The path in Diagon Alley was slippery and wet. Hermione had got her feet under control by now and were walking fine, but every so often when somebody walked past her, you could see people trying to stand straight while walking, fighting against falling over. It was rather funny seeing people struggling honestly and she couldn't help but giggle when she saw one rather drunk lady plunging to the floor, followed by a bag and a wand. She didn't stop to help and even though she did feel guilty for not helping, she had bigger things on her mind.

The alley was lit up by the different shops that were open during the night. A few pubs were open due to it being Friday night. That's why everything was so loud. Everybody were drunk and shouting at each other down the different pubs, asking for different drinks and where each other were going. She recognized a few people out, but said nothing to anybody. She wasn't in the mood to have a conversation with anybody, besides, even if she did try to talk to anybody, the fact that the rain was hitting down so hard and the volume of all the witches and wizards on the stone floor clobbering out and about to the next pub, would mean all conversation would be rushed and without meaning, not to mention most of the conversation would be asking each other to repeat what the last thing said was.

By now it had been about 20 minutes since she'd left the house. Hermione's hair was still up in the leather strap unknowingly provided by Bill. Bits had fallen down onto her face, so she was constantly moving her hair to one side. She was grateful she'd put it up, because if she hadn't she knew her messy untamed hair would be all over the place and frizzier than usual. The clothes she was wearing were soaked through now. The jacket she was wearing wasn't doing the job it was bought for. Next time she goes to by one she won't be opting for the muggle kind and will be going straight for the keep dry wizarding jackets sold in this part of London, the magic part.

As she continued to walk down the alley, there were still people walking around less drunk. She'd past all the pubs by now, but she'd gotten onto the shops. Most were open at midnight on a Friday and she went to the one place she knew for sure would still be open.

Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

"The shop is closed until further notice, for reasons that can only be explained if you look through this hole."

Next to the large note that was pasted plainly on the front door of the one shop she was sure would be open at this time of night, there was a little hole, the kind that are on muggle apartment doors, so you could see who was outside your door. Hermione hadn't seen one of these in a long time used in

the wizarding world and Hermione Granger isn't one to not get curious, so she moved her head and looked in through the hole.

The next thing that happened was that Hermione smelt something awful, something she couldn't describe. She moved her head away from the hole and saw her reflection. If she wasn't mad enough already, she was now. The words "Keep your nose out you nosey bugger" had been plastered all over her face, but the smell still couldn't be accounted for and she wasn't planning on finding out what it was. She moved away from the door and looked through one of the blacked out windows, into the shop and took off her coat. It was already soaked due to the rain.

"Twins? Bloody pair of gits."

Hermione mumbled things to herself as she used her jacked as a towel wiping her face, trying to rid the words. She thought back to when she had charmed the signup sheet for Dumbledore's army and how the words "Sneak" appeared on the face of Marietta.

"Yeah well she deserved it, what did I do to deserve this?"

She asked this question out loud, something she truly regretted. The words that where printed onto her face vanished and were replaced by the words "You were a nosey girl Granger"

She rolled her eyes and rubbed it off. It took her a good 5 minutes to remove, but it came off in the end.

She was stood looking at her reflection thinking to herself.

"If the Twins put their mind to it, rather than just making stupid pranks to catch people out, they could really go somewhere and do something with their lives like Bill has."

That was it. The thought of Bill reminded her why she was out here. Why she was all alone in the alley. So she walked on, continuing to think about the letter she left him.

"I shouldn't have left it, should I?"

"Did I really mean what I said?"

"Well of course I meant it, or I wouldn't have put it. I'm Hermione Granger for Merlin's sake. I don't say something unless I truly mean it."

"Or do I?"

Hermione seemed to forget all about how to walk at this point and she suddenly slipped on the stone floor. She stayed down for a good few seconds with her eyes closed, hoping that nobody had seen her fall, but above her as she opened her eyes was a rather good looking man who were looking down at her. All hope of her trip being unseen was lost and she just looked up at him for a moment and closed her eyes again.

He laughed, and pulled her up.

"Having problems staying on your feet Hermione?"

That voice. She knew she recognized it, but where? How did he know her name? Now, not only had somebody seen her fall and not only does she have to live with the knowledge that somebody will remember this, due to knowing who she is, but she also has to look him in the eyes after her embarrassing tumble.

