OH. MY. GOSH. I'm so embarrassed by how many stupid spelling/grammar mistakes I made last time. I am SO sorry if any of that annoyed-or confused-any of you guys.

Also, I've had a horrible week. Just not a good one, and I'm pretty sure it reflects in this chapter, so I'm sorry if this is disappointing/written weird.

review and enjoy!

The rest of the week went by with every member of the family, including Hermione and Harry, telling stories they thought would trigger a memory. However, it seemed Ron could only remember small things that had to do with Hermione, and only when Hermione mentioned them. The family thought it was odd, but didn't question it, for they knew that there was unlikely any explanation for these bizarre events.

Ron and Harry were sound asleep in the bedroom they shared. The soft sound of them inhaling and exhaling was the only thing that broke the peaceful silence. Both boys were exhausted from the long week they had just encountered, and met sleep happily. Ron rolled in his bed as he dreamed, subconsciously smiling at the scene that played in his head.

Hermione was dressed in a beautiful silk blue dress. She looked stunning as she danced in rhythm of the music. Her laugh and smile seemed to brighten the room. Ron sat on a seat, watching Hermione as she danced and enjoyed life. He was mesmerized by the way she glided across the floor, her beauty radiating with each step she took. She turned to look at Ron and smiled. He could feel his heart melt in his chest as he smiled back at the girl he loved.

Suddenly Ron's smile turned to a mixture of shock and horror as a giant spider made its way to Hermione. Did she not see it? He wondered. She was just smiling and waving at him while the spider inched closer to her. HERMIONE MOVE! Ron thought angrily as he tried to point to the spider behind her.

In one quick snap, the spider munched down on Hermione, engulfing her into its mouth.

"HERMIONE NO!" Ron shouted as he jolted awake.

He was covered head to toe in sweat, and felt his heart pounding loudly against his chest. He was trembling slightly.

Harry sat up in bed, and searched the room.

"Ron?" he asked nervously.

"Harry! I've got to see if Hermione is alright!" Ron yelled as he flew his feet from the bed and stood up.

"Bloody hell. What are you talking about? It's the middle of the night, you can't just storm into her roo-"

Ron was out the door before Harry could finish his thought.

When Harry realized what was exactly happening, he jumped out of bed and ran after Ron.

He caught up with him right as he was about to enter Hermione and Ginny's room.

"Ron!" Harry hissed.

Ron snapped him head around and looked at Harry with a panic expression.

"Do not wake them up, it was a just a nightmare. You can't just go barging in on-"

Harry let a sigh as Ron ignored him and walked into the room.

"Merlin," He mumbled.

Ron stood over the peaceful sleeping girl, and relaxed. She's alright.

"Ron, come on. Don't wake her," Harry pleaded.

Ron turned and smiled at the boy who was supposedly his best friend. He longed to know what their friendship was really like, but every time he tried to think about it, it was like his mind hit a wall.

"Alright, don't get your knickers in a knot," He winked at Harry.

Harry couldn't suppress a small chuckle, which caused both girls to stir in their sleep.

Before leaving, Ron bent over and placed a light kiss on Hermione's forehand.

Hermione stretched her arms and yawned. By the height of the sun, she guessed it was around 5 in the morning. Early bird catches the worm, she thought as she stretched her arms one last time before getting up.

In the bed next to hers, Ginny was passed out. Her sheets looked like she had been tossing and turning all night, and she was currently positioned with half of her body hanging off the bed. Hermione laughed and shook her head.

After doing a quick spell to make her bed, she made her way to the bathroom and started the shower. The warm water felt good on her skin, and out of habit began to hum an Elton John song her father used to sing for her.

She washed her hair happily as she hummed the familiar tune, occanisionally singing out some of the lyrics.

"And it seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind. Never knowing who to cling to when the rain set in. And I would have liked to have known you, but I was just a kid," She sang.

Ron awoke to the soft sound of a voice singing. He rose from his bed quietly, making sure to not wake Harry this time, and walked toward the bathroom.

He pressed his ear against the door and listened as the soft voice sang.

"Loneliness was tough, the toughest role you ever played. Hollywood created a superstar, and pain was the price you paid."

Ron smiled as he recognized the voice. He sat outside the door and listened to her sing, absorbing the moment. Hermione's voice seemed to run through his veins and spark something inside of him. He didn't understand why he felt this way about someone he had just met( sort of), but there was no denying the feelings he had when he was with her or thinking about her.

He snapped back to reality when he heard the water shut off and the singing stop. He debated whether or not to surprise her, but at the last minute decided to go down to the kitchen instead.

Hermione, now fully dressed, walked down the stairs with a book in her hand, and headed into the kitchen. To her delight, it was empty. She walked to the back door and opened it, smelling the fresh air. A small peaceful sigh escaped between her lips as she walked through the yard to a nearby tree.

She sat down and crossed her legs, opening her book to the marked page. She read a view pages before a sound startled her. She turned her head around just as something went flying past her.

The speed of the broom caused her hair to blow into her face, and she tried to brush the frizzy strands from her eyes.

"RONALD!" She screamed as the broom came zooming back towards her.

"Don't you dare come near me with that thing, or I'll hex you so fast you won't know what happened!" She warned.

Ron either didn't hear her remark or completely ignored it because within a few seconds he was flying right towards Hermione once again.

" RON! DONT!" She screamed as he grabbed for her hand and pulled her onto the broom.

Ron threw back his head and laughed.

"Calm down Hermione, don't you trust me?" Ron teased.

Hermione felt her face flush, and she tightened her grip around Ron.

"Of course I trust you, it's your ideas I don't trust, along with heights," She stated defensively.

