This love is only a memory

In his memory, the 15-year-old Hermione was smiling, a little nervous, and the 14-year-old stared blankly at the suddenly beautiful Hermione in front of him. For the first time in his life, he felt that Krum was so obtrusive.

However, at the age of 14, he chose to cut off that trembling heartstring in the dead of night, for the sake of 14-year-old Ron and 15-year-old Hermione.

"She's not my girlfriend, never was."

The moonlight outside the window is like fog.

Hermione had already fallen asleep after a day of memory therapy, but Harry was still immersed in memories.

Krum.

15-year-old Hermione.

And 14-year-old himself.

"H-M-En talks about you a lot."

But so what, after all, the 14-year-old him has always paid the most attention to the 14-year-old Ron, not the 15-year-old Hermione.

Perhaps, at that time, doomed to lose.

Harry stroked his cheek lightly, and to this day, he still often recalls that kiss—it was the first time Hermione kissed him.

Memory therapy continues.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but Harry always felt that Hermione's eyes looking at him were getting more and more gloomy, full of some kind of information he couldn't understand.

He wanted to ask, but he was afraid that it would affect Hermione's memory recovery, so he hesitated for a week, curiosity finally overwhelmed caution——

"you……"

Before the question could be uttered, Hermione had already seized the initiative, as before: "Why does everyone think I have that kind of relationship with you?"

Hermione, it was still Hermione.

Harry felt himself choking, choking on his own spit.

He coughed loudly.

But Hermione was unmoved and still looked at him steadfastly.

Harry felt guilty when she saw her, and silently lowered his head, secretly complaining why he chose such a memory for himself——

15-year-old him, 16-year-old Qiu Zhang and the golden little angel.

Madame Puddife's Tea House.

It wasn't supposed to be in memory therapy, but he made a mistake and got distracted while retrieving the memory, and of course it wasn't all his fault, Harry couldn't help thinking that if Hermione hadn't happened to be in his When retrieving the memory, I accidentally brushed my lips against his ear...

It was obviously a mistake made by two people, why did he have to bear it alone?

"Why does everyone think I have that kind of relationship with you?"

How would he know?For Merlin, answering questions had never been his forte.

Harry's mind flashed the positive image of Hermione raising her hand to speak. Hermione has always liked to answer questions, if she hadn't lost her memory...

He forgot again.

Hermione was still Hermione after all.

After Harry hesitated and hesitated to utter a word, Hermione gave him a sideways look with disdain: "I see, you must have done something or said something that made others misunderstand!"

"I……"

"It must be so." Hermione said without giving Harry a chance to defend himself.

Harry watched depressedly as Hermione smiled triumphantly, showing two small white front teeth, obviously very satisfied with his answer.

For the next few days, Hermione's cheerful laughter and Harry's endless gloom filled the ward.

"You've entered puberty!"

The main therapist said so very gratified.

"Adolescence?" Harry asked in bewilderment, depressed.

The main therapist smiled more and more relieved: "Yes! I have entered puberty, which means that the treatment has worked."

Harry couldn't help but still felt uneasy, and he confirmed again: "Is it really sure that she has entered puberty? I don't believe it...I mean...she has a lot of questions these two days...like...like child……"

"It's different." The main therapist's gratified smile was tinged with joy: "Children's problems will not make people feel depressed, only adolescent boys and girls will be like this, I can tell by your face. It must be true, it can piss off adults' puberty..."

grown ups?

puberty?

An extremely harmonious image suddenly popped up in Harry's mind - the adult Hermione helped him walk on the boulevard, the setting sun dyed his gray hair red...

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