Disclaimer: I have told you that the characters aren't mine. Sadly, that's
true...
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Weeks later, Hermione continued to cry herself to sleep.
The date came when Harry had been away exactly one year and she barricaded herself in her room, letting no one in.
Ginny would always come round and see Hermione, look after Lucy and clean up the house a little. But nothing could make Hermione happy, nothing but a pair of strong arms and black, unruly hair. Nothing, but Harry.
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Hermione started searching newspapers one day, looking for a place to live. For a month, she spent all her energy looking at places. One cold, rainy day, she fell in love with her new house.
It had pink windows, green fences and red brick, it needed some work, but Hermione figured she could tackle it.
Paying the deposit and packing up herself, Hermione had tears streaming down her face. She gave all her friends the new address and moved in. She altered the inside with her wand, causing a bedroom, baby room, kitchen and other rooms to look sleek and modern. But Hermione still was depressed.
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"Hermione!" called Ginny from the door some weeks later. She got no answer and frowned. Her car was in the driveway, and lights were on so Hermione had to be home.
"Hermione!" she called again. Concerned, she fumbled for her key and pushed it into the lock. Easing the door open, she stepped inside. She gasped.
The furniture had all been overturned, drawers and their contents scattered over the floor. Ginny picked her way through the mess and found Hermione in the kitchen, on the floor.
"Oh no!" she whispered. Hermione's face was smudged and dirty, tears casting cleaner lines. Her breathing was soft, her face pale. Ginny felt her pulse and realised that all she had done was lose her temper. She levitated her into Hermione's bed and pulled the covers over her.
A cry was emitted from Lucy's room as Ginny stepped over the stuff. Lucy was in her cot, standing.
"Gin-nie!" she cried happily. Ginny smiled sadly, and gave her a hug. She found some formula, fed the child and put her back to sleep.
Turning, she looked up into Hermione's eyes.
"Hermione!" she murmured. Hermione's eyes were dancing with flame, her face drawn.
"What are you doing?" she commanded.
"I came to see you and thought that something was up when you didn't answer. I'm just doing..." she was cut off.
"No! Get out! You don't know the half of my life, Ginny! Get out! GET OUT!" Hermione repeated, yelling. Lucy whimpered, now feigning being awake.
Ginny scowled but stepped over the things littering the floor. The photos of Hermione and Harry lay in a smashed heap of glass, Harry's clothes torn and shredded. His books had been destroyed and Ginny let a tear slip down her face.
Running home, she wrote a letter to Harry.
Harry,
Hermione is not well, not via her illness but psychologically. I think that you need to come home and see her. She misses you terribly. Please reply soon.
Love,
Ginny
She attached it to her owl and sent it off, awaiting her answer.
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I only have a few weeks left, about six. Hermione can surely wait can't she? I miss her too but she was the one that broke off the engagement, not me. If she needed me this bad she could write herself.
Harry
Ginny was angry at his bitter letter. It showed that he couldn't care about her. She scowled and tore it up, threw it in the fire and sat on the couch, drifting off to sleep.
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Harry arrived back earlier than expected. He had passed all his exams with flying colours and he had been allowed to leave early. He flooed back to the Burrow as Ginny sat waiting. The fire turned to green and he appeared, hardly having changed.
His black hair now was somewhat more flattened. His face was tired and sore whilst his body was just about to collapse.
But Ginny's look at Harry was interrupted by a turn of green again. The flames danced and a tall witch made Ginny's stomach turn.
Her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail, her purple robes creased. Her young face would have rivaled a hags as it was covered with warts.
"Everyone, this is Connie," Harry announced to Ginny, Ron, the Weasley twins, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Neville. A few people looked at each other and mouthed 'Hermione' but most just smiled sweetly.
"Your room's up there," Ron jabbed a finger to the ceiling. Connie nodded, kissed Harry on the cheek and hauled her suitcase up the stairs. Ginny looked at Ron, both thinking the same thing.
"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked. Ginny looked at him, alarmed.
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A/N: Was this a boring chapter? I think it was. But it was boring with out Harry so I brought him back early. Erm...this is turning out to be quite like Daddy, so read that, but continue reading mine! Please review if you want and definitely read the rest of the story (that's an order!)
