Before I introduce myself, I'd like to say that over the months some of the girls' hair colours have changed, Hermione's is turning into a dirty blonde, Ginny's is turning to a bright auburn and Luna's hair is turning brown, leaving the bottom a very rich blonde, (also known as ombre hair) If you do not like Dramione and you are reading this, it isn't my fault you came over this page.

Oh, hello there. This is my first piece of fanfiction and I'd really like for you to tell me how I could improve my writing. Also, some people who died in Deathly Hallows are going to alive because this fanfiction could really use. I'm going to stop babbling now, so I can get to the story. This is set eleven months after the war, (so April) now I'll shut up. :')

- Olivia

Hermione lay in her couch, slowly watching Ron pacing up and down, nonplussed. He just wouldn't tell her what was wrong, she had a right to know if Harry did - but what was so important to them that made them act so frantic?

"'Mione, listen. You wouldn't be able to cope when you hear this news.'' Ron glared slightly at her. Hermione gulped, she had known what Ron would do as they arrived to the flat, Hermione was so determined to find out what the boys were talking about that she had forgotten her and Ron's abusive, on and off relationship.

Hermione sucked in a breath of air and spoke. ''Ronald. I think I'm capable of hearing anything. After all, I deal with you stooping down with the brunette every other night in our bed. What was her name again? Oh right, it was Parkinson. You remember how she used to torment me right?'' She was proud for sticking up for herself but she knew there would be consequences later. Harry stopped pacing as he heard the name Parkinson and cringed.

''Ron. You shouldn't be treating Hermione like that. Especially since she loves you. Right, Mione?'' Harry turned to Hermione. Hermione sat up and looked Harry in the eye.

''Maybe not as much as before.'' She muttered. ''I'm going to Ginny and Luna's. Don't wait up.'' Hermione loitered over to Harry and wrapped her arms around him.

''For the record, I don't.'' She whispered in his ear. ''Accio suitcase.''

A ready made suitcase raced out from the upstairs bedroom and into Hermione's hand.

She stepped out of the house and apparate to a former red head and nargle worrying friend. A large wizarding estate, which Hermione assumed it was called Potsenhale Aventute.

''Alohomora,'' Hermione whispered as she opened the lock of the house and stepped in. ''Ginny? Luna?''

A familiar blonde; now turning a brunette colour, popped her head out of the door. ''Hermione! Come in before the Nargles get you!'' She grabbed Hermione's hand and they slithered into the living room. Ginny looked up at Hermione and gasped.

''Luna. The curtains! Close them, don't you remember what Harry told us?''

Hermione cocked her head. ''What did Harry tell you?''

''Nothing, nothing. Just something about Nargles and Didfly Difls.''

''Merlin, we should just start calling Harry, Luna.'' Hermione smiled.

Ginny shed some laugther at Hermione's comment as the brunette popped her head round with wide eyes.

''Did Ron do something? Again?'' Ginny asked Hermione as Luna sat across them, with one leg going over the other on the floor. Hermione looked at the floor glumly.

''He hit me last week. And a couple of hours ago.'' A blue mark stood out on Hermione's cheek that had a dab of brown over it. She showed them her arm, a searing pain blew through her whole arm, a red burn; that would most likely leave a scar; was drawn delicately on her arm. Ginny gasped and Luna stared angrily.

''Cupid will shoot him with a poisonous arrow.'' Luna cried as Ginny shook her head at Hermione's display of bruises.

''Why haven't you left him yet?'' Ginny asked.

''I honestly don't know.''

''Hermione, this is abuse. Your just lucky he hasn't used a love potion on you.''

Hermione yawned. ''I think I need some sleep. It's about time I've had a good one.'' Hermione walked into the room where the three girls usually slept when Hermione was over. She drifted to a deep sleep, but there was only one thing she could think of.

A certain blonde with stormy grey eyes.