Hermione walked through the door of the former Order of the Phoenix HQ, parcels falling out of her arms as she turned to close the heavy wooden door. She swore softly under her breath and left them on the floor while she hung her coat on one of the hooks in the hall way. She inhaled a deep breath and could detect the slight whiff of something cooking in the oven. As she exhaled a smile crossed her face and looked at the trio's months of hard work.
The months following the battle she, Ron and Harry had spent a long time doing the very mundane in clearing the house up. It had taken them two weeks to get any single room beyond habitable. After that room Hermione had insisted they focus on the hallway, arguing that having a bright atmosphere when they first walk through the door would make the whole thing more pleasant. Ron had tried to argue the point, but as usual had lost.
At the thought of Ron she frowned and picked the parcels up, moving them towards the kitchen. The two had had a fight before she left, something about…she shook her head as she couldn't even remember. As she swung the door open she saw Harry there with Mrs Weasley and Ginny. Mrs Weasley was attempting to teach Harry how to cook chicken, and judging by the perplexed look on his face he wasn't following very well.
"Hermione my dear!" said Mrs Weasley, a smile beaming across her face, which fell when she saw how loaded Hermione was. Her glance then fell to the surfaces and table, which were all covered in cooking equipment.
"Ah no worries, I'll just put them in the living room" Hermione walked back out. She should have remembered that tonight there was a good number coming round for dinner. It was not and uncommon occurrence now, indeed the house had been renamed `Hogwarts Hovel.' The three had adopted an 'open door' policy, with any who helped in the battle welcome.
The three of them had moved in soon after the clear up of Hogwarts, and once a couple of rooms were serviceable Neville, Seamus and Dean had been regular visitors. Lavender and Pavati were also no strangers.
What was strange however was the visits of Draco Malfoy, he had started coming round when they were still clearing the place up. It seemed that saving his life had had the same effect on him as it had had on Hermione all those years ago. He was willing to help, even when they gave him the worst jobs. He had simply rolled up his sleeves and got stuck in.
As Hermione walked down the hall a clatter caught her attention. She turned and dropped her parcels. Stood there was Ron, pale as a ghost, his front stained with blood.
"Herm, I'm sorry" he said before falling to his knees.
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