Chapter 3: The break up, and Egypt.

Chapter summary: Hermione and Bill break off with their fiancé and fiancée, and they leave for Egypt. Mrs Weasley finds herself unable to get the couples back together.

Hermione looked at the surroundings. Sure enough, Bill's words made sense to her, but she wasn't sure about spending the night with a guy that she hardly even knew.

Even though she wasn't very keen on spending the night with him, she agreed anyway. Where else could she go?

"Bill, I have to go back to the ministry for a while. I am going to ask for a job transfer." She started.

He nodded, and then grabbed her hand. "Why the sudden decision?"

She winced sharply, because he had grabbed her already injured hand. Bill on the other hand did not seem to notice. He was more concerned in why she was going to transfer.

She removed her hand from his grasp and replied, "For the simple reason that I don't want to be bothered by Ron at the ministry. I am not going to get fired because of him." And with that, she apparated to the ministry.

She went to her superior's office and asked for permission for a workplace transfer. Apparently, there was only one vacancy, but it was in Egypt. At first, she was not willing to be transferred there, because she did not want to experience the hot sun there. But thinking about Ron changed her mind, and she agreed to the transfer.

Bill on the other hand was conjuring tents and pillows for their night over on the empty field. He then apparated to Diagon Alley to get some food for dinner. Cauldron cakes, chocolate frogs, cockroach cluster, two chocolate bars, two flasks of pumpkin juice and some Every Flavored beans.

Carrying all the packages in his arms, he apparated back to the unused field.

Hermione was already there waiting for him. She had a delighted expression in her eyes, and her face was lit up by the rays of the setting sun.

She looks more beautiful than Fleur, he thought, as he placed all the food on the ground.

"Bill, I managed to get a transfer! My superior at the Ministry has transferred me to Egypt, where I'll get to break curses and stuff like that." Hermione said the moment she saw him.

He sat down on the grass and smiled at her. "I'm working at Egypt too. Since you don't have that much currency to stay in a hotel, or to rent a flat, why don't you stay over at my place when I get there? It is better than wasting your hard earned money on lodging."

Hermione bit her lip and thought thoughtfully. He had a point there. Why would she want to waste her hard earned money on hotel rooms, when she could get free lodging at Bill's house? But on the other hand, she did not think it was good to stay at Bill's place in Egypt when they did not even know each other well. Besides, the more important thing was that: COULD SHE TRUST HIM? After all, he was a Weasley, and there was no point denying the fact.

Unable to decide on what to do, she did not reply, but merely smiled. Bill took that as a yes.

She sat down opposite him and they tucked into their food. It was only then when he remembered about her injured hand. He waved his wand and siphoned off the dried blood. Then, he wrapped a bandage around her hand with a gentleness Hermione didn't know he possessed. She stared at him as he carefully wrapped the bandage over her hand.

After a minute or so, she caught herself and quickly looked away before he caught her looking.

Later that night, she conjured up two sleeping bags. She laid hers down at the spot where she was sitting, and she proceeded to lie down. She was puzzled when she saw Bill taking his sleeping bag and walking away.

He dragged the bag about 4 feet away and laid it there.

He isn't as bad as I imagined him to be… She thought silently.

"It's better to catch some sleep now, because we are going back to the Burrow tomorrow, to collect our things. At the same time, I think you would want to bid farewell to my mum…" Bill said, raising his voice a little, so that she could hear him.

Hermione made no reply. She knew that sooner or later, she would have to go back to the Burrow to face Mrs Weasley. That was what she was dreading, the most.

She couldn't possibly say that, "I'm terribly sorry, Mrs Weasley, but I really have to leave, because your DEAR son, Ronald was fucking Bill's fiancée the day before."

That was a good explanation, but she had to exclude the vulgarity. Even then, what she had planned to say sounded somewhat…sarcastic?

She lay down and tried to sleep. Ron's treatment to her was such an impact that she dreamed that she was forced to watch him fuck Fleur in his own bed.

Unknowingly, her fingers were clenched; her eyelids were squeezed shut tight, and she awoke with a scream.

Breathing deeply, she calmed herself.

It was just a nightmare…nothing more than that, she thought. It was only 4 a.m. in the morning, and she was awoken by that stupid dream. Bill was sleeping so soundly that he didn't even stir.

She looked at him enviously. How she wished that she could have a peaceful night, without horrible porn nightmares every night. She would pay almost anything for a peaceful night…except for her virginity, of course.