Arthur Weasley stared stunned at his only daughters, she had spoken so commandingly, so strong, but as such a level it should have been impossible to hear her, and her words had been spoken so truthfully and so thoughtfully that he could only marvel at how much she had grown up with the war. Shaking himself out of his haze he asked the only question he could think of, "Does this mean that the two of you will never have a romantic relationship in the future?"
Harry felt Hermione tense in his arms and glanced to Ginny quickly before he began to gently rub Hermione's back comfortingly, "Yes Mr. Weasley, Ginny and I hold no sexual desire for the other any longer. She is my unofficial sister."
"And he my unofficial brother." Ginny added, "Now, any other questions, get them out now because after this we will answer no more questions on this subject.
Molly chocked back some tears, "Does this mean that you will stop coming to see us?" She asked Harry, upset about the fact that her daughter had broken off her relationship with the young man, but if it made her happy she was glad, but even more upset with the thought of Harry never coming back to her home because he no longer had anyone there to come see aside from Ron who had grown apart from Harry and Hermione during the hunt for the Horcuxes.
Harry shook his head negatively, "No ma'am, if you will have me there I will be there as much as I can, Ginny and I do not plan to just stop talking, we plan on being big parts in each others futures, just as family and not lovers."
Molly and Arthur both sighed in relief, looking around at all of the understanding faces that filled the hall, Ron's being the only one that was blank as he stared at Harry and Hermione.
"I have a question," Piped up Remus as he watched Ginny latch onto Neville's arm again, "Anyone in mind for your future?" He laughed openly at the flushed that crept onto the three teens cheeks, and would bet all the money in Gringott's that Hermione was blushing as well.
Harry cleared his throat, "I do not wish to disclose that information right now Remus." He glared halfheartedly at the werewolf.
"Nor do I." Added Ginny as she looked up at the ceiling to keep her eyes traveling to Neville.
Their responses broke the quiet that had filled the hall and as everyone went back to what they had been doing Ginny and Neville rounded on Hermione and Harry, worried about Hermione, "What's wrong Hermione?"
Hermione continued to tremble, frustrated to no end that she couldn't seem to stop, "I don't know," She mumbled into Harry's chest, "But as soon as I began walking my body started to tremble, and I'm getting quiet cold."
Harry quickly conjured a couple of blankets and wrapped them around her before bringing her back into his embrace. "Did you feel anything besides that?"
"Eyes," She mumbled, inhaling Harry's calming aroma, "I felt eyes on me." She bit her lips, "They felt familiar and hostile."
Harry tightened his arms around her protectively, "Do you still feel them?"
She shook her head tiredly, "No, they left as soon Remus asked his question."
He looked up at Ginny worriedly, afraid of what that might mean for his Hermione, "Why don't we go to my chambers, we'll see about getting you warmed up and see what we can figure out."
Ginny and Neville exchanged a quick look before leading the way, Harry easily lifting the trembling Hermione into his arms to follow, afraid to let her walk on her own. As irrational as that may be.
Hermione smiled gratefully burying her head in his neck and shoulder, drawing as much warmth and comfort she could from him, "I'm sorry Harry,"
Harry's step faltered and he tightened his arms around the cradled body, "What in the world do you have to be sorry for 'Mione?"
"You just got done fighting a war and now you have to worry about me getting sick, hurt or whatever I am."
Harry smiled, pressing a gentle kiss into her brown curls, "I don't mind, only that we get you back on your feet. You shouldn't be dealing with this but should be relaxing and having fun," He nodded thanks to Ginny and Neville as they held the door open for him and swiftly walked to the couch laying the trembling girl on it. He made to move away only to be caught by Hermione's hand.
"Don't leave me please," She begged the trembling worsening when he moved away.
Harry frowned deeply, "I was just going to get some more blankets," His frown deepened as she reluctantly let go of him, curling tightly to herself to stop the tremors that racked her body violently without Harry's warmth and touch.
"I'll get the blankets Harry, sit with her, it seems to help." Gently ordered Ginny; scared for her friends health, not knowing what to do, even though she had been trained in the subject by Poppy. A grateful smile was all that she received as he quickly scooped the young woman back into his arms and sat with her in his lap.
Neville followed Ginny as she searched the room for blankets, worried about Hermione's trembling and what it would mean now. Would this just end up as a scare or would Hermione's health decline as the days go on? Would she get better as time went on? Would they have to go to Poppy even though Ginny had medical training?
"Stop worrying so hard Nev," scolded Ginny, gently rubbing her fingers over his worry lines, "Harry will not allow her to remain sick." She picked up three of the blankets they had found, "He will not let her suffer."
Neville picked up a few more, still worrying over his friend, but Ginny's words having reassured him a lot. She would not have said it if she didn't believe it.
Hermione sighed in annoyance as she continued to tremble, at least not as violently as when Harry had left but it was still violent enough that she could not get to sleep. Though Harry's close proximity had her on edge as well, her body wanted it to be touched by him, while her mind told her that he had already chosen who his beloved would be, so not to bother with it.
"'Mione, how are you feeling?" He laid a warm hand on her forehead, and all the trembling stopped, only to return when he pulled back surprised at her bodies reaction. What was going on?
Hermione whimpered as he withdrew his touch trying to follow the hand instinctively, flushing as she realized what sound she had made and how desperate she must have seemed.
Harry returned his hand, only placing it at the base of her neck, her trembling stopped again and she sighed in relief, closing her eyes; she very quickly fell asleep, her body exhausted from the battle and stress of not knowing what is ailing her.
Ginny's eyebrow rose as she walked into the room, her eyes immediately going to the hand that gently cupped Hermione's neck and noticing that she was no longer trembling. "What's going on?"
Harry shrugged, his face showing pure confusion and concern, "I was just going to check to see if she had a temperature, when I touched her, her whole body stilled, when I removed my hand she made the most heartbreaking sound as she began to tremble again, so now here we are, I'm not going to move my hand."
"When did she fall asleep? We where not gone that long," Neville laid down his blankets beside Harry and Hermione, peering worriedly at her relaxed face.
"Almost as soon as I had returned my hand, she must be exhausted from this and yesterdays events." He caressed her cheek gently, taking in her dainty features, and lightly tanned skin. "I think I'm going to just take her to my room and go to bed," He looked at two of the people he considers family, "Thank you for getting the blankets, she will need them." He easily stood with Hermione in his arms, careful to keep skin contact. "You two should take the two other rooms, we can go to Poppy in the morning and start research later tomorrow night."
They both nodded watching as Harry carefully carried Hermione into his room so he could get some sleep.
"Good night Ginny," Whispered Neville as he made his way to the smallest of the two rooms. "Sleep well."
"Night Nev," She watched him disappear before she casting one last glance at Harry's closed door and going to bed herself. It seems that it would be a long couple of days to come.