This is my first Fan Fiction so be nice please!
Disclaimer: I own nothing :(
As she walked through the Ministry she could feel their eyes on her face. There it was again, the staring. She was never sure if it was because she was a member of the Gold Trio or because of the scars that were marred across her face but she wished people were more polite. Walking faster than was really necessary, she realised she was unsure of where exactly she was going she headed towards the reception desk.
"Oh hello, I'm here to see Mr. Fitzgerald, is his office on the third floor?"
The receptionist turned around and gasped. She was used to her scars by now, having see them in the mirror daily and knew the reaction that was coming. However, it was the way this woman was looking at her, a mixture of pity and disgust. She knew she'd never be as beautiful as some woman, but the woman's wide eyes made her feel like she was something scary out of a children's book.
Today was the first day Hermione Granger ventured back into the Wizarding World after Harry defeated Voldermort. She'd made it, she'd made it through the final battle, not that anyone doubted she wouldn't. However the win didn't come without sacrifices Tonks and Remus were a prime example of that, she could see their faces every time she looked at little Teddy Lupin, too young to understand the tragedy.
She couldn't take it today, the staring, the reminder, sometimes it was just too much for her to handle. She often felt guilty about been so unnerved by something as stupid as her appearance but everywhere she went people would stare. They never knew what to say, only one person truly understood, Bill Weasley.
So that's where she headed, tears pouring down her face. They'd grown close over the past few months; he was someone she could relate to. When Fleur had decided his scars were too much and left him they became each others support system. It was nice, having someone who was going through the same thing as her, he knew exactly how she felt when people stared and when she wanted to be alone. He was everything his brother wasn't, Ron was lovely but it was soon clear to her that they weren't meant to be.
She apparated to The Burrow, Bill had moved back in shortly after the divorce no longer wanting to be at Shell Cottage with only his memories to keep him company. She rushed through the hallway in to the kitchen, she could just make him out through her blurry eyes. "Bill" she squeaked, her voice choked. He stood and pulled her on to his lap, she leaned in to his arms wanting to hide in them forever. It was amazing, how he could make anything better.
"You want to talk about it?" he asked.
She merely shook her head in response and snuggled further in to him. He didnt know how long they'd been sat together, but he woke to her wriggeling on his lap. He looked at her, so serene when she was sleeping, the worst scar went down the side of her face from her temple down under her blouse. She never spoke about her scars, but neither did he. They were personal, he just wished he could help her more.
Deciding she'd be more comfortable elsewhere, he lifted her in to his arms and carried her to his room. He carefully placed her on his bed and tucked her under, just as he turned to leave she reached out to him.
"Bill please, don't leave me."
What did you think guys? :) review please :D