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They appeared in an open field. Apparently, the house had not been built then. About sixty years ago. Hermione's head was spinning like a top. Neville's was no better. He got up first and helped Hermione up. They took a moment to steady themselves. Once they were sure they could walk straight, they went in search of the town they were just in.

After an hour, they finally stumbled into the city. More like town. It was very rustic. They were getting weird looks, and then they realized, they were really out of place. They were dirty and bloody. Their clothes were torn. They asked the nearest man if there was an inn.

"Oh, yes," He said in a jolly voice, "It's just down that street over there."

The couple tripped over to the rather large building. The sign read Joe's Inn and Tavern. Neville lead the way inside. It was empty. The man at the counter rushed over.

"Hello, hello. What could I do for you?"

"We need a room and some new clothes." Hermione spoke up. Neville looked as if he was getting a bout of nervousness.

"I'll see what I can do." He said. The little man went into the back room.

Neville and Hermione stood there unsure of what to do. After a couple of minutes, he rushed back into the room, carrying a stack of clothes.

"I hope these will do," He mumbled, "The dress was my wife's and the others were my son's. The wife left some time ago. The son joined carpentry and went to some far-off place." The man looked sheepish for a moment. "Sorry, you don't need to hear my life story. I'm Kent Burbage. Joe was my predecessor, sold it to me in his old age. Your room will be a pound a night. The clothes, you can keep."

Hermione rummaged around in her bag, trying to find some muggle money. She came up with five knuts.

"Oh, so your one of those people. What is it? The conversion rate is so difficult. Three knuts, I think it is."

Hermione handed over all five of them. Kent nodded his head in thanks. He showed them to a comfortable-looking room. It was small, had a worn couch, and a snugly made bed. On one wall there was a fireplace.

"Could we get a bath?" Neville asked.

Kent nodded. He beckoned Neville downstairs, chatting about his son. Hermione sat on the couch, trying to relax some muscles that have been tense for months. She sighed. She could feel her back unwinding. A couple minutes later, Neville came up with a tub of water. Kent came up with the wood, a scrub brush and some soap. Kent started the fire and put the tub on, and then he quietly exited the scene.

Neville periodically checked the water. Once it was warm enough, he immediately put out the fire. It was starting to get sweltering in the small room. He gestured for Hermione to get in. Nervously, she started to undress. For modesty's sake, she left her underclothes on. She slid into the tub, hissing as the hot water hit her skin. Her muscles relaxed even more. Neville had her lean forward. He spread the soap on Hermione's back and started to scrub with the brush methodically. He worked his way around her body. He dealt with her gently, she was so frail. He could count all her ribs. He remembered the Hermione at school. She was always a little chubby. That along with her brains made her an object for teasing in school. He saw none of that now. If he was honest with himself, it scared him a lot. Neville finished up with her hair. He took his time running through it with his fingers, working all the dirt, blood and tangles out of it. Hermione let out a moan. It just felt so good. Her bath was done. She dressed in the light blue dress Kent gave her. It was loose, but it worked. It had a high neckline and the dress went down to her feet.

Neville stripped and jumped into the tub. The water was murky from her bath and was lukewarm. Neville still sighed as if he was the happiest man in the world. Hermione grabbed the soap and the brush and started washing him, just as he washed her. Neville put on a pair of worn slacks and a pale plaid shirt. He looked fare better now. He looked younger.

Hermione's stomach growled. "Let's go wrestle up some grub." Neville said a playful smile on his lips. Hermione knew he was just trying to make the best out of a bad situation. Neville looped his arm with Hermione's and they went to the main part of the tavern. They sat in a secluded corner. The waitress brought them a simple meal of bread, ham and beans. The couple ate real food for the first time in months. Neville swallowed his with a pint of ale. They paid up front.

They trudged to their room, finally feeling bone weary. Neville grabbed a pillow and went to the couch.

No matter what Hermione did, she could not go to sleep. The task ahead weighed too heavily in her mind. "Neville?" She called.

"Yes."

"What are we going to do once we find him?"

"We do as we planned. We raise him right and we love him, in honor of Dumbledore. Love conquers all." He said before drifting into sleep.

AN/ Filler chapter, I know. Sometimes, you just have to do it. Now you can guess what's going to happen. Their plan. This story is really not going to be exciting, just a bit touching. I hope you enjoyed it.

One more thing. Do you think Hermione and Neville should fall in Love? I'm leaving that up to you, my lovely readers. Please review and tell me.