A/N: Italics is for mouthing words and bold is for thoughts.

Chapter 3
Going Home

Hermione sat down at her seat in Potions class next to Jenna.

"Hermione," Jenna whispered. "Why is…did David…were you a one night stand?"

"I don't know," Hermione replied sadly. She looked over at David whom was sitting next to his friend on the other side of the room. "We haven't said anything to each other yet."

"Oh. Okay. When you find out, will you tell me?"

"Of course," Hermione shrugged and started to write something on a piece of paper.

"Ooo. Are you gonna pass him a note? What's it say?"

"I'm not writing to David. I'm writing a note to myself," Hermione told her. "I have to buy a…test," she looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to her conversation.

"Oh," Jenna said. "That sort of something."

Hermione looked over at David to find that he was staring back at her. She mouthed the words, 'Was it a one nighter?' to him. He didn't answer. 'Are we still friends?' He shrugged. 'We need to talk,' she mouthed to him. She raised her hand.

"Yes miss Granger?" Professor Smith asked her.

"I'm feeling a little light headed," Hermione told her. "May I go to the nurse?"

"Of course. Do you need someone to take you?" Professor Smith questioned.

"I don't think so," Hermione said as she stood from her seat. She swayed a little but stayed standing.

"Someone go with her to the hospital wing," Professor Smith said. "David Parker go with her." David stood up and grabbed his bag. He walked over to her and picked up hers as well. The two walked out of the room. Hermione walked into an empty corridor.

"The hospital wing's that way," David informed her.

"I know that," Hermione rolled her eyes. "I just wanted to talk to you."

"Must we talk?" David put down the bags and kissed her on her lips. He nibbled her bottom lip, begging entry. Hermione opened her mouth and their tongues battled. After a few minutes, she was up against the wall.

Hermione slid to the floor. She was still in that empty corridor, this time though tears fell down her face. 'I can't believe him!' Hermione thought to herself. 'I can't believe myself! He used me…twice. Not once but twice! I can't believe that I didn't ask him about us before we started fooling around. I'm such an idiot!' Hermione banged her head against the wall behind her twice.

"I have to snap out of this…he used me…that's it. He's not coming back. I don't have to tell anyone except Jenna. It'll all be okay," Hermione muttered to herself. "Everything's going to be okay."

"Hermione?" Jenna walked down the corridor that Hermione was weeping in. "I'm sorry Hermione," Jenna tried to console her friend. "I heard what happened. David came back to class and told his friends about it." Hermione didn't answer. She just stood up from her spot on the floor next to the wall. "I really am sorry."

"Yeah," Hermione stared out into space. "Wait. Sorry? What for? That David Parker was such an idiot."

"Good news," Jenna exclaimed suddenly. "David is moving to Britain. He just told his friends and he's going to Hogwarts for the rest of the year. He's leaving in a week."

"Now I've got the chance to give him a hard time. I can bad mouth him to my friends and they'll tell everyone else," Hermione smirked. "God, I hope Malfoy kills him."

"Who's that?"

"A really cute guy at Hogwarts," Hermione answered. Her eyes widened and her hand covered her mouth. "I can't believe I just said that."

"What does he look like?" Jenna questioned.

"Well, he's blond. He was around six foot, five inches when I last saw him, and he's seeker for the Slytherin quidditch team," Hermione replied.

"I wish I knew him," Jenna sighed. "Oh. I just remembered. The headmistress wants to see you in her office at one o'clock. She said that you might want to pack your bags. She said something about Hogwarts and transferring schools or something."

"Okay," Hermione said. Together they walked to their flat to pack Hermione's bags.

Hermione had levitated her trunk in front of her. "Leaving Hermione?" David Parker's voice rang out from in front of her.

"What do you want?" Hermione growled at him. "A second round?"

"No," David Parker replied.

"Then what do you want?" Hermione kept walking toward the headmistress' office. "Because I'm not in the giving mood right now."

"Oh," David answered. "I actually wanted to tell you that it's too bad you're moving away. You won't be here when I'm not. I'm going to Hogwarts. You know, the school in Britain that you used to go to. Well, I'm leaving in a week. My parents bought a house over there and they're moving in tomorrow. I'm going to Hogwarts for the rest of the year."

"It's a good thing that Hogwarts is my turf," Hermione replied. "I know everyone from second to seventh year. You could say that I'm rather popular over there. One of the Golden Trio." David stopped in his tracks and stared at her for a moment.

"You're Harry Potter's friend?" David asked.

"Yeah. You should have chosen your fuck buddies and your real girl friends more carefully," Hermione said. They reached the headmistress' office. "See you on the fourth of never," Hermione told him and then walked into the office.

"Hermione, I have some important news for you. You may want to sit down for this," the headmistress of the school told her. Hermione sat down in front of the desk. "I am sorry to tell you that your father has passed away. He was on a business trip in Britain when it happened. I am sorry. Your mother went back to Britain to live in your old home. She said that she sold the home in New Jersey and she wants you to transfer back to Hogwarts. She is currently making plans for your father's funeral in Britain. I am sorry for your loss. The floo powder is on the fireplace."

"My father is dead," Hermione stated. "And I'm going to Hogwarts."

"And the floo powder is on the fireplace. The students are in Hogsmeade today so you should be able to go there now," the headmistress told her. A very stunned Hermione stood up, grabbed her trunk, and walked into the fireplace.

"Hogsmeade." Hermione found herself spinning. She closed her eyes tightly. Hermione felt a hard surface collide with her. She opened her eyes. She was in Rosmerta's bar.

"You must be Hermione," Madame Rosmerta smiled down at her. Hermione stood up. "You may leave your trunk here. Professor Dumbledore has made arrangements for a few house elves to pick it up for you and bring it to the castle."

"That's very nice of him," Hermione said. She caught sight of Harry, Ginny, and Ron at a nearby table. She made her way over to them and said, "hi guys."

"Hermione," Ginny frowned. Hermione ignored her.

"Mind if I sit?" Hermione questioned. Harry and Ron looked at her.

"Why haven't you been answering our letters?" Harry asked her rather coldly.

"What letters?" Hermione questioned.

"All of the letters that we've been sending you," Ron told her. Hermione shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

"I haven't received any letters from you guys. You never answered mine and after awhile I stopped sending any."

"We never received a letter from you," Ginny informed her. "And no you may not sit because you are no longer part of the golden trio."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked and then turned to the boys. "What does she mean?"

"She means that you aren't one of us anymore. When you moved away, we replaced you," Ron told her. Harry stayed quiet.

"So that's it," Hermione stated. "I was forced to move away, my so-called-boyfriend uses me, my father dies, I find out that my so-called-boyfriend is coming to Hogwarts, and to top it all off, I'm not in the Golden Trio anymore?" Hermione exclaimed. The guys just looked at her. "We were friends for six years," Hermione tried to keep calm. "We have gone through so much together. We've battled Voldemort all of those times and survived. We saved Sirius and Buckbeak in our third year. And you're willing to throw all of that away?" Hermione let a tear fall. Harry and Ron didn't move.

"Apparently they are," Ginny replied for the guys.

"This isn't right," Hermione shook her head. "You guys aren't worth my trouble. You're even worse than Malfoy." Hermione turned on her heel and headed towards an empty table at the other end of the room.