"Seamus?"

Hermione looked at him in pure shock. She hadn't seen Seamus since the war had ended, not once. She hadn't even heard about him. She didn't know he was still here in London. She thought he had moved back to Ireland maybe and that could be why she hadn't heard anything of him, but obviously not. He was here, looking at her dead in the eye, slightly laughing at the fact that she had just fallen over in front of him.

"Yeah, that's me."

He smiled at her and laughed. He could tell that she was surprised to see him but, he was also pretty shocked to find her walking the streets of Diagon Alley at now one in the morning with the rain crashing down.

"What are you doing out here on your own?" He asked her after she hadn't replied to his last comment.

Hermione wasn't sure of what to tell him. She hadn't seen him in at least 4 years and probably shouldn't start their first conversation with;

"I'm being completely mental and over emotional about my relationship with Bill Weasley, you know, Ron Weasley's, the boy that used to have a massive crush on me at Hogwarts, extremely older brother and I've decided to roam the streets feeling sorry for myself."

She just didn't think that it was a great opening line, so she opted for the less "crazy girl" excuse.

"I was just out looking for the new book I wanted, Midnight release."

"You came out here in the pouring rain, with an extremely flimsy coat on, at one in the morning to buy a book?"

Seamus made it seem a little more insane that she had hoped, but luckily she had the fact that she was indeed Hermione and it all sounded a little less, well, silly.

"That's the Hermione I know and remember. Looks like you haven't changed a bit eh?"

He just smiled at her, something Hermione missed looking at. Not necessarily Seamus' smile, just any smile. She missed the fact that she could make somebody happy.

"I guess I haven't. Other than I'm out of school and actually have a job now."

She continued his conversation.

"How's about we go inside? The rain is getting pretty bad."

Seamus pointed to the pub that he had just walked out of.

He was right, the rain was getting worse. It was getting painful on her head and shoulders and she thought that maybe going inside and getting warmer wasn't the worst idea in the world.

She followed Seamus into the pub and to one of the tables at the far side. It wasn't the classiest of places, but what was she really expecting from a pub anyways? It was all pretty basic. Wooden floors, wooden tables, wooden chairs, in-fact, there seemed to be a theme going on.

"Nice place."

Even though there was a wooden theme and nothing fancy in the place at all, she was being genuine when she made the compliment to her surroundings. It was a nice little place and she couldn't believe she'd never actually been there before.

"Thanks. I changed it up when I bought it."

Hermione looked at Seamus.

"You own this place?"

Seamus laughed at her question. He knew she was always one to question things and make sure she knew every little detail.

"Yeah, I bought it last year while I was looking for a new pub to run. The others I own are all up in muggle London. I thought I'd come back from to my magic roots after me mum died. Makes me feel closer to her yano?"

Hermione's eyes flew open. She had no idea about Seamus's mother passing away and she felt truly awful for him.

"Oh Seamus I'm sorry, I had no idea."

Seamus stopped her with a smile.

"No worries Hermione. It was hard, but I'm fine now. I promise."

His smile proved that he was telling the truth.

"So you've been out of the wizarding world for a while then? Is that why I haven't heard anything from you as of late?"

She tried to change the subject. Not for him, but for her, so she could rid herself of the awkward feeling.

"Yeah. After the war my dad thought it was best that I came into his muggle life for a bit.

The two sat and talked for a while about things that had gone on in their lives. About the different places that Seamus had owned out in the muggle world and what he was hoping to do with the different places that he had now bought in the wizarding world as well. Hermione let him know all about her job in the Ministry and how she was finally making a difference in the world. She was the first muggle born witch to make it as far as she had and every chance she got to talk about it, she would.

The conversation fell, as they made it onto relationships. Hermione's heart sank immediately when she realized that she may have to explain all about her relationship with Bill, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized that it wasn't the only reason she wasn't saying anything. She realized she didn't want Seamus to stop talking to her the way he was. I mean, in no way did she fancy him, or think of him in that way, in any manor, but she liked that she was being a little flirty every now and then. She liked how he would grab her hand and call her cute every so often, so she said nothing.

Thirty minutes had past and again, Seamus touched her hand and called her cute as he had done it all night. Hermione looked down at her hands and when she looked up she jumped a little. She couldn't see Seamus' face. All she could see was Bill. She could feel the guilt crawling up inside her. She felt wrong. She moved her hands away from Seamus and instantly apologized for walking out on him and that's exactly what she did a moment later. She left the pub and walked back onto the raining street.

