Hermione just walked into the shop her hands full. The shop surprisingly was full of customers and the woman she had hired to take control of the business while she sorted through the mess that she currently called her life, looked frazzled.

"Jen, split it up and send the other people to my office." Hermione said in a direct tone.

She nodded her head gently as she sent a mother and daughter in the direction of her office.

Hermione flipped on the switch to the room and made herself comfortable behind her desk as she popped a piece of her meager breakfast into her mouth.

"The young lady back there sent us to you."

"Yes, I am sorry, I did not expect for it to be this overbooked. My mind has been all over the place lately."

"It's alright, we have plenty of time before the wedding."

She offered them something to drink and they proceeded to start planning the wedding.

"There's been some revisions in our policy on the dresses, and know they are just a formality for more of our eccentric clientele, I doubt that you would actually go as far as that." Hermione said passing over the contract.

"No problem." The mother said as she handed the form over to Sarah. They started discussing the contract together and agreeing on other matters. In the meantime Hermione's cell phone rang.

"Mum, not that I don't appreciate the call but I'm busy with a customer."

"I'm sorry to have disturbed you." Eileen said feigning hurt.

"Mum, you know I don't mean it like that. I'll talk to you as soon as I can, I promise."

"It's important though."

Hermione breathed heavily in frustration as she pulled a heavy book filled with designs off of the shelf and put it down in front of the mother as she left the room.

"I'm listening."

"I was thinking that it's time that your grandmother meet Harry."

Hermione's eyes widened and she scratched her head.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea." Hermione said slowly.

She remembered that Harry still didn't feel one hundred percent safe around her father.

"It would be perfect. I should say that it would only be proper that he meet the family before you start the wedding planning. Familiarize himself with everyone, so he gets comfortable."

"Mum, if I was going to start planning the wedding then I would for all purposes be willing to tell the whole family. It's just Harry's busy with Hogwarts at the moment, and I don't believe that I should add stress."

"What stress?" Eileen asked curiously, "Nevermind it's none of my business."

"Mum, it's nothing trust me." Hermione lied.

"It's definitely not nothing, I can tell when you're lying to me."

"Just don't tell dad anything. Okay?" Hermione asked worried.

The last thing that she needed was her father getting involved in this. That would just be adding fuel to the fire. And the first person that her father would turn too was Harry and this was in no way, completely Harry's fault.

"I'm letting it go only because you ask me to."

"Thank you." Hermione said relieved.

"Your welcome."

She made sure that she had turned off her phone before she stepped back into the room leaving all of her fears behind her. She was no longer dealing with that crazy woman. She knew the basics of running a business and that dictated that nowhere did it mix with her personal life.

She beamed them a smile.

"These designs are good, but we were wondering if we could try out the dresses out there."

"Outside, those are just other examples, you can try it on and see how it fits but we make quality custom made dresses for a good price. That's why we suggest you don't get the measurements done too early."

"So let's talk wedding colors…."

Harry wiped his face as he thought about the way Hermione was acting. At first she had apologized about the way she had acted but still made no movements that her heart was truly in that same apology.

Some days she seemed like herself and others she seemed to be fighting within herself spending minutes before she actually came to a conclusion about what she wanted to say.

In truth she had been spending more time at the shop than ever before. Maybe it was in fact because she had more customers. He never exactly understood the appeal of a winter wedding but it was still popular in people's minds he assumed.

Since she was at the shop and on his days off from teaching at Hogwarts he spent a large amount of his time with Ron and the rest of the guys. After all she had never controlled what he did when it concerned his life. And maybe it wasn't in the best interest of what a soon to be married couple should be acting like but if she wasn't putting up the effort why should he.

Hermione popped into the house a few minutes later avoiding him as she made her way into the kitchen turning on a pot to get some fast noodles ready. She stirred the pot as Ennee curled up at her feet.

He walked into the kitchen in time to see this. And saw her look down to give her a small smile. Harry had not see Hermione smile ever since it happened.

"Wow, I never thought I was going to see that again."

She was almost afraid to ask. But she did.

"See what exactly?" she said on the cautious side.

"You smile, you've seemed to have something against me lately. What have I done?"

"You've done nothing." Hermione answered as she poured the food into a bowl stepping over Ennee.

"That doesn't give me anything to work on." Harry said loosing his patience.

Nothing? What exactly did that word do for him. It did exactly what it said, nothing. If anything it added more mystery to why she was acting like this. Never before had he wanted to scream at her like he wanted to now. And a week of not talking to Hermione, and treatment like this from her. He probably could scream at her. And it would be guaranteed that she would scream back.

"Harry…" Hermione said loosing her temper.

"What?" Harry snapped, "I would really like to know, how you could apologize to me, and then act the total opposite. I've done nothing to you. I don't deserve this. What is it? Is it something at the shop? Is it something your mum or dad did? Ginny? Is it my job? What?"

Hermione dropped the glass bowl all the pieces shattering and one cutting her knee. Harry moved to tell her to step back not only from the boiling liquid and from the pieces of sharp glass all around the floor. But she too moved back. Ennee too had gotten cut by a piece but she was alright for the most part.

"Don't touch me." Hermione said slowly. She had not meant to break the glass and the fact that she did scared her. She looked at Ennee, and even though it wasn't serious she was scared for the puppy.

"You're surrounded by glass and near boiling liquid I'm trying to help you." Harry said trying to rationalize the situation.

"It's just easier when I'm not around you. I don't have to think about it. I don't want to think about it." Hermione screamed at him.

"Whatever it is, is driving you crazy obviously."

"Obviously." Hermione said sarcastically still enraged, "You know my mother invited us to the family dinner. She wanted to introduce you to the rest of the family."

"Is that why you're driving yourself insane? You can always reschedule."

"It's not about the date or the time," Hermione stressed, "If you can't accept my dad, then how the hell can I expect you to know the rest of my family."

"I like your dad, and I like your mum. I like your parents, what does this have to do with anything?"

"It's everything Harry," Hermione said starting to cry both from the pain in her knee and everything she had been starting to avoid piling down at her at once, "and everything that you said to me, everything that happened the night after you met my parents just sticks in my head. And it's a message."

"What? I've been listening, and you're making no damn sense." Harry said.

He had been known to have problems listening to the words that came from people's mouths. But this was particularly important. She had said basically everything that she wanted to say, but he was obviously something. He had not done anything, to his knowledge to deserve everything that she was dishing out to him.

He got out of his stunned position that he had stood in for what seemed forever cleaned the floor with his wand and grabbed Ennee. By now she was knocked out, either sleeping our just passed out.

"If you're saying I don't care enough, then maybe you're right." Harry said, "but maybe before you go throwing judgements around, you make clear exactly what's going on inside that head of yours. I'm not a mind reader, and I don't intend on trying."

He honestly didn't care, the only thing in his mind right now was getting Ennee to a veterinarian.

A/N: I didn't intend on having all these delays, but once again my laptop broke down. And now I'm taking a summer course I hadn't planned on so….I'll update when I can.