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Disclaimer: I don't know Hermione, Harry, Fred or any other character from J. 's work. I don't own any of them. I don't mean to cause harm, confusion or headaches. If either of the characters this story is about would like discuss future works, you know how to get in touch with me. Also, please don't sue me…I don't do well in jail and I have no money. Enjoy


That morning Hermione woke up and felt the dry tears on her checks. She remembered the dream and all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and never have to deal with the real world. She knew that Ron would never do anything like that… or she hoped not.

The muffled noise of pans was coming from the kitchen. She should probably go and help Fred, he didn't need to go and make her breakfast. This was his house and she was the guest. So she stood up and put on a light blue t-shirt and a pair of jeans, brushed her hair, and walked out to go and see what she could do to help. When she entered the kitchen she was surprised to see that on the table was an already prepared meal. There was French toast, eggs, coffee, orange juice, a fruit salad, and bacon.


The exhaustion from the day had completely wiped Hermione out. She hadn't even had a second to think about the sequence of days pervious. Her mind had been in her work and it consumed her allowing her head a break from her life, but now that it was 9 pm and everyone had gone home, she had to either go home herself or spend the night at the office-which didn't really appeal to her to much- she had nowhere to go. Sighing she gathered her papers pushed her chair back and looked around her. The room was empty and the smallest of noises could be heard. Most the lights were off, besides Hermione's lamp, which caused everything to seem gloomier. With a wave of her wand the lamp turned off and she started heading out the bigger then life door.

The click of her heels echoed loudly on the polished wood floor that lead to a certain wizard's office. She had promised to have a report done by the end of the day and even though the day technically ended 3 hours ago she knew she wouldn't get in to any trouble because after all it was complete. When she reached her destination she quietly opened the door, taking a cautious step in, and quietly closed the door. She had never actually been into this part of his office before, it was never necessary to. She couldn't help but look around, there were tons of books, ranging from Quidditch Through the Ages, How to De-Plant Garden Gnomes, to The History of The Ministry of Magic. She chuckled as she read all the different book titles. This is so like him, she thought. Hermione walked over to his desk and reached out to place the folder on top of his file bin. As she was taking her hand she accidentally hit a something causing a picture frame to fall over. Picking it up Hermione turned it over to look at it. Immediately an intense warm feeling of happiness filled her. It was from their sixth year. Harry had his right arm around Ginny's waist his smile beaming, Ginny was giggling, looking up at him, both her arms retracted around his torso. Hermione had her a right arm slung across Harry's shoulder and her left was holding onto Ron's hand, their fingers delicately entwined together.

"Hermione, what are doing here?" Hermione jumped, startled, and put the picture back on the deck.

"Oh, hey, I was just giving you the report you asked for earlier." She had regained her composure and a small smile was splayed on her lips.

"Well thanks." He stepped closer to her reaching behind her to grab the folder. "Hey, Mione, shouldn't you be at home?"

The smile she had been proudly wearing faltered, "I could say the same to you Mr. Potter." Hermione laughed. Harry smiled back at her but she could tell he was serious. The protective look he gets in his eyes when he senses something is wrong, shone brightly.

"Listen, Mione, if you ever need my help, I'm here for you. Okay?" he said sincerely.

"Yeah, I know Harry…"

"I'm serious, Gin and I will all ways have open arms to you."

"I don't even know what you're so worried about. Everything is fine. Nothings wrong." She tried to stand up for herself, but she could tell Harry didn't buy it. She always was a bad liar. However, the topic was dropped.

The two of them walked out of the building together. It had gotten colder out since yesterday. Hermione, clutched at her middle to stop the shivering. "Hey Mione, do you want to go get coffee or something?" Harry asked timidly.

"I should probably go home… you know… it's late." Harry could tell she didn't believe in what she was saying and he wanted to press the issue further, but instinct told him that right now wasn't the most appropriate time to do that.

"Okay," he agreed, "I'll see you tomorrow Ms. Granger." He teased. Hermione smiled and waved good-bye as he apparated out of sight. She didn't know what to do now. She had just turned down Harry's offer, she couldn't go to Ginny either, Luna was probably asleep, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had already done so much for her she couldn't ask or more, which left her with one last choice. Fred.

As much as she didn't want to go back because she knew that Fred most likely wouldn't want her staying another, she had