"Hermione wait!" Harry called. She stopped and waited for him to catch up. "I need to tell you something. Where are you going?"
"The library. If this is about Ron -"
"It is but you might want to hear it." They walked into the library and went all the way to the back. "I was talking to him after you left."
"Yeah I saw."
"He asked me for help... well at least I think he did... but I don't know what to tell him."
"And this is my problem because?" she asked.
Harry sighed. "Because you know how to help him."
"What makes you think I want to help him?"
"Then help me help him."
"Fine. What's wrong with him?"
"Well... I don't really know. That's why I need your help." Harry said.
"Okay. Is he sick or something?"
"Uhh."
"You're not being very helpful."
"I know. He said something about... like he does something, and then he can't remember that he did it."
"Short term memory loss."
"Yeah but... he made it sound like a big deal."
"He makes everything a big deal." she said.
"But maybe there's something he didn't tell me."
"Well that won't get us very far."
"Hermione could you just turn off the attitude for a minute?"
"Harry I can't help you. I don't know what's wrong with him, and right now I don't care."
"You don't care?" he asked
"No I don't." she walked past him quickly. Harry went back out into the main part of the library and sat down. Now what am I going to do? Who else would know about this?

That night, Harry woke up at 3:45 AM. He didn't know why he was up so early; he'd just gone to bed two hours ago. He sat up and looked around the dormitory. Everyone else was asleep. Harry got dressed and headed for the common room. He was still tired, but he knew that he wasn't going to fall asleep any time soon. He fell onto a couch.
"Harry?" Harry looked up. Ron was there too. "What're you doing up?" Ron asked.
"Couldn't sleep."
"Me either. Do you think that quidditch practice has been to hard?"
"Not really. Why?"
"Some people have complained."
"They should be glad that Oliver isn't on the team anymore. He worked us until we almost died."
"I think Hermione hates me." Ron said. "What did she say when you talked to her?"
"She said that she can't help you."
"That's what I thought. It would help a lot if I could remember what I did to make her so mad." They stopped talking until it was time to go to breakfast.

Harry walked into Snape's class and sat next to Hermione. "Where's Ron?" he asked her.
"Don't know, don't care." she said. They stopped talking because Snape had started a lecture on a certain potion's ingredients. It was his new game for them, guess the potion. "Pollyjuice" Hermione whispered to Harry.
"Potter!" Snape said "Since apparently you know so much that you don't have to listen, which potion is it?"
"Pollyjuice." Harry said
"I asked for your answer, not hers." Harry could hear Draco laughing. "Do you know what a Pollyjuice Potion does?"
"Transforms you into someone else."
"And how long does it take to make?"
"A month."
"Well I am amazed. You actually studied." Snape moved on to his next victim.
"Good job." Hermione said. Snape was asking someone to name ingredients that he hadn't. They couldn't answer him.
"Potter. Since you and Granger share a brain now, answer the question."
"Knotgrass, boomslang skin..." Harry was amazed that he still remembered. It had been almost five years. "And a bit of who you want to turn into."
"See me after class." Snape said. The bell rang and everyone but Harry left.
"How did you know that? Was Granger passing you notes."
"No. I read one of her books." Harry lied.
"Sure you did. From now on you will not be sitting near her."
"But-"
"That is enough Potter." Harry left the room. Hermione was waiting in the hall for him.
"What did you tell him?"
"That I read one of your books."
"Good. I don't want him knowing the real reason. I'm surprised you remember all of that."
"Me too."

After dinner that night, Harry was heading back to the common room. Ron was going into the common room just as Harry got there. "Ron!" he said. Ron sat down. "Where've you been?" Harry asked
"Around."
"Around where?"
"Just around. How did Snape's class go?" Ron asked
"He won't let me sit by Hermione anymore."
"Why?"
"He thinks she's giving me answers."
"Well she does."
"Yeah but I don't want him knowing that. So where were you all day?"
"I already told you."
"Were you cutting class?"
"Maybe. Not that it matters much if I'm there or not."
Harry sighed. "Hermione would think differently."
"I don't care anymore. She doesn't care about me, so why should I care about her? You're the lucky one. You have a girl friend who isn't a smart know it all who thinks she's better than the whole world."
"Actually, I haven't talked to Cho since September."
"You haven't?"
"No. Every time I talk to her she runs away. I gave up trying a while ago."
Ron shook his head. "Women... you know there's a Hogsmeade trip this weekend."
"Are you going?" Harry asked
"Probably. I want to talk to Fred and George. What about you?"
"I dunno. Maybe."
"You should go with me. That way we'll both have someone to talk to."
"Yeah, maybe."

The next day before lunch, Harry waited in front of the Great Hall for Cho. He knew that she had Herbology right before lunch. He leaned against the wall and waited. Eventually she came up the stairs and into the castle. "Cho?" Harry said.
"What?"
"Can we talk?"
"I guess so."
"You're not going to run away this time?"
She sighed. "No. What is it?"
"Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me?"
"Umm... actually I don't think I can. I have this thing to do that day."
"Fine." Harry walked into the Great Hall.
"So that's it?" she asked
"Yep."
"That's all you wanted to say?"
"Yeah. Usually when I try to talk to you, you run away. So I thought I'd make it short so that I could save you the trouble."
She sighed loudly. "I hate boys." She headed for the Ravenclaw table.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry asked.
"Nothing you would understand." Harry wanted to follow her, but instead he went to the Gryffindor table and sat next to Ron.
"Sometimes I really want to hit her." Harry said
"She'd probably throw a fit and tell someone. Then you'd get into trouble." Ron said
"True."
"Either that or she'd flip out and do some kind of kung-fu move on you. That's what Hermione did to me."
"You hit her?"
"It was more of a hard push. Do you want me to beat her up for you?"
"No that's okay. If she ticks me off again I'll do it myself."