It was a year after the war, and an unsually cold spring evening.
She'd left the Burrow a week after her NEWT's were done, and moved into the small apartment, living on her own for the first time.
Just like every other evening for the past year she was found sitting in her favourite chair, a big red fluffy thing, big enough for 2 really, but she liked to cuddle up in it with a blanket and her books.
The book she was reading wasn't good, she thought to herself, re-reading the last line for the 5th time. It didn't catch her as most books did, it didn't drag her in so she could get lost in the dream world of books for a while.
"Why is this so hard?" She spoke aloud, a habit she'd started with. Speaking to no one in particular. The words bounced off the walls, and the only other sound to be heard was the fire and her breathing.
With a sigh she stood up and went into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea.
She shot a glance at the calendar hanging next to her stove, tomorrow was sunday, and sundays meant dinner at the Weasly family.
A warm feeling burst through her heart when she thought of her second family. They'd always treated her like their own, and she loved them dearly. Molly being like a second mum to her always commented on her weight. It was true though, she'd lost a bit since the war. Not really being in the mood to cook, or eat for that matter. Though, the weekly dinners at the Burrow more than enough made up for her lack of cooking during the week. If there was one thing Molly knew something about, it was how to feed the people she loved, Hemione thought to herself with a small smile dancing across her lips as she went back to her chair, picking up her favourite book, Hogwarts; a history.