Ron rolled his eyes and flew through the yard. He felt content with the feeling of her rapped so closely to him, and he smiled to himself. My Hermione, he thought.

After awhile, Hermione wasn't sure how long for she had her eyes tightly closed, they landed on the ground. Hermione let out a huge sigh of relief and frantically jumped from the broom.

"Don't ever do that to me again Ronald Weasley!" She shook her finger at him as she tried to regain her balance.

"Seems to me that you rather enjoyed the flight," Ron shot back.

Hermione felt her temper rise, then suddenly drop. What was she getting so upset over? She couldn't deny that she had actually somewhat enjoyed being so close to Ron. Hermione shook her head and cleared her thoughts.

"Well, I guess I won't hex you this time, but do it again Ron and I'll be sure to," She teased as she took a step closer to him.

Ron rapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in.

"Lighten up," He whispered.

He tilted his head down and kissed her softly, and she returned the kiss happily.

Suddenly their kissing deepened. Hermione had her hands around his neck, stretching onto her tippytoes to reach his lips. Ron was holding her waist with one hand while gently rubbing her back with the other.

A memory of another girl came to Ron's mind and before he could stop the words from coming out, he whispered, "Lavender"

Hermione pulled back instantly. Sure she had heard wrong.

"W-what did you just call me?" Hermione asked.

Ron was horrified with waht he had just said, and unsure why he had even said it.

"I...I-er...I" He rambled.

"I'LL TELL YOU WHAT YOU SAID. HOW DARE YOU CALL ME LAVENDER! IS THAT WHOM YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU KISS ME?" Hermione screamed as she pointed her finger in his face.

Ron reached out to Hermione, not understanding what exactly was happening, but knew it wasn't good.

"Get your bloody hands off me!"

Hermione started to storm away, feeling her body shake with anger. How dare he confuse me with her? She angrily thought as she made her way towards the house.

Ron, who was paralysed for a moment in shock, now found his feet and chased after Hermione. He grabbed her arm and spun her around.

"I...no..I-er, no-I mean I don't know who-"

"Stuplify," Hermione pointed her wand at the boy. He fell to the ground as Hermione walked through the kitchen door, slamming it shut as hard as she could.

The whole house woke from the sound of the door slamming shut.

Harry and Ginny were the first ones down the stairs, and were stunned by what they saw. Hermione was sitting at the table, angry tears falling from her eyes. Her face was red with anger, and her wand lay on the table next to her.

"Godric, what happened Hermione?" They asked in unison.

Hermione glared at them through her tears and threw her hands up in the air in exacerbation.

"He called ME...Lavender," She said the name as if it were poisonous.

Harry and Ginny quickly glanced at each other and then back at the angry bushy haired girl.

"Oh Hermione, he was probably just confused-"

"He better be bloody freakin' confused. I won't think twice about hexing him again once he walks through this door," Hermione stated harshly.

Both Harry and Ginny were taken back by the words she said, and Ginny's eyes grew with horror once the words fully sunk in.

"You hexed my brother?" She asked in a voice barley above a whisper.

"Merlin Hermione, you can't just go around-"

"Oh yes I bloody well can. If you two are so worried about him, I expect you'll find him lying in the grass outside," Hermione shot back.

Harry eyed his friend and let out a huge sigh. Without changing his gaze at Hermione, he told Ginny to go out and check on her brother.

It took a moment for Ginny to move, but within a second she was out the door rushing to her brother.

"Listen Harry, I-"

"No Hermione you listen," Harry started as he took a seat across from Hermione. "You knew this was going to be hard. You knew there were going to be times when you would get so furious with him, but you signed up for this. No one is forcing you to stay here, and if you act like this again, people will be forcing you to leave. His memory is messed up 'Mione. What did you expect? That he would assume you were his first and only girlfriend? Lavender meant a lot to him at the time. You shouldn't be mad that he remembered his first kiss. That's ridiculously," He lectured.

Hermione felt ashamed, and felt tears of sorrow replace the angry ones.

"Oh Harry, I don't know what to do. I just thought-I honestly thought he was coming back to us," She covered her face with her hands to hide the sobs.

Harry reached out and patted his best friend's arm.

"He is coming back to us. That's why this incident happened. And just between you and me, if it were Ginny that had called me Dean, I would have considered hexing her myself."

Hermione laughed and swiped away the tears on her cheeks. Both heads turned as the door opened and Ginny, along with a very confused looking Ron, entered.

"Is there anything you want to say Hermione?" Ginny raised her eyebrows suspiciously when she asked.

Hermione swallowed and nodded.

"I'm sorry Ronald," Hermione sobbed as she stood from her seat and walked over to him.

"Bloody women. Freaking mad I'll tell you. One minute they love you, the next minute they're trying to kill you," Ron mumbled.

The spell that hit Ron wasn't from Hermione this time, but Ginny.

Hermione starred at her in awe, surprised by what had just happened.

"I think he deserved that one. Not all women are crazy. Harry, take care of this will you? I need to go get cleaned up," Ginny stated calmly as she let her stunned brother fall to the floor.

To wheelchairby284: I've requested 10 different betas, and haven't heard back from any, that's why I put on my first chapter that I was looking for a beta. so if you have any in mind, it would really help me out. You can PM me about that. Also, I know that Fred and George aren't the comforting type, I even wrote that Fred felt uncomfortable comforting Hermione, but he did it because he felt that she was a sister to him. And personally I liked Percy speaking out; by speaking out, he was following the rules. Mrs. Weasley was being overprotective, which is what she wasn't suppose to be doing. But thanks for the critism, I appreciate it.

I want to make a shout out to the ones who have supported this story since the first post :) I love you for it!