Hermione awoke with a start, her head pounding, groaning as the light from the dorm room window hit her face, she turned her face into her feathered pillow.

"Hermione are you okay," Ginny's worried voice called.

"I'm fine Gin," she groaned, rubbing at her eyes, she pushed herself up, taking in the pink unicorn pyjamas she certainly didn't own.

"Are you sure," Ginny asked anxiously, the redhead, was perched on the end of her bed, her eyes wide.

"I have a headache, Gin what on earth am I wearing," she asked aghast.

"Don't you remember, you were in an accident, de-aged, you took the cure yesterday, whilst you were five you got some different clothes, I resized them as you grew so they wouldn't rip," Ginny rambled, at her words a floodgate opened up in her mind; four months' worth of memories rising from her subconscious, Hermione felt her cheeks pale, her eyes widening.

"Oh fuck what have I done," she cried her hand rising to cover her face, against her will tears began to fall from her eyes.

"It's not that bad, honestly," Ginny soothed, taking her into her arms, she began to rock her as Hermione sobbed.

"Everyone must hate me," she whimpered.

"I promise you they don't," Ginny reassured.


In the boy's dorm Fred awoke with a headache of his own.

"George what did we drink last night," he asked rubbing his forehead with his hand hoping he could dissipate the pain with willpower alone.

"I was drinking spiked punch, while you dear twin drank a re-aging potion," George spoke, Fred raised his head staring at his twin confused.

"Why did I," he began to ask but broke off as he was assaulted with a wave of memories.

"What on earth, I need to see Hermione, he cried," climbing out of his bed hurriedly.

"You need to go to the Hospital Wing, make sure there's no lingering effects from the potion.

"I'm fine, I just have a headache," he reassured as he opened the door, rushing down to the common room.

"HERMIONE," he cried up the girl's staircase.

"Fred," she replied, her quiet voice came from behind him, and he turned to see her sitting on the couch, Flopsy quietly sitting on her knee beside Crookshanks who had been strangely absent over the previous four months.

"Are you okay," he asked her worriedly, kneeling before her, his eyes fixed on her own.

"Oh Freddie, we caused so much trouble," she cried.

"It's okay, we can apologise," he smiled at the pretty witch who had stolen a piece of his heart.

"Hermione," another voice called cautiously.

"Harry, Ron," I'm so sorry," she told them, flinging herself into their startled arms.

"It's okay, Mione you weren't yourself," Ron soothed.

"How are you doing," Harry asked her.

"I'm okay, jut feel strange," she whispered.

"Come get some breakfast with us," Ron suggested, Hermione nodded, and Fred watched her exit the Common Room with her two friends.

"Feelings are still there, I see," George's voice called to him.

"Shut up Georgie," he mumbled.

"Everyone could see that you were smitten with Hermione, what you going to do about it," his twin asked.

"Go down to breakfast and apologise to everyone," Fred answered.

"Then what," George asked.

"Then I'm going to get the girl," Fred answered.

"Awesome," George sang.

"Going to help me," he asked his brother.

"Always," George told him, patting him on the back as they exited the room together.

"Happy Christmas Freddie," George told him.

"Happy Christmas Georgie," he replied.