A/N: Thanks for all your reviews! I love all of you! Here's chapter 13. Hope you like it!

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Chapter 13: Bar trip

Harry made it very clear to Ginny that he can't do anything about Hermione's situation; neither can he do anything with Ron's depression.

Ron and Luna decided to call off the wedding. Luna, being the odd one herself, didn't want to get married because she decided to abdicate her wrong doings and become a nun. Ron was devastated to know that but knowing Luna, nothing can change her mind except herself.

The moment Harry suggested a night out with only the three of them, Hermione and Ron furiously nodded. They desperately needed a friend.

Harry just received two letters that morning. One from a very stuck-up owl another from a hyper-active owl. She read the small piece of parchment from the snobbish owl. There written was a hasty letter with barely recognizable letters. It was from Hermione, making sure the night out was not cancelled. She seems to drink lots and lots of coffee these days. She gets an hour of sleep, at most. She was restless every time Harry and Ginny visit her in Spain. Blaise himself doesn't know what to do and even went to the Ministry of Magic to talk with all the people he knows just to stop the divorce trial. Harry saw him there, as much distressed as Hermione.

Flashback

"Blaise, what's with you?" Harry asked Blaise who, at that time, was walking absentmindedly towards the lift. Blaise looked pensive as he looked up to see who called him. He flashed a very weak smile.

"I'm helping Hermione with the divorce thing." He hung his head as he said this.

"How about you?" Blaise tried to sound jolly but Harry knew better.

"Blaise, I work here remember? Why are you so upset" Harry asked Blaise walking him to his office.

"You know very well, Harry, so don't make me say it because I might just avada myself if I here me say it," He tried to laugh it off but Harry can sense that what he said is entirely true. He will curse himself if ever.

"What shall I do, Harry? I can't take this! Seeing her everyday looking outside her window. She hums something under her breath as she cries! She doesn't eat as much anymore, she will just take a piece of bread and walk back to her room as if the air is carrying her. She looks like a paper doll! I can't stand seeing her in that way! Harry, you know how I feel about Hermione. And living in the same house and seeing her as if she's dead is not making me any better!" Blaise shouted at the top of his lungs. Luckily, they were already inside Harry's office (he got promoted to Head of Aurors and money started pouring in with bonus missions).

"Blaise, calm down, I'll go talk to her about her hobby of crying and not eating much. And I will also try to talk with Draco about this divorce. When is the first trial again?" Harry told Blaise, as it sunk in Blaise lightened up even just a little bit.

"Thanks Harry. It's on the fifth." Blaise stood up and waved good bye.

End of Flashback

Harry sat up and strode to his office in their spare bedroom. He grabbed his organizer (Hermione's last gift to him before her coma) and went straight to Dates to Remember.

March 5- Happy BIRTHDAY JAYZE! (buy gifts and make sure Hermione is alright)

Harry stared at the page.

'Jayze's birthday? Perfect, just perfect,' Harry told himself.

It was now the third! What can he do? With only two days away and Hermione still groggy with everything, how can she present herself to the court? Damn it Draco! Why does he have to do this? Now that Hermione remembers every little bit of her memory?

He placed the organizer back in his desk and apparated to a muggle pub outside London.

When he got there, Hermione and Ron were already drinking their second shot of tequila.

"Harry! Come over here! It's fun! Ron just told me the most horrific story yet!" Hermione shouted on top of all the sounds and music coming out of large speakers and amplifiers all over the pub. Harry waved and walked through the mass of people dancing.

Hermione was wearing a very simple shirt that says: I'm STUPID. She was biting the snowflake necklace, a hobby that she was fond of every time she's excited or nervous or anxious.

The night went on. They were laughing and talking loudly. Shouting at each other their comments and taking shots of every drink they can buy.

Harry felt someone tap his shoulder. When he looked up he saw Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"Kingsley, what brings you here?" Harry asked.

"Are you drunk?" Kingsley asked solemnly.

"N..no, why?"

"We have business in the South. We must go there immediately," He motioned to the other two to say goodbye and apparated.

"Guys, I have to go. Have fun alright? It's on me, order anything." Harry waved goodbye and apparated to the South.

When he got there, he sighed loudly and asked Kingsley what it was about but all he could do was point over to the pensieve beside him.

Harry looked at it for a while before going inside it.

He sat on an expensive armchair while people and house- elves run everywhere. They were all nervous and distressed. Harry looked around and realized where he was. Malfoy Manor. He searched for Draco for this must be his memory and likely enough there he was, face enveloped in his hands, shaking his head. Harry walked to him and searched for more people. The moment Harry reached Draco, he stood up very abruptly and strode for the stairs.

"How can he walk so fast? I'm already jogging!" Harry complained. When Draco reached a door, he stopped.

"This is Jayze's room, right?" Harry peered in and saw Jayze being surrounded by the best Healers of St. Mungo's. They were doing all kinds of charms on him. Harry itched to ask Draco what was going on but realized that it was useless. He tried to go inside the room but was drawn back by Kingsley.

"What was that about? What happened to Jayze?" Harry exclaimed. He was very concerned with Jayze. What could have happened? What will Hermione do if she knew? Why did Draco keep it to himself?

Questions flooded his mind. He had no choice but go to Draco and ask him himself.

Meanwhile, Ron got Hermione very drunk. They went to a room that the pub offered for too drunk customers who couldn't manage to go home. Hermione entered and fell back on the bed comfortably. All she wanted was to sleep since she was deprived of it for some time now and the alcohol is not helping much. She removed her shoes and curled up. But it seems like Ron had other things in mind.

He stripped off his shirt and laid on top of Hermione. Hermione's eyes bolted open.

"Ron! What are you doing!" She cried. But Ron just kissed her harshly on the lips while trying to rip off her shirt. Once it was torn Hermione tried to punch him but he pinned her to the bed.

He took off Hermione's bra advantageously and feasted on what was under it. Hermione was kicking him but it seemed to have no effect on him.

"Ron! Stop! Please! Ron!" Hermione was crying now but Ron doesn't appear to listen. He removed his pants and went to get Hermione's underwear out of his way.

"Ron! Please! Don't do this! Draco!" Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs. She was crying continuously. Why do things like this happen to her? If only she was not stupid Draco wouldn't be mad at her. She would have been happy at home playing with her son. If only she was not stupid, Draco would have been here. Draco would have cursed Ron's arse goodbye. They would have been together tonight. But no, she was so dense, so daft.

Her tears seemed never ending. She cried and cried, it was the only thing she's good at anyway. Cry. She had a glance of the snowflake as Ron got busy with himself and touching her. She looked at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry, Draco. I love you but it looks as if I will not have tomorrow to say this to you," She whispered loudly.

"CRUCIO!"

A/N: Okay, i hope you liked this one. And I woild also like to thank those who reviewed LEFT UNSAID. I'm thinking hard if i will make it a novel. hehehe. Please tell me what you think about this chapter. Thank you very much! Thanks for reading! please review!