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Chapter 8
The truth will out
Hermione sat down hard on the side of the bed, shocked at the question – she new it would come out eventually, just not so soon. He obviously still believed they had never met before, and as far as she could make out, he didn't know about Harry yet or their adventures during their school years. Her thoughts were running through her brain so quickly she had a hard job keeping up with them. Should she make up some lie about the clock, saying that every Wizarding house in England had one – no he would never believe that. Should she tell him that he was well known in England and she had read a newspaper article about him – no that would lead to more lies, trying to explain why he was famous. No she decided – it would have to be the truth.
"Well I think this may come as a little bit of a shock, please don't be mad at me, I didn't tell you because I wanted you to remember it rather than me tell you and force you into remembering it. We were at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry together, we were the best of friends" Turning away and blushing a brilliant red colour, Hermione was unable to meet his eyes. Ron sat still in his chair, soaking up the information.
"I'm not mad, I can understand your reasoning, but just answer me one thing – when were you going to tell me? Once I had had a dream about you, which would confuse me even more. Exactly what else are you hiding from me, obviously you know me very well!" Ron said as his voice grew louder and louder with his frustration and anger.
"I can tell you anything you want to know, I have contacted your family back in England by the way and told them you are safe – they will not come out until I ask them too as they want you to remember them – not be confused if they suddenly come for a visit out of the blue." Still unable to meet his eyes, Hermione rambled on.
"I can understand that – what I can't understand is why you didn't tell me sooner – don't you realise how this is cutting me up inside – until a few days ago I didn't know who I was, where I was from, why I was here or if there was any hope of me regaining my memory!" Hermione, saw red at this point and decided to give as good as she got – unfortunately her emotions from the last 6 years also came to the surface and were directed at Ron.
"HOW YOU FEEL, HOW YOU FEEL, WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS HAS DONE TO THE REST OF US, ESPECIALLY ME – WE ALL THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD, WE HAVE A MEMORIAL SERVICE AND EVERYTHING. HOW DO YOU THINK I COPED OVER THE LAST 6 YEARS NOT KNOWING WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO YOU, NOT KNOWING WHERE YOU WERE, IF YOU WERE DEAD" By now tears were streaming down Hermione's face, she made no attempt to brush away – she was on a role, at last her feeling were being aired and she felt a large weight being lifted from her heart.
"THE DAY YOU VANISHED, I LOST THE LOVE OF MY L;IFE, THE MAN I WAS GOING TO MARRY, HAVE A FAMILY WITH, GROW OLD WITH, AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO STAND THERE AND GIVE ME THE THIRD DEGREE!" Realising what she had let slip, Hermione's hand rushed to cover her open mouth. Ron just sat there in the chair in shock, not really knowing how to handle the situation; he stood up and slowly moved over to the bed to sit beside Hermione.
"I'm sorry for getting angry, I didn't realise how it had effected you, I didn't know we were best friends, but what do you mean by "the love of my life"? Were we more than friends?" Ron began, shyly.
With tears still streaming down her red, flushed cheeks Hermione choked out an answer.
"Yes, Oh Ron, I'm sorry please just ignore everything I've said and I'll just leave you in peace now, you know how to set the pensive up, remember to cast the spell on yourself before you go to sleep and you should be fine. Bye" and with that Hermione rushed out of the door, leaving a stunned Ron still sitting on his bed looking at the empty space beside him which just a few moments ago sat the love of his life.
Yes from the first day he had seen her looking over his prescription chart, he had recognised her, he couldn't place her, but he had definitely seen her before.
He gradually began to realise that there was more to this Healer than met the eye, and he couldn't explain the funny way his stomach twisted in knots whenever she entered the room, or the way his whole body would tingle when she placed her hand on his. But after that last conversation he now realised what it all meant. He was in love with Hermione Granger.
I know this is a short chapter but you all asked for one to be posted quickly so there it is, I also felt that if I carried on with the next bit it would be too long!
Oh what will he do know? Will Hermione return the next day? Review to find out the next instalment!