A/N: Little plot bunny that popped into my mind in December but I just got around to writing it. I have many ideas for where this can go but as for now it is all up in the air. Special thanks to Gryffindor'sSlytherinPrincess for being my makeshift beta (even if I don't take all of her suggestions) and bestest best friend! Please review, without criticism and advice nothing gets accomplished...

Sitting on the ground, my back against the wooden door. I continue to cry until the tears just can't fall anymore, until my eyes ache from the loss of fluid, until the pain in my head is worse then the one in my chest. Thats when I pick my self up and start to pretend that nothing is wrong, that I haven't been avoiding real life for longer than I will to remember.

My flat is cold. I haven't occupied it in days due to work and the pub, the hearth will be difficult to rekindle. I notice that case papers dress the kitchen table and that there's a pile of letters in a bin by the floo, someone's been here and I should be worried but all I can think about is his voice. Gods his voice... Hermione, no. I brace my self against a table and stand, my head throbbing. A pop resonates through the house. I don't look into it. The telephone rings off in the distance, after four rings the machine will pick it up. I don't want to talk. The first ring seems to take hours but eventually it does end. Three. The second seems even louder than the first. Two.

"Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?" A masculine voice invades my ears and reality kicks in. Concentrate Hermione, do you know that voice? Where's your wand? Why would they be here? Everything seems to be flying by so fast and the bleak colors of the room are morphing together. I know I'll be unconscious in a few seconds due to the sudden rush of epinephrine. Damn.

"Granger? Oh shit! Granger!" The voice says as my vision goes blank. "I'll call you back Theo."

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"Hermione wake up please. Please wake up." Now a feminine voice is intruding, I must be in hell. I feel something grazing my hand, a finger perhaps. "Please." A tiny sob escapes the girl and I have the heart to open my eyes. Luna. Sweet, forgiving, eccentric Luna. I'm just glad it isn't Ginny.

"You can stop crying now, I'm awake." I say, whether or not it came out harshly doesn't matter at this point.

"Oh thank you!" She whispers excitedly, making a funny symbol with her hands. "Hermione, I'm so happy you're alright! You were attacked by Fisslewiggys. I've been praying to their nemesis, the Qatinyares, for your return to our world." She explains all this as she hugs me and I awkwardly set my hands on her shoulders in response. Maybe it would have been better if it had been Ginny.

"Thanks Luna, I'm not entirely sure what either of those things are but thanks." I smile for the first time in days, although its fake, and her eyes sparkle.

"Do you remember what happened?" Luna asks, wiping her remaining tears from her face. Should I lie?

"I blacked out. Happens pretty often really." I avoid eye contact as I talk, looking around the room. St. Mungos. Glorious. "How did I get here?" I ask.

"That would be me." The voice from, was it last night?, is back and I turn to see Blaise Zabini sitting in an armchair. "Hi Granger." Great.

"Blaise." I acknowledge him and he stands. "Why were you in my flat?" I inquire.

"I don't think you should tell her just yet, might stress her out." Luna added as she joined the Slytherin, lacing her hand with his. So that's why she's here. A way of disappointment washes over me for a second but it is soon repressed like every other feeling. A shot of Gin sounds lovely.