The Potter Problem (Drarry)

Chapter 12

Harry woke from his sleep to a pounding on his and Draco's door. He heard Draco let out a groan, and reached over to his bedside table, fumbling around for his glasses. Finally putting them on, he looked up to the clock on the wall. 2:47 A.M. Harry groaned, grumbling under his breath as he walked to the portrait and swung it open. He saw his best friends fiery hair and looked out at Ron, who was standing distraught next to Hermione. He took one look at them, before moving aside and ushering them into the room. He helped Hermione drag a blubbering Ron over to sit on the couch.

"Harry?" Draco called grogilly from the double bed, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before noticing the pair sitting on the couch. Hermione raised an eyebrow at Harry, but said nothing.

"Harry, we aren't allowed to have guests!" He said indignantly, getting up from the bed to join the trio. Harry just rolled his eyes, focusing his attention on the distraught ginger.

After they got themselves situated, Harry turned to Hermione for answers.

"Hermione, what in the bloody hell is going on?" He asked, and Ron sobbed harder. Harry's eyes widened, turning to Draco who mirrored his confusion. He turned back to Hermione, begging her to explain why Ron was crying on his couch in the middle of the night.

"Well, you see.." She started, drawing a ragged breath. Tears grew in her eyes, but she continued anyway. "Ginny's been obliviated." Harry's jaw dropped, staring at his sobbing best friend. He drew ragged breaths as he cried, shoulders shaking as he burried his face in his hands. Draco shakily sat down next to Harry. A tear rolled down Hermione's cheek. "Flitick found her wandering around the library. She had no idea who he was or where she was."

"She doesn't remember me!" Ron yelled, speaking for the first time before sobbing into Hermione's pajama shirt. She rubbed his back, trying to calm him down.

"It's okay, it will all be okay." She repeated into his ear until his sobs finally subsided. He sat there sniffling, staring at nothing. His eyes were red and puffy, and he had tear stains on his cheeks. Harry felt horrid for his best friend. He didn't know what to do, for once.

"Do you have any idea who could have done it?" he asked. Ron slowly turned to him, seeming to stare right through him.

"It was you." He whispered, eyes widening and nostrils flaring. He clenched his fists, glaring.

"What, Ron, I never-"

"Not you, Harry." Ron spit, standing up. "Of course it was you, you have always hated my family. This was payback for me beating you up!" Harry stood confused, before turning to Draco, who stood frozen in fear at the wrath of the ginger.

"Harry, I didn't." Draco started, hoping his boyfriend would believe him. "Ron, we may have had our differences, but I neve-"

"He couldn't have done it. Ginny was fine at dinner, and Draco has been with me since then." Harry inturrupted, hoping to calm his raging best friend. "It wasn't him."

"Why are you so qauick to defend him? He has done nothing but torture us since first year!" Ron sputtered. Just because you have been forced to.. live......together." Ron trailed off as he finally took in his surroundings. His eyes widened at the sight of the single bed. "Are you two fucking sleeping together?" He spit, disgust in his words.

"Don't be rediculous Ron. We charmed the room to have the most space possible, so when we get out of bed, it forms the two beds into one to save space." Draco lied smoothly, despite being the one Ron was extremely mad at.

"I guess that makes sense..." Ron said, fooled, but Draco didn't miss the look Hermione gave him. She didn't believe him, and he knew they were going to have to have a talk later. Harry looked between the three, unsure what to do.

"I'm sorry I accused you, Draco. I know you didn't do this to Ginny." He said, looking at the ground. "And I know you aren't a poof." Harry grimaced, and Hermione smacked Ron on the arm. "Sorry, mate." He said, before giving a small smile. "Could you imagine it? Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince, gay?" He let out a small laugh, but then remembered why he was there and his smile dropped.

"I need to go see Ginny. Would you come, Harry?" He asked, recieving a sharp elbow from Hermione. Grimacing, he asked, "Draco, would you like to come as well?" Draco politely declined, saying that this was between them. He gave his condolences as the trio left, walking to their bed, he sank down, wondering who could havepossibly done that to Ginny. Sure, he had thought of cursing her before, but he would never take someone's memories. That was just cruel. He lay there in bed, staring at the celieng. He hoped the could fix it soon.

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The golden trio walked into the infirmary, stepping quietly as Ron lead the way. They made their way over to a drawn curtain. Ron took a deep breath, before pulling the curtain aside. Ginny sat there in the bed, looking at everything as if it was new. A tear slipped down Ron's cheek, and Hermione tenderly wiped it away. Ginny looked over at them, blank eyes staring at them. Harry stepped closer, followed by Ron and Hermione. Ginny took her time looking at each of them in turn, studying their features, no sign of recognition in her eyes, only blank confusion. She stared at Ron, looking at his red hair, and then back down at her own, as if appraising the colors, trying to see if they matched. Still, no sign of knowing them showed in her eyes. Ron let out a shaky sob, making her jump slightly, yet she still regarded him with large unknowing eyes.

Finally, she opened her mouth, and spoke in a croaky voice.

"Who are you?"