The sun retreated back into the blazing horizon. The moon came out, being a gentle light in the darkness.

Hermione stirred and lifted her eyelids. Looking to get her bearings, she was discovered that she had slept through the day. Fred was still quietly sleeping beside her. Hermione rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Her stomach grumbled again to her hunger. Having nothing to check the time with her, Hermione slowly made her way back to the first floor, back to the brown haired receptionist.

"E-Excuse me… What time is it?" Hermione nearly slurred her words, which was something she almost never did.

"It's very late, ma'am. Ten to midnight." It hit her as hard as a train.

"11:50?! Oh my… Merlin!" Her hands padded her clothes, searching for her wand. She whipped out her wand so fast, yet couldn't grip it, it slid away from her. Frustrated even more, Hermione snatched her wand from the floor as soon as she could and apparated back.

The second Hermione arrived at the entrance of the Burrow, the contents of her stomach nearly emptied. Her focus had not been strong enough and she felt dizzy. Her hands searched the door for the handle and her body reeled with it as she pushed the door forward.

As soon as her comrades saw the condition she was in, they stopped everything they were doing and ran to assist her.

"Hermione!" Harry was the first to reach her. Hermione tried to get up, but the dizziness was hard to overcome. He and Ron helped her up and onto one of the couches. Her hands immediately went to her mouth, afraid that she would retch.

Seeing that, Ginny dragged a small trash bin over to where she laid on the couch.

"Hermione, what do you need?" asked Harry, concerned.

"N-Nothing. I just- I wasn't focused enough when I apparated is all. I-I'm fine. Really." Harry looked at her with uncertainty.

"Really, Harry. I'm alright." Harry wasn't so sure about that, but he trusted Hermione. He stood up with his arms towards her.

"Can you sit up?" She shook her head very gingerly and forced herself against a couch cushion. Harry's arms fell to his sides.

"Are you in any pain?" asked Ron, who was behind the couch.

"No. Just a tad dizzy is all." All three scoffed. Typical Hermione.

"A tad dizzy?" Ron laughed. "Don't you think you're downplaying that? I mean, we all thought you were going to heave."

"I'll go get mum. Maybe she has something for dizziness and nausea." Ginny went to search for their mother.

Harry sat down on the left of her while Ron jumped over the couch's crest rail, settling on Hermione's right.

"How did this even happen? I mean… You usually don't bungle apparition. Something must have happened."

"Harry, I was panicking because I thought I was going to return here late and make everyone worry."

"Oh." intervened Ron. "Then, what were you doing before you apparated?" Hermione groaned in frustration. She quickly stood.

"Merlin! You ask so many questions, Ron. I was just trying to find my parents, okay?! Didn't Ginny tell you that?"

Harry and Ron were taken aback with Hermione's mood whiplash. "What's the matter with you today, Hermione?" Ron asked rudely.

"It's nothing, Ronald Weasley. Don't worry about me." Both Harry and Ron knew Hermione only referred to Ron by his full name only when he vexed her. Only they didn't know why.

Hermione was about to go upstairs when she was called by Molly Weasley. She almost forgot that Ginny had asked her mum to help with Hermione's dizziness.

As soon as Hermione came into the dining room, Mrs. Weasley said, "Oh, sit, sit. I have just the thing for dizziness." She motioned Hermione to sit at the chair with a bowl in front of it. Hermione had no choice but to smile and do as she said.

Looking inside the bowl, she noticed the contents were green and soupy. She flashed a nervous smile and asked, "Wh-What is it?"

"It's a family recipe. My mother used to make this soup for us whenever my brothers or I would get dizzy playing outside. It's an aphrodisiac. Go on. It's good for you."

Molly really hadn't answered Hermione's question, but Hermione couldn't just question her. After all, she did mean well.

A tad reluctant, she dipped the spoon into the bowl and sipped the soup that she collected on her spoon. The taste was surprising. It did not taste bad, but it had a horrific aftertaste. Alas, Hermione forced a smile.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley."

"It's no problem at all. You should stop feeling dizzy in a few minutes. Do you need help getting to your bedroom?" Hermione pushed the chair back and stood up.

"N-No. But thank you anyways. I think I can manage."

She struggled to walk straight and Bill offered his assistance as she made her way up the stairs, but refused it kindly. Once she was in the bedroom, Hermione shut the door closed and managed to move to the bed before her body lost against gravity, nearly throwing herself on the bed.

But the soup that Mrs. Weasley brewed did clear up her dizziness.

Hermione was tired and her eyelids felt like lead. Rest was well appreciated.