Chapter 4 - Knowing Me, Knowing You

A/N: Thank you to the people who reviewed last time, especially those who replied to my messages. I greatly appreciate it.

Two more days were spent by the Weasleys at St. Mungo's. All of them were alternating shifts so that those who needed to go to work can do so in the day and sleep and assist Ginny at the hospital at sundown while those who watched her in the day got to do errands and sleep at home at night. Mr. Weasley, Bill, Ron, Hermione fell into the first category while Mrs. Weasley, Fred and George filled the second one. It was even great of the twins to take two days off to help out even though they had their own shop to run, casually saying it was a perk they can afford.

Only Harry didn't fit into any of the shifts, preferring to stay with Ginny the whole time no matter how much Mrs. Weasley convinced him that the sleeping facilities at St. Mungo's were immensely old and uncomfortable.

Eventually, Ginny did ask again who Harry was and after patiently explaining her condition, they told her that Harry Potter was the Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world and her's, Ron's and Hermione's best friend. As expected, she was hard to convince she forgot an entire person, especially someone as important as a best friend. She did, however, feel a tinkling in her stomach whenever she looked at him which she did not tell anyone about and quickly chucked down to being lightheaded.

Surprisingly, she felt comfortable around him and not at all reserved and ill-at-ease like she usually was with strangers. She didn't even feel embarrassed vomiting in front of him after consuming a pint of Kirkus' Mint Moose Ice Cream Fred and George smuggled into her room when Harry and Mrs. Weasley went to the cafeteria for lunch. Not embarrassed at all, though shaking in fits of laughter when Harry threatened the twins with excruciating hexes if they did any such thing again ("And don't think I won't!") and a little defiant when he started in on her for disobeying healer's orders of no meat, no dairy diet for at least a week.

In her defense, she did say that "the jello I was getting for lunch tasted like plastic and didn't even reach the back of my throat! How am I supposed to get well if I'm always hungry?" coupled with a couple of swear words and a death glare. Harry went silent and then smiled.

"What are you smiling for?" Ginny demanded.

"Nothing. I just forgot you had an appetite like a hippogriff especially after joining the Harpies" he amusingly explained. "I'm so sorry. I should've realized sooner. Don't worry, I'll see what I can do" he said, leaning down to kiss her forehead the way he usually did when she was troubled with something or had a bad dream and just caught himself before betraying anything.

"Thank you," she replied. "So I guess we're really friends if you can threaten Fred and George like that for me," she said in an off-hand manner to Harry who had retreated to the seat near the window.

"Well, it does give you a rewarding feeling when you know not much can scare those two, except probably you mum," he quipped.

Ginny went silent and after a moment, spoke. "Harry, can I ask you something?"

"You already did but ask again anyway."

"Haha. Real funny. I'm serious."

"So am I."

"Okay, if we really are best friends, then you must know everything about me, right?"

"Gin, if this is some sort of trick, I'm not falling for it. You know what Healer Herb said about planting false memories."

"I know, I know. I'm not asking you about you. I'm asking you about me."

"Why? Did you forget something about yourself?" he worriedly asked.

"No! Will you let me finish?"she asked, pausing for effect. "It's just ... I want proof that you really are who they're saying you are. If you answer stuff correctly, then I'll be certain I really did know you." Garnering no reaction from Harry, she started to dismiss the suggestion. "Fine. You think it's a stupid idea. Let's not..."

"No, no. I think it's fair. Go on, ask me anything."

Thinking she should start with the basics, she asked simple questions first. "My favourite colour?"

"Red."

"My favourite number?"

"Eight."

"My favourite Bertie Bott's flavour?"

"Dark chocolate."

"You're good. Okay let's see," she said, thinking of a harder question. "Where was I born?"

"At home. You came out really fast and the healer wasn't able to transport you and your mum to St. Mungo's."

"That's right. My mum says that's one thing about me, I'm impatient," she added. "Okay, what did I want to be when I was young?" she asked, knowing she did not share this information with just anyone.

"A ghost!" Harry replied, laughing.

"Well, they could fly and pass through walls! It seemed cool!" she defended.

"If you say so."

"I was four!" She started laughing herself at the silly recollection. Finally, after they have both calmed down, she resumed her quiz. "Where did I meet you?"

"Ha! Trick question. Not answering that. Did you really think I would fall for that, Gin?" he said chuckling, proving himself right that Ginny would try to weasel information from him this way.

"You're sharp, Potter!"

Harry was taken aback at her response. It sounded just like the way they usually bantered.

"Well, I guess I really did know you. And since that's the case, I'm sorry I forgot you. I'm trying really hard, I promise," she sincerely told him.

"Shhh. It's not your fault. These things happen. I'm sure one of these days, it's all gonna come back to you and you'll laugh yourself silly about this," he reassured her.

"You were wrong about one thing, though," she said.

"What's that?"

"My favourite color. I do like red but I love green, too. Just the same exact shade of your eyes, actually."

A/N: Guys, tell me again how I did on this chapter. Thanks! mmoran