Wow, I haven't updated any of my chapter stories in a while now. I've just been writing oneshots, but I'm home sick right now, so I guess I have the time to update. Read, review, and enjoy.

Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. She was blushing furiously, after having been greeted from her house, and several people from a few other houses, with a raucous round of applause.

"Do you know who did it?" Dean Thomas was asking her.

Hermione shook her head. "No, I'm afraid I can't remember. It's like, every time I try to think of what happened in the bathroom, my head is clouded by some impenetrable fog." She leaned in closer, and lowered to voice to something just barely above a whisper. "I think someone's tampered with my head." She said.

"What?" Ron shouted.

Ginny hit him. "Quiet your voice, Ronald. If we don't know who did this to her, then we don't know who could be listening to this right now."

Ron looked around the Great Hall. "I'd bet you it's Malfoy." He whispered to Hermione.

She rolled her eyes, and sighed with exasperation. "Ronald, how many times do I have to tell you? Just because Malfoy doesn't like us, and is in Slytherin doesn't mean it was him that attacked me."

"But Ron's still got a point, you know." Harry told her. "It very well could be him. He hates muggle borns, Hermione."

"But even still - " She started before Harry cut her off.

"But even still, the fact remains that until we learn how to take away that fog of yours, we won't be able to say who it really was. We can have theories, but theories aren't helping you get your memories back."

The bell rang to signal the end of breakfast, and the trio stood, making their way to double potions.

Ron huffed. "This is going to be a long day." He said. Harry and Hermione nodded, before pushing their way into the classroom.

This is short. Very, very, VERY short. But I'm in the process of writing up chapter five right now! ^.^ Reviews, please? Love, Asia.