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Omniscient PoV

It started out like any normal day at Hogwarts. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all ate breakfast together, then Ron said something surprising.

"I want to show you something." he whispered to Hermione, so Harry couldn't hear.

"Alright, where is it?" she asked, also whispering.

"In my room. C'mon." he said, leading the way.

Ron walked into the room first, and Hermione followed. She closed the door behind her.

"So what'd you want-?" she said, turning to face him.

She was cut off by his lips meeting hers. She was paralyzed with shock, not knowing what to do. He pulled away and opened his eyes to look at her. Her expression was blank, and Ron got upset.

"You don't feel the same way." he said, walking towards his bed.

"Ron, wait." she said, grabbing his hand gently.

He turned his head sadly to look at her.

"I do feel the same way." she said, blushing.

"You do?"

"Yeah."

He smiled, pulling her to his chest. They looked at each other for a moment, then Ron leaned in again. Hermione was ready this time.

The door opened, but they didn't notice. Draco walked in, holding a red rose in his hand. When he saw Ron and Hermione, his face went red with anger.

"Get off her." he growled quietly.

When they didn't break apart, he quickly walked up to Ron and punched him as hard as he could. Ron accidentally let go of Hermione, and she fell backwards. Her head hit the nightstand, then Ron caught her before she hit the ground.

"Malfoy!" Ron yelled.

Ron was now carrying Hermione in his arms. She had fallen unconscious after hitting the nightstand. Malfoy just glared at him. Ron rolled his eyes and walked out of the room, making his way to the hospital wing.

When he got there, he set Hermione down on a cot and looked around for Madame Pomfrey. She walked in a few moments later and examined Hermione.

"She has a concussion." Madame Pomfrey said, pulling a potion out of her cabinet.

"Will she be okay?" Ron asked worriedly.

"She'll be fine once I fix the crack in her skull."

Ron looked even more concerned.

"It's a really tiny fracture. Nothing to worry about." she assured him, then left the room, leaving them alone.

Ron brushed some loose hair off of Hermione's face. Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed up at Ron.

"Hermione, are you all right?" he asked.

She stared at him blankly, staying silent.

"Are you okay?" he asked again.

"I'm fine." she said.

"Good." Ron breathed, relieved.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Who are you?"

Ron froze.

'Did I hear her correctly?'

"Excuse me?" he asked, confused.

"Who are you?"

Ron sat there for a moment, staring at her.

"You-you really don't know who I am?"

"No, sorry."

Ron's heart sank. It felt like a huge weight had been stowed upon him. Harry walked in, and Ron looked at him seriously.

"We have a huge problem."