"Apolline?" Hermione looked over at the older woman.

"'ow are you feeling, 'ermione?" she walked closer to the bed.

"Confused. Do you know where Fleur is? I really need to speak with her."

"I last zaw 'er outside, but zat was quite a while ago."

"Oh, alright. It's really great seeing you again, Apolline. Do you have any idea when I'll be getting out of here? These random fainting episodes are ridiculous, but at least I was on something soft."

She took a glance at Hermione's chart and scrunched up her face, "I am zo zorry 'ermione, but I am 'orrible at reading charts. Maybe you should take a look at it."

"But the Medi-Wizard said it's against regulations for patients to look at their own chart."

"A peek won't 'urt. But, I must go now. Zorry I could not be 'ere long. I do 'ope you get better and find Fleur, I am sure she is looking for you too," she handed the chart to Hermione, kissed her on the cheek, then left.

"That was a little odd," she shook her head and looked at the papers. "What is she talking about? Out of all the things I've read, this might be the easiest t understand. Let's see...Release Date: Questionable. What? That doesn't make any sense." She turned to the next page. "Patient possesses severe brain damage. Main Cause: 'Obliviate' triggered an unidentifiable magic-related brain illness. Notes: Certain words may cause headaches, pain, or death. NO MENTION OF FLEUR DELACOUR. Memories involving Delacour were only removed. Monthly checkups are MANDATORY!" Her chart fell to the floor as she stood up and left her room.

"Please, Miss Granger! You need to go back to your room," guests in the lobby heard from behind the large doors.

"I need to speak to my family...NOW!" Hermione's voice rang through the hospital.

The Weasleys and Potters took one glance at each other before a fuming Hermione stormed in the lobby with two nurses in tow.

"Miss Granger! You must not be out of bed in your condition!" one of the nurses reprimanded.

She swiftly turned to face the two nurses, "Don't you 'Miss Granger' me! I just found shocking information that has been kept secret from me, so I am NOT in a good mood. So, unless you want me to direct all my anger out on you...I suggest you stop nagging me, turn around, and leave me to yell at my family!" When they froze, she smiled, "Thank you." She marched over to the large group of red-heads, two blondes, and a brunette. She crossed her arms over her chest, "Explain."

"Out of bed so soon, Hermione dear?" Molly offered up a smile.

"Two years...TWO YEARS! Must I say more?" she shook her head at the lot. "How could you? All of you! Ginny..."

The girl in question sunk into the closest seat.

"We did it to protect you!" Harry spoke out.

"You know me Harry, I would rather die than be kept in the dark."

"We're sorry," Ron frowned.

"I may be able to forgive you...if you tell me what happened."

"I don't know if we should..."

"There is no 'if,' there is a 'you will' and a 'right now.' What happened two years ago? What does Fleur have to do with anything?"

"Two years ago, she broke up with you," Luna confessed.

"What are you talking about? I just met her-"

"No, you met 'er at ze TriWizard Tournament. Zhe iz ze one zat introduced uz," Gabrielle explained.

"What? This can't be possible. I couldn't have Obliviated myself. I would never-"

"Not even to forget someone that you loved?" Harry whispered.

"Loved?" Loved? Hermione froze as memory after memory soared through her brain.

"'When Fleur first met you, zhe couldn't ztop talking about you...' 'Really?'"

"As long as we forever love each other..."

"Damn irresistible sexy French girlfriend who likes blue kitchens..."

"Oui, I love you..."

"I HATE YOU FLEUR DELACOUR!"

"Fleur?" she gasped before falling to the floor.

"Hermione!" the group was immediately at her side.

What is wrong with me? Why do I keep doing this to her? Fleur sighed and dropped her luggage before apparating.

"She's awake, but she's not looking very well. Normally, I wouldn't allow it, but she demands it. And she's pretty scary when she demands something. She would like to see Ron Weasley," the Medi-Wizard informed.

The red-head nodded and silently followed the doctor. He led Ron to Hermione's room, then disappeared as he entered. "Hermione?" he cautiously stepped closer to the hospital bed.

"Ron! Good, you're here," she sat up quickly, despite the massive pain in her head. "I need to borrow something of yours."

"What?"

"I need to borrow your Deluminator."

"What? Why?...Oh, no! You are not using my Deluminator to go to her! I won't let you!"

"Two years, Ron. You owe me this one thing, please."

"What about Ginny?"

"I just need to know why she left."

"I'll tell you why, it's because she's bloody mad!"

"Ron, if she came back, then there's more than likely a good reason as to why she left. I need to know that reason. Now please, hand me you Deluminator. I know you carry it with you everywhere," she held out her hand.

"Mione..."

"Ron..."

"She hurt you!"

"Ron!"

"Fine!" he reached into his pocket and took out the delicate device. "Here, just...I don't know...think about her? It should work. Are you sure you know what you're doing?" he handed her the object.

"No, but that's not going to stop me. Now, I need for you to keep your mouth shut and cover for me," she carefully moved from her bed.

"What?"

"Thanks Ron, you're the best."

"What?"

"I HATE YOU FLEUR DELACOUR!" I know, I hated myself then and I hate myself now, too. Fleur took in her surroundings. This is where it ended...not much has changed.

"Fleur?"

She turned around and froze at the sight of the beautiful brunette in a hospital gown with a peculiar silver object in her hand, "'ermione?"

I'm really sorry for not updating sooner. Please forgive me? :D Next chapter is gonna be really good...just saying. Thank you all my readers and reviewers, you make my day and you make me feel really guilty for not updating sooner. I'm trying, don't hurt me.

It's gonna be intense next chapter. Team Fleur or Team Ginny? I wanna hear your thoughts. :)