Everything was much darker now. All the pubs must have been closed down for the night and she continued to walk back down the alley, not really sure of where she was headed now. She felt guilty and strange. Why didn't she tell Seamus about Bill?

She thought back to what she was actually thinking when they were having the conversation. Seamus talked about his work in the pubs and how he had become successful and all she could think was how Bill had made it up the ranks at Gringotts.

When he talked about his ex-girlfriend and the way she treated him, he mentioned that she always seemed to make him out to be a bad guy and how she'd always accuse him for things that he hadn't actually done. The conversation was actually rather lengthy about them both exchanging harsh words against the girl, but then Hermione came to realization.

Seamus was describing her.

Maybe he wasn't actually describing her, but everything he had said seemed to fit in perfectly with what she was doing to Bill. Blaming him for things had hadn't done, like being in love with Fleur, making her feel un-loved, never showing her that he loved her the way he loved his Ex-Wife.

She was faced with the Twins' shop again, looking in the same window she used to wash the words off her face. Her hair was destroyed now, there was no need to keep it up, so she pulled out the strap that was keeping it all at bay and her hair fell to her shoulders. It was messy and frizzy. She couldn't even be bothered trying to straighten it out, knowing it would be no use. She looked at the strap of Bill's that was in her hand and she tied it around her wrist. It seemed to put up a good battle with her though. It really didn't seem to want to be around her wrist, but she managed in the end and tied it in a nice bow.

When Hermione looked back up to her reflection, she wasn't alone. Bill was standing behind her, his arms around her waist, holding her as she guiltily remembered that he always did. This man always showed her love, he showed her love like nobody ever had done before. The two were so similar, both smart, both Gryffindors and both were outsiders to their families.

Bill was of course close to his family. You couldn't be a member of the Weasley family without being close to them. Hell, Percy couldn't even manage to stay away and he seemed damn determined at one point. Bill was always away from them when it came to his work. He didn't get to see them as much as everybody else did and this always made Bill feel a little bit like an outsider to the family. Hermione had no family, not anymore. They didn't have a clue who she were. She remembered when she told Bill about what she did for the first time.

She had been with him for about a month and he had mentioned when he was going to meet her side of the family. The conversation pained her, it was never an easy topic to talk about. She could never know if they were safe, if they were happy, if they would ever remember who she was, but Bill was so caring, he made sure that she was comforted after she had told him. Three days later she was requested to go to his office where he worked and when she got there Bill was nowhere to be seen, but on his desk was a folder labelled;

"Granger Family Update.

Status of family.

Family tree.

Family health."

Bill could never bring Hermione's family to remember who she was, but he could do the next best thing. He had organized it, so that everything about the family would be written, documented and delivered to his office every month, so that she would know her family were safe and if they weren't she would at least be warned about it.

William Weasley was an amazing man. A smart and caring man.

Hermione's face had drifted back to the floor as she was pulled back into the memory of her boyfriend. When she came back to reality she looked back up to the reflection expecting to see Bill there, but of course he wasn't. It was just her imagination playing tricks on her and she knew what she had to do. She had to get back home before the night ended, rid the ridiculous letter that she had left to the side and show Bill that she loved him just as much as she realized that he had shown her.

Hermione felt a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She was sure of how she felt and all it seemed to take was a night in a pub, with a boy she knew in high school.

She felt slightly guilty about not telling Seamus that she had somebody else. She knew exactly what Ginny would have said if she was there.

"If you're not willing to tell the person that you're in a relationship, you're damned well cheating."

Hermione laughed as she envisioned her best friend shouting at her while saying these words.

"I guess I'll just have to refrain from telling Ginny about my thirty minute love affair with Seamus Finnigan then eh?"

Again she laughed at herself while saying this. The idea of actually having an affair with Seamus was so much to keep a straight face at.

The rain falling harder than it had done all night woke her up from her little stream of thoughts and reminded her that she needed to get home soon and before she knew it, she was at her door. She couldn't help but smile, knowing she was home again.

She opened the door and her smile evaporated fast.

Bill was stood at the desk, his back to her, letter in one hand and wand in the other.

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