," she said gravely, her voice dangerous.

"Mum, maybe that wouldn't be…"

"Hush Ronald. I know a bit more about this then you might think. Now, go on up and get her settled in," she demanded. She gave Hermione another quick hug. "I'll see you at dinner then. Don't worry; I've only invited Harry and Ginny. I didn't want it to be too overwhelming."

Hermione smiled gratefully. "Thanks Molly. I'll see you at dinner then," she called out as Ron took her by the arm and ushered her out of the kitchen. She continuously glared at him as he forcibly walked her up the stairs.

"You can let go of my arm now," she said angrily as they reached his bedroom door. Instead of releasing her, his grip tightened as he pushed open the door and pulled her inside. "I said let go," she cried, ripping her arm from him.

He turned and glared at her darkly. "Why did you remember mum's name?" he asked accusingly.

Hermione chose to ignore the question. She didn't, in fact, know why she had remembered Molly, or The Burrow. It was odd kind of that this part of her memory was still intact. She had felt a connection with Ginny but it had been slightly more difficult with her. She wasn't completely sure about Ginny yet but she had a feeling it wouldn't take long. "Where am I sleeping?" she asked instead.

"Why did you remember her name?" he demanded.

"Where am I sleeping?" she asked again.

He sighed and motioned towards the bed. "We'll both be sleeping there," he replied.

"But…"

"I'll explain after you answer my question," he said dramatically.

She stuck her tongue out at him childishly and flopped down on the bed. "I just did, okay? I don't know why but I remember everything about The Burrow." She felt her heart give a painful twinge as she saw the hurt look flit across Ron's face.

"Then why don't you remember me?" he asked hoarsely.

Hermione lowered her eyes, fighting the tears from spilling. "Because I just don't, that's all. I don't know why. I remember parts, but I never understand them. It's like a jagged rock or something. There are these parts that are so sharp, so clear but they don't smoothly join the rough edges. I know that doesn't make much sense, " she replied, shaking her head. She brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them to her.

When she looked at him, she saw the pain reflected in his eyes. She gulped; horrified that she had caused this man so much grief. "Ron…" she began, not really knowing what to say.

"No. I – it's okay," he stammered. Before she could utter another word he had turned and bolted from the room.

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Ron glared down at his plate, not really taking in the conversation going on around him. He had to admit, it had hurt when Hermione had admitted to remembering The Burrow, but not him. He didn't get it, really. He had thought he was the most important aspect of her life. So why, why hadn't she remembered him?

"Ron?"

He jerked, sending his peas flying onto the table. Plastering a smile on his face, he turned to Ginny. "Sorry. What were you saying?" he asked.

"Could you pass the sauce?" she asked, her face showing her amusement at his lack of attention.

Ron grabbed the dish and pushed it roughly in her hands, looking away from the puzzled stares and back to his plate. The potatoes looked like a giant mountain with the peas being the skiers. Sighing, he shoved a forkful of the now sloppy mess into his mouth. He hardly tasted it, even though Mrs. Weasley had spent quite a bit of the day on the dinner. He usually enjoyed his mum's cooking, but right now the only thoughts were of Hermione cuddled up, looking like the most vulnerable woman in the world.

"Ron!"

"What?" he snapped angrily, jerking his head back up. Ginny frowned at him and crossed her arms.

"What has gotten into you?"

"Nothing," he mumbled.

"Harry just asked you how your work was going," she said with a hint of annoyance.

Ron tried to focus his gaze on Harry. He was looking perplexed, his wine glass raised as if to take another sip. He could feel them all staring at him and finally he just…snapped. "Could you excuse me?" he said. Without waiting for an answer, he pushed himself away from the table and bolted outside.

He crossed the backyard with long, angry strides. His hands were balled into fists, his mouth set into a grim line. When he reached the tree sitting by the small pond, he plopped down, resting his back against the cool bark. Closing his eyes, he tried to make all the thoughts leave him. But it was impossible.

