First of all, thanks to the people who reviewed ) Very much appreciated! (of course - grins-)

I noticed a tiny mistake I made in the last chapter.. I wrote "Fall had just arrived..." because the story was at first meant to be in the fall, but then I changed it to summer, but forgot to change it in that sentence. But it is now, and I hope no one noticed... glances around nervously

Anyway, here's chap 2. Read and review! )

They shook hands. "Would you like to join me for a cup of tea?" she found herself asking him all of the sudden. "Or a soda?" She bit her lip nervously. "Or are you very busy?"

"Nothing that can wait a few minutes," he answered with a smile.

She led the way back to the cafe and ordered two sodas before taking a seat. "So, 'Doe', eh?" he said, a smile playing on his lips. "As in John Doe?"

Hermione let out a fake laugh. "Like I never have heard that one before." She hesitated, not quite sure if she dared to ask what she wanted to ask. Finally she gave in. "Who was she? The one you said I looked like."

"A friend," Ron answered, and even though he tried to hide it, she could still hear the hint of sadness in his voice. "One of my best."

"What happened to her?"

He did not answer at first, and slowly he took a sip of his soda. "She died," he said at last.

Hermione immediately regretted having asked. "I'm sorry," she stuttered. "I shouldn't have…"

"It's all right, you didn't know," Ron said and smiled weakly. He shifted his position in the chair, obviously feeling a little uncomfortable. "Anyway, tell me," he said, changing the subject. "Why the name Doe? I mean, I have heard it before, but then it was related to someone who didn't know his identity. I had no idea it was a common name."

"Well, it's just my foster family who calls me that," she began. She did not feel like rambling on about her personal life to someone she had just met, no matter how trustworthy and nice Ron seemed to be. "I never knew my parents or anyone else in my family. And I can't find them either: believe me, I have tried," she explained. "Which is basically why they came up with the name." It was perhaps not the whole truth, but it was not exactly a lie either. She could not remember her parents, or anyone else, which was about the same as not knowing them.

Ron looked at her, and his eyes showed deep sympathy. "You haven't given up on them yet, have you?"

Hermione shook her head. "Not yet," she answered. "But I am beginning to think it's hopeless."

"Hopeless is just a word we use when we're about to give up. Trust me, I should know; I've used the word so many times. And not only regarding homework," he added with a chuckle.

Hermione smiled. "Have you ever been proven right then? That it was indeed hopeless."

"Only once." He gave her a lopsided smile. "Oh bloody," he suddenly said. "I'm sorry, but I really have to go." He got up on his feet, and put his head on the side. "Are you… Are you doing anything later?" he asked, his ears reddening.

"Actually, a friend of mine is having this party. And since I live in the house too, I sort of need to be there to keep an eye on everyone," she said, and rolled her eyes. "But if you want to, you are very welcome to join me."

He smiled. "I'll be there. Just say when and where?"

Mary was grinning broadly when Hermione told her about Ron Weasley, and when it was added that he was coming to the party, her eyes widened.

"Oh my, oh my," she said. "I can't believe you actually asked him! Forget everything I have ever said about you, Jenny. You're not a bore at all!"

"And don't you forget it," Hermione warned her with a grin. "Now, how many have you invited tonight?"

"Never mind that, we need to find you something to wear!"

"Wait a little there, missy!" Hermione said before Mary had the chance to storm out of the room. "We can do that later. Now, how many?"

Mary turned around, and a guilty look appeared on her face. "Ten?"

Hermione tapped her feet, not too convinced by the answer. "Mary?"

"Justsomethingaroundtwenty-five," Mary answered quickly and almost in a whisper.

"What?" Hermione exclaimed. "Twenty-five? Mary, you said you would only invite your closest friends!"

"Well, they are," Mary said. "Sort of."

Hermione groaned. "This is going to be just like last time. Things will break, your dad will find out, and we'll be dead," she muttered. "Why are you so interested in having this party anyway?"

Mary sighed. "Ok, there's this guy I like. And I thought if I invited a few people to a party, including him, there would be a chance I could get to know him better."

"Couldn't you just have asked him out or something?" Hermione asked. "It's not like you haven't asked a guy out before."

Mary gave her a dumbfounded look. "This is different. This guy is different. And I'm shy."

"You've never been shy," Hermione pointed out. "And this… Mary, this is something you do when you're sixteen and desperate! Honestly, invite a bunch of people just to get to know a guy."

Mary rolled her eyes. "Well, what's done is done. There will be a party whether you like it or not." She stomped out of the room, but no sooner had she had left, she returned. "I'm still helping you to find something to wear tonight." And with that she was off again.

Hermione shook her head slowly, but she could not help but smile as she followed after her friend. Mary was certainly stubborn, but Hermione knew she would not have had it otherwise. Mary was not only her best friend, but also the sister she never had. Or perhaps the one she had lost. Hermione sighed. Would she ever find it out?

The hours passed by, and finally people started to arrive. Hermione gulped as she studied the crowd of people sitting in their living room. She only hoped they all would act their age, but her experiences said otherwise, and when she spotted the cans of beer that was brought inside, she knew this would not end well.

Mary seemed to have fun though, there she sat in the middle of the crowd, eagerly listening to whatever story one of the girls there was telling. After an hour she found herself in the same position, and with a bored expression on her face. She was even tempted to drink a glass of beer, just to entertain her self.

"Having fun?"

Hermione turned around only to see Ron, who was observing the people with great interest and with an amused smile on his face.

