Hey everyone! Here's the newest chapter of Obliviate, this chapter from Ron's POV. I hope you like it! And a shoutout to my reviewers: RHrAddict, Angie, rhmac12, JustSuperMione, and LuckyGirl24! :)

Disclaimer: Not Jo because I am a student suffering from too much schoolwork! :P

"Another round of Ogden's Best Firewhiskey, and keep 'em coming…" Ron knew his voice was slurred, and out of the corner of his blurred vision, he could see Harry staring him down, sober, and with a look of apparent worry on his face. The look of concern made Ron angry. What right did Harry have to judge? He had no bloody idea what any of this was like.

"Oy, you!" he yelled at Harry. The unblinking green eyes looked back at him. Apparently his attempt at anger had not impressed Harry very much. "Stop bloody looking at me like that! Oh, and you-another round, please." Ron looked imploringly at the waitress passing by him. The woman looked at him concerndly. "Are you sure that's safe, sir?"

Ron turned on her "What does it matter to you? Isn't it good to have patronage? Especially in this place…a run-down shack if I ever saw one…"

The woman looked outraged. Harry gave her a pleading look. "I'm sorry. He's just had a very, very bad day. One more round? Oh, and put that on the tab for Harry Potter. Thank you."

The waitress's eyes widened. "Oh, most certainly Mr. Potter. I'll get that right away." The woman dashed off to the bar, and Harry gave a sigh. He hated using his celebrity status to get things, but Ron was more important than any of his misgivings regarding fame. Still, that didn't mean he wasn't going to warn him to stop.

"Oy! Mate…I think you've had enough. For the next decade, perhaps." Harry knew that Ron didn't handle drinking very well in the terms of hangovers. It was in his friend's best interest for him to stop. Plus, Harry had to talk to Ron.

"Ron…don't you think that maybe we should…y'know, talk about this?" Harry was a bit thick with feelings and the like, but he knew it was important to talk about everything that had happened during the day.

"No Harry, I don't." His voice was full of biting sarcasm. "'The Boy Who Lived' somehow thinks that just because he defeated You-Know-Who he knows every bloody thing in the world. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT, HARRY? YOU DON'T! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S IT'S LIKE. NO IDEA AT ALL!"

Harry crossed his arms and gave Ron a cold look. "Really, Ron? Y'know, you're not the only one who's upset over this. You may have lost a girlfriend, but I lost one of the closest things I've ever had to a sister. To a family. So, you ignorant prat, you're not the only bloody one dealing with emotions. I know you've got it the worst, but you're not the only one. Definetly not."

Ron instantly deflated from the towering, imposing form that he had risen to until a small, dejected shell. For a second, he just sat there, blank. Then the tears came running, burning more than the FIrewhiskey down his throat, and in a space of seconds, he became a mess. "I ju-just can't belive it Harry…she doesn't remember me…or you…or any of us…at all."

Just in the ways boys can do, Harry, who had just had a huge row with Ron, now gave his friend a sympathetic look. "I know, mate. It's rough. But it'll end up fine. It always does."

Ron gave Harry a wild look. "But that's the problem, isn't it? All the knowledge, all the brains have always come from her. I mean, without her were just two dim-witted gits. I mean, I don't know if we'd even have passed our first year without her! And now…now she's gone…" A look of panic enveloped Ron's features.

Harry gave a short laugh. "Yeah, that might be true. We're not exactly the sharpest tools in the shed. But sometimes that doesn't matter. We all love Hermione, and care about her. You more than any of us. If there's a way on earth, we'll find it. I promise."

Ron looked at Harry. "I know I'll look for it till I lay in my grave. I'm completely sure of that. But the question is….will she still love me by the time we find it? I mean, it took seven bloody years to even kiss! And the time leading up to it wasn't really peachy, was it?"

Harry gave a laugh. "Sometimes I wished I could just lock you two up in a broomstick closet and just let you sort it out. But I knew you needed time to work it out. And you most certainly did. But if there were ever two people that could fall in love all over again, I'd most certainly say it was you two."

"Really?" Ron asked, his voice hushed.

Harry nodded and gave Ron a smile. "most definetly. Now, come let's get you home. After all, you've got to make a good impression tomorrow."

Ron looked puzzled. "On who?"

"Why Hermione, of course! And we know how picky that woman is…"