Maybe she doesn't want to remember you, a voice nagged at him. Maybe she found out how despicable you really are. Maybe she decided she'd rather someone else. Ron groaned and hit his head, trying to force out the cruel, nagging voice. It wasn't true, he thought, Hermione loved him. She would remember her love for him. She didn't want to marry anyone else.

"You know, talking to yourself is a sign of going insane."

Ron opened his eyes and looked up to see Harry's dark frame standing in front of him. His friend lowered himself to the ground and sat on the damp grass. "I was not talking to myself," Ron growled.

"Ah, but you were mate," Harry said with a chuckle. "But don't worry, I think you're completely right. Hermione doesn't want to marry somebody else."

"What the hell are you doing out here?" Ron asked. "Why aren't you inside enjoying supper?"

"Well, supper's over. And I knew you weren't in the best of shape, so I came looking for you," Harry replied. He paused for a moment. "I know this is hard for you."

Ron snorted. "I never would have guessed," he said sarcastically.

Harry sighed. "Ron, you can't give up on her."

"Who said I'm giving up?" he asked defensively.

Harry threw his hands up in surrender. "It just seemed that way, that's all. She's really worried about you." He paused, watching Ron closely. "She seems hurt that you're avoiding her. Maybe you should talk to her," he advised.

Ron sat there, staring at his worn hands. He cursed softly about being so stupid. He had been avoiding her, and where had that got him? It wasn't as if her memory was going to give a sudden boost and remember someone who wasn't there. He pushed his hands into the damp, beaded grass and stood up. He didn't say a word to Harry as he stalked towards The Burrow. Right now the only thought in his head was to go apologize to her. And hopefully that would be enough.

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Okay, I have good and bad news. We'll say the good first, since that's always better. Thanks to everybody, I've realized that the chapters have been on the short side so I'll be making my next chapter longer, hopefully. Bad news. I'm suffering from writer's block. I have a tiny bit written for the next chapter but it hasn't been touched for about a month. Probably doesn't help that I have an insane amount of homework…which I should be doing right now. I think school is ruining my writing ability (j/k!!!). I'll try to get some more written, as long as the dreaded writer's block goes away, and will hopefully get some posted within the next month (yeah, I know, a long time to wait, lol)

Thanks to all my reviewers. You're the ones that make this fic so amazing and help me to continue on.

Mione-Jane-Weasley – Haha, yep, it is an update. Thanks! It's awesome that you think that way.

belanna30 – Hmm…I'm still playing around with how he handles Hermione. It's difficult for him, as I've said before but he's starting to kind of get used to it. I know how he's handling her but I can't really explain it. Don't worry, Harry and Ginny will be featuring more, they just weren't my main concern for the beginning of the fic.

Paige – Thanks. Awesome, some sympathy for Ron!

Pia O'Leary – Yeah, I know it was short hides , lol. I understand your rambling…I do that too. She is a very independent person, or that's how I see her, from the series so I wanted to kind of put that into this story. I've inspired you? Wow! That's awesome, thanks, lol. You'll have to tell me if you really do write a new one and the link to get to it, when I find time I would love to read it. Hope I didn't make you wait too long.

Bhekie – It's cool that you're thinking beneath the actual story. Thanks

cherokeegirl47 – Thanks

GiGiFanFic – Really? I find that odd. I hate that you have to wait 24 hours to see changes, it drives me crazy. Haha, actually, I haven't researched amnesia. I've read some stories and novels where there is amnesia in them, so I guess I just took together all that information. It's flattering that you think I'm doing it so well with hardly any research, thanks!! Meh, I don't know if it's a copy cat or not, they may have read my story or not, or maybe they even published it before mine. Either way, doesn't matter, lol. Thanks for choosing to read mine!

PinkyTheSnowman – Yeah, it was short. Got that one a few times, lol. Hmm…I didn't think it was that confusing of a chapter, but that might be just because I wrote it. Fluff will come, but we need to get some serious stuff out of the way. I'm not one to write incredibly fluffy stories…there's enough of them without me contributing, lol.