"Sorry I'm late," he said. "There was just something I needed to do first."

"That's all right." Hermione said. "Want to go somewhere else and sit? I don't know about you, but I sure don't want to hang around here the whole night."

He smiled. "Sure."

Not before they had sat down in the kitchen, Mary came storming in. She stopped dead, and a grin appeared on her face. "Well, hello," she said. "I don't think we have been introduced. I'm Mary."

"Hi, I'm Ron."

"Yeah, I already knew," she smiled smugly as they shook hands. "Jenny has told me all about you." She winked at Hermione, who wanted nothing else but to die right there and then. "Well, I'll leave you two alone. I was just getting something." She opened up the cupboard and grabbed one of the mugs there, and then ran off.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "If I find her drunk later, I swear I will do something drastic," she muttered.

"Do you always worry this much?" Ron chuckled. "Live a little, eh."

Hermione gaped at him. Had she heard correctly? "What did you just say?" she asked.

"I asked if you always worried this much."

"No, no." Hermione shook her head. "You said 'live a little'."

"I didn't mean to offend you, or anything," Ron quickly apologised.

"You didn't..." Hermione broke off and sighed. She had to stop doing this to herself: she had to stop searching for these 'deja vus', and believe there were more about them when there most likely were not. Anyone could have said; "live a little", she thought to herself. It's a phrase used regularly, and does not necessarily mean more than that.

"Are you all right there?" Ron gave her a curious look.

"To tell the truth," she began, suddenly feeling a great desire to tell Ron everything. "I wasn't telling you the exact truth earlier when you asked me about my name." She bit her lip nervously, unsure if she made the right decision by telling him. "I'm called Doe because I have no memory of who I am. I can't remember my life - with the exception of the last three years, that is."

Ron leaned back and looked at her. For a few seconds he seemed lost in thoughts, before he finally snapped out of it. "You have lived for three years without any clues about your life before?"

Hermione nodded. "It's weird, I know. However, now it's like a few memories are coming back to me. I have these strange dreams… But for everything I know it might be nothing," she hastily added with a wave of her hand.

Ron, however, seemed to believe otherwise. "What kind of dreams?" he asked.

"Well… I'm in this room, this ancient, old room. It's big, almost like a hall, and the strange thing is that it has no ceiling," Hermione told him. "And this night, for the first time, I could hear voices, two voices. I could not shake of the feeling that they were angry with each other."

"Do you remember what they said?"

"Vaguely," she answered. "There was a name. And then a word I didn't understand. I don't know…" Hermione let out a sigh. "Do you think I'm putting more into it than there really is?"

"No, I don't think so," Ron said. "I have a friend who's had dreams which have later actually turned out to be true. It wouldn't surprise me if your dreams appear to be memories from your past."

Hermione replied with a smile. It was just the answer she needed: she felt slightly less stupid. Maybe the past really was trying to make its way back to her?

"I was just wondering," Ron said. "If you're not doing anything tomorrow…"

"I'm not," Hermione interrupted, a little to eager than she wanted to sound like. She could feel her face turning red, but Ron did not seem to take much notice of it.

"Great," he said. "So, say twelve o'clock outside the cafe we went to earlier today?"

Hermione nodded. "That'll work fine."

"Good, there's something I want to show you."

She wanted to ask what, but was all of the sudden interrupted by a shattering sound. Both she and Ron sprang up to their feet and rushed in to the living room. Two guys were lying on the floor, in what seemed like a wrestling match, and the rest was standing in a semicircle around them. Mary stood in the middle, looking rather desperate.

"Stop it!" she yelled, but the boys took no notice of her. "Stop it now!"

"You'd never think these people were over twenty," Ron said to Hermione with raised eyebrows. "Bloody idiots." He nudged one of the boys who stood next to him. "Will you give me a hand here?"

The guy nodded, and Hermione watched as they walked over to the boys and pulled them apart. "All right, you two," Ron said. "Fun's over, get out!"

This apparently seemed to be the end of the party: people began to stumble out the door, some muttering about going to bars, and other about another party down the street. Hermione was not surprised; seemingly this was how parties ended – not that she really had much comparison.

"What happened?" Hermione asked Mary when the last people walked out.

"They just started to fight. Don't ask me why, I was in the middle of a conversation with someone else," Mary answered. "Stupid idiots… And they broke a vase. Luckily nothing we can't replace," she added and smiled wryly.

Ron tried to stifle his laughter, but failed and a snort appeared instead. Both Hermione and Mary looked at him, and he gave an embarrassed smile. "Ok, I think I'll go now. I'll talk to you tomorrow." And with that he walked out the door, and disappeared off.

"He's cute," Mary said with a wink. "And apparently he has a good sense of humour."

"Just go and get the vacuum cleaner, so we can clean up this mess," Hermione ordered.

"And you're seeing him tomorrow, too!" Mary giggled. "It's more than I got out of this night."

"That reminds me, what happened to that guy of yours? I never got to meet him."

"That's because he never came," Mary muttered. "Idiot. Had to baby-sit his cousin or something."

"Ah well, at least he told you he couldn't make it. That's something," Hermione said. "But, next time, just ask him out, ok?"

"Sure, whatever," Mary said with a laugh. "Let's just clean up this mess so we can talk about how you think your evening went tonight."

Hermione replied with a nod. Speaking of tonight, she could not quite let go of how the conversation had ended. What was it Ron wanted to show her? They had only known each other for a day; what could he possible want to show her? Well, she thought to herself, only tomorrow will tell.

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