I turn at Ron and Cho's startled faces, which mine probably mirrored.
"So, this guy," I pointed at Neville, "is the reason I can't remember you?"
"Yeah. I mean, I guess so." Said Ron, kicking Neville roughly.
Neville's eyes popped open, bulging. He struggled against the Full-Body Bind, and glared at me.
The pain that went through my head at that moment was excruciating. I crumpled to my knees, screaming. I glanced up, my eyes unseeing.
And then it was over. And I remembered.
"Hermione, are you alright?"
"Get away from me, Ronald! Don't touch me!" I screamed.
He looked a taken back, giving me satisfaction. "Oh no," he whispered. "You need to fight this."
"I don't want to fight anymore." I whispered.
"I didn't do it."
"Stop! Just please, stop! You did it, I know you did. Please. Get away from me before I kill you."
"I didn't kill Draco, nor Harry."
"Then your sister did. Same difference to me," I snapped.