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Weeks later, Hermione continued to cry herself to sleep.
The date came when Harry had been away exactly one year and she barricaded herself in her room, letting no one in.
Ginny would always come round and see Hermione, look after Lucy and clean up the house a little. But nothing could make Hermione happy, nothing but a pair of strong arms and black, unruly hair. Nothing, but Harry.
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Hermione started searching newspapers one day, looking for a place to live. For a month, she spent all her energy looking at places. One cold, rainy day, she fell in love with her new house.
It had pink windows, green fences and red brick, it needed some work, but Hermione figured she could tackle it.
Paying the deposit and packing up herself, Hermione had tears streaming down her face. She gave all her friends the new address and moved in. She altered the inside with her wand, causing a bedroom, baby room, kitchen and other rooms to look sleek and modern. But Hermione still was depressed.
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"Hermione!" called Ginny from the door some weeks later. She got no answer and frowned. Her car was in the driveway, and lights were on so Hermione had to be home.
"Hermione!" she called again. Concerned, she fumbled for her key and pushed it into the lock. Easing the door open, she stepped inside. She gasped.
The furniture had all been overturned, drawers and their contents scattered over the floor. Ginny picked her way through the mess and found Hermione in the kitchen, on the floor.
"Oh no!" she whispered. Hermione's face was smudged and dirty, tears casting cleaner lines. Her breathing was soft, her face pale. Ginny felt her pulse and realised that all she had done was lose her temper. She levitated her into Hermione's bed and pulled the covers over her.
A cry was emitted from Lucy's room as Ginny stepped over the stuff. Lucy was in her cot, standing.
"Gin-nie!" she cried happily. Ginny smiled sadly, and gave her a hug. She found some formula, fed the child and put her back to sleep.
Turning, she looked up into Hermione's eyes.
"Hermione!" she murmured. Hermione's eyes were dancing with flame, her face drawn.
"What are you doing?" she commanded.
"I came to see you and thought that something was up when you didn't answer. I'm just doing..." she was cut off.
"No! Get out! You don't know the half of my life, Ginny! Get out! GET OUT!" Hermione repeated, yelling. Lucy whimpered, now feigning being awake.
Ginny scowled but stepped over the things littering the floor. The photos of Hermione and Harry lay in a smashed heap of glass, Harry's clothes torn and shredded. His books had been destroyed and Ginny let a tear slip down her face.
Running home, she wrote a letter to Harry.
Harry,
Hermione is not well, not via her illness but psychologically. I think that you need to come home and see her. She misses you terribly. Please reply soon.
Love,
Ginny
She attached it to her owl and sent it off, awaiting her answer.
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I only have a few weeks left, about six. Hermione can surely wait can't she? I miss her too but she was the one that broke off the engagement, not me. If she needed me this bad she could write herself.
Harry
Ginny was angry at his bitter letter. It showed that he couldn't care about her. She scowled and tore it up, threw it in the fire and sat on the couch, drifting off to sleep.
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Harry arrived back earlier than expected. He had passed all his exams with flying colours and he had been allowed to leave early. He flooed back to the Burrow as Ginny sat waiting. The fire turned to green and he appeared, hardly having changed.
His black hair now was somewhat more flattened. His face was tired and sore whilst his body was just about to collapse.
But Ginny's look at Harry was interrupted by a turn of green again. The flames danced and a tall witch made Ginny's stomach turn.
Her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail, her purple robes creased. Her young face would have rivaled a hags as it was covered with warts.
"Everyone, this is Connie," Harry announced to Ginny, Ron, the Weasley twins, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Neville. A few people looked at each other and mouthed 'Hermione' but most just smiled sweetly.
"Your room's up there," Ron jabbed a finger to the ceiling. Connie nodded, kissed Harry on the cheek and hauled her suitcase up the stairs. Ginny looked at Ron, both thinking the same thing.
"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked. Ginny looked at him, alarmed.
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A/N: Was this a boring chapter? I think it was. But it was boring with out Harry so I brought him back early. Erm...this is turning out to be quite like Daddy, so read that, but continue reading mine! Please review if you want and definitely read the rest of the story (that's an order!)