Hermione walked slowly through the snow banked streets. She was exhausted, but her frustration pushed her feet to move quickly. This was the worst fight with Ron she had ever gotten herself into. How could anyone ever treat me like this? She thought to herself, propelling her anger further. I can't believe it. I can't believe him!

Tears began to form from the corners of her eyes, again, when she realized she had arrived to her destination. She knocked on the heavy doors loudly with frozen knuckles. The door opened moments later and Hermione couldn't help but laugh quietly at the black mop of hair that fumbled with his glasses who greeted her.

"'Mione?" He murmured.

"Miss me yet?" She smiled shyly. It had been an unfortunate seven months since she had seen Harry, and pretty much anyone other than Ron and most of the Weasleys. She had ached to see them all, but Ron had broken so much, and circumstances had kept her away. Harry stepped forward and quickly pulled his friend in for a warm and welcoming hug. She relaxed herself into his kind arms, finally letting tears fall. "More than anything." He mumbled into her unbrushed hair. He felt her shoulders rise and fall with each sob and practically carried her into the house, leading her to a comfy new couch in his newly refurbished living room.

Grimmauld Place looked better than it ever had. Harry had moved in immediately after the war with Ginny, Seamus, Luna, Dean, Neville, and a few others and made the Order's old headquarters into a dorm-like home for the friends to stay together after such a separating event. They had split the upstairs bedrooms into boys' and girls' rooms, by the request of Mrs. Weasley, though there were no strict rules to abide by. Anything that remained from the Blacks' residence were belongings of Sirius, by the request of Harry. Hermione and Ron had helped their friend's move in, and from her spot on the couch, she could see the spot on the wall she had covered when Ron had used the wrong color of paint.

Harry sat beside her and adjusted his glasses. "So," He faced his friend with a calm front. "What happened?"

"I can't be treated like I'm below him anymore Harry. I'm done. I called off everything and I was gone." Hermione sighed, shaking her head. "I just don't get it! He treated me so kindly immediately after the war, yet a month later was bossing and commanding me like I'm supposed to take care of him while he does nothing! I'm not his mother! I-"

"Hermione?" Hermione cursed the volume of her anger filled rant as Ginny tip-toed sleepily into the room, her red hair standing, un-Ginny-like, on end. "Hermione is that you?" Their eyes met and the girls ran into each other in an enthusiastic embrace. "It is you! Are you okay? Did Ron hurt you?"

"No, no, no. No physical pain." Hermione laughed sadly. "Just a broken relationship."

"Did you…?"

"Yup." Hermione held up her bare left had. "Threw the ring at him before I left."

Ginny's face fell. "Damn. I was looking forward to a wedding."

"You were just looking forward to dressing up again," Harry yawned from his seat. Ginny rolled her eyes but went over and kissed his forehead quickly before settling herself between the two.

"So no wedding," Ginny sighed. "What happened?"

Hermione shrugged. "You know how we've always fought. We're both so stubborn, your brother especially. And sometimes he just was too lazy, too dependent on me to get most everything done for him, you know?"

"Yeah," the two said quietly, staring at the floor. They sat in silence, staring at anything but each other. Hermione knew the only reason this felt awkward was the extreme distance the couples had for so long, but her soul felt lighter just to sit so close to them.

Ginny stood. "C'mon," she said lightly, pulling Hermione to her feet. "I'll show you the girls' room. It's almost three in the morning and we should probably sleep anyways." The two giggled and looked at Harry, who could barely stay awake where he sat.

"Shut up." He mumbled, but smiled as he rose slowly. He kissed them both on the top of the head, pausing to look Hermione straight on. "It really is wonderful to see you, 'Mione. Stay as long as you want."

"Forever, if you'd like." Ginny added happily.

Hermione grinned, but inside her heart remained broken. It felt so good to be loved and wanted, but something was still missing. Something that she had yet to ever find.

"Draco?"

"Mother."

We stared at each other for a moment, the slight smile in her eyes warming the dank and cold dungeon I'd been stuck in since the war. It was absolute hell being the son of such an arse.

"I've talked to Andromeda. She's said that we may be able to emerge from this terrible place soon."

"How soon?" I couldn't help the bite in my tone, but I did regret it. My mother was all I had left, all I had to care about since my pride was so obviously gone.

She looked down at her finely clasped hands. "Soon enough. Maybe a month or so."

I nodded, stood up and began my daily ritual of pacing the room. Since we were stuck in the disgustingness that was my Aunt's basement, we didn't have much to occupy our minds than books, music and chess.

My Aunt and Uncle visited often with food and little Teddy in tow. I wasn't much of kids person, especially before the war, but I'd developed a special bond with the little guy. As soon as he'd see me, he would mimic his hair to look like mine, giggle and run into my arms. It was strange to feel so fond of something that was so… good, compared to the evil I had grown to represent and cherish.

"Dakie!" Teddy yelled as he ran down the basement stairs. I paused my pacing to lift the kid up, tossing him into the air. He laughed loudly and Mother even hummed a small chuckle. Teddy always made the days easier.

"How we doing down here?" I turned to see my Aunt and Uncle come barreling down the stairs. Mother and Aunt Andromeda had become close after the war and the Tonks' had invited us to hide out at their place while the last of the Death Eaters were taken out. We were just waiting to be forgotten.

"We're well enough," Mother said, standing to place a kiss on each of their cheeks.

"I would love some sunlight and fresh air." I snapped.

Teddy laughed again. "Sun lye un fesh arr!" I couldn' t help but smile down at him and stifled a laugh myself.

My Uncle guffawed, walked over and took Teddy from me. "We know, Kid." He patted my shoulder. I'd grown to hid the wince, as he did so every day. "The time's a-comin'. You'll smell the daisies soon enough. Don't you worry." He smiled and I couldn't help but return a harsher smirk. I admired Ted, especially for letting us stay. He had saved us from being thrown into Askaban and I would be forever grateful for him. Unfortunately.

"It's sooner than you think," Andromeda came over and placed a kiss on my left cheek, the way she always did when she left. "Just sit tight. Enjoy your dinner!"
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A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for reading the first chapter! Please R&R and lemme know where you think this should go, or just what your opinion is so far! I love feedback!

Oh, and I guess I should probably mention that I obviously do not own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does, and if you didn't know that... well... educate yourself.