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A/N: Alrighty, I've pretty much blanked out on my "Potter Experiment," but I'm not abandoning it because, who knows? I might have sudden inspiration later on down the road. This will hopefully be a short one…let's see!

Harry groaned as he opened his eyes. What the hell?

The raven-haired boy looked around and took in his surroundings. Orange paint screamed at his throbbing head.

I'm at the Burrow? In Ron's room? Why? The last thing Harry remembered was being pissed in Hogsmeade about a week after the last battle with Voldemort. What time is it?

Hearing a rustling at the door, then a knock, Harry scratchily called out, "Come in." Molly Weasley poked her head through the door and smiled slightly.

"Look who decided to join the world of the living." The matriarch of the Weasley clan allowed her body to follow her head and entered the room. "We've all been worried about you, especially those two outside." Nodding her head towards the door, she walked to Harry's bedside. As she served him a bowl of stew and fresh bread, Molly kept talking about her morning. Finally, Harry stopped her.

"How long have I been out of it?"

Molly furrowed her brow. "Well, Ron and Neville brought you in about three yesterday morning. Figured you had finally drunk your limit and needed to sleep it off. However, when you didn't wake yesterday, I called in Madam Pomphrey, who examined you and claimed your core was weakened by the battle and you had finally collapsed. She gave you a few potions and said you'd be up by today, and she was right." Molly smiled again as she handed the boy his glasses. "How do you feel?"

Harry thought about it. "Actually, not too bad. I'm a bit tired, but not extremely so." Catching a whiff of the stew in front of him, he laughed, hearing his stomach growl. "I'm honestly starving though."

Molly finished setting his tray up, then she left with the promise to tell his friends he was ok.

Just as he was finishing the last of his meal, he heard footsteps on the stairs outside his, or rather, Ron's, room.

"Harry!" A vision of brown hair ran in and stopped just short of jumping on him. Thank God Hermione had the foresight to think before she jumped.

However, Ron lacked such common sense at times and threw all six feet of himself onto the bed. Harry grimaced as he heard Mrs. Weasley's bowl hit the floor and crash. Ron turned as red as his hair.

"Oops."

"RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY! WAS THAT MY GOOD BOWL I HEARD BREAK?"

"Shit," Ron muttered, and he took out his wand and waved it, quickly pulling the pieces together just as his mother flew in the door. He smiled at her, handing her the bowl. "All fixed, Mum."

Molly Weasley just shook her head and took the bowl from her son, and she reached over and cleaned the rest of the mess quickly. "Now, no more horseplay. Let Harry rest up. Hermione, you can stay; Ron, come help me."

Ron followed his mother out, murmuring something about the justice of a so-called hero still having to listen to his mum. Hermione sat on the bed, laughing.

"He'll never change, will he, Harry?"

Harry shook his head. "You wouldn't have him any other way, would you?" The bespectacled hero looked closely at his best friend.

Hermione looked thoughtfully at Harry. "No more than you would."

"Oh, I think you care a bit more than I do."

The brown-haired girl looked confused. "What do you mean, Harry?"

Harry's brain threw out warning signals, which he wisely heeded. "During the last battle…I just assumed you and Ron…"

Hermione looked at Harry strangely. "Are you truly feeling okay, Harry? There has never been anything between me and Ronald. I think he had a crush on me fourth year, maybe I returned the sentiment a while, but he backed off peacefully sixth year when we got together. Said he didn't want to intrude." Hermione ran a hand over Harry's forehead, feeling for fever. "Maybe we came in too soon."

Harry shook his head. "Wait…WE'RE together?"

His best friend…ah….girlfriend looked a bit hurt. "Why is that so hard to believe, Harry? What do YOU remember?"

"Well…I remember you and Ron flirting and all during fifth and sixth year, you being extremely hurt when he began dating Lavender, us going on the horcrux hunt seventh year, and then you two kissing in the middle of the battle. I was with Ginny sixth year, but I broke up with her to go with you guys."

Hermione looked confused. "You and Ginny? The same Ginny who died second year from Tom Riddle's diary?"

Harry jumped up. "DIED? I saved her life in the Chamber of Secrets that year! Stopped Riddle from coming back that way."

"Harry, that's HOW Riddle came back. He was more powerful than ever. Thankfully, Neville finished him off after we destroyed his horcruxes…"

"Neville? God, Hermione. I need a full history lesson from the last seven years, I guess. I don't remember any of this the way you describe."

Harry barely glimpsed a tear in Hermione's eye. "So, you don't remember ANYTHING? Not even us."

He shook his head, but grabbed Hermione's hand. "Hermione, I don't remember us like that." At her deep intake of breath, he squeezed it. "However, I couldn't be more happy. I fell for you during the hunt, but I didn't say anything because of you and Ron. I had resigned myself to a bachelor's life, living my years out alone." Hermione's smile came back full-force, and Harry smiled. "You've been there for me, apparently in both of our last few years, and I know if anyone can, you can figure out what's wrong with me."

Hermione nodded. "Harry, I remember our first date, even though we didn't know that's what it was. Ron was with Lavender, and we were left to go to Hogsmeade together. You thought I was upset, so you took me to the bookstore, we got some candy, and then we walked to the Shrieking Shack. We sat outside in the cool and talked for hours, finally hurrying back when darkness fell. Just outside the gate, you stopped me and told me you had had a wonderful time with me and that you were glad Ron had bailed on us. You began stammering, then you hurriedly kissed me on the cheek and led me to our rooms."

Harry leaned back on the bed, keeping Hermione's hand in his. "Hermione, I wish I could remember that. Maybe with your help, we can figure this out. Too bad Dumbledore isn't here…"

Hermione scowled. "That old coot? He can stay in Azkaban for all I care."

"Azka—you know, never mind. I just need to hear all of this at once. Think the rest of the family can help?"

Hermione nodded. "They wouldn't have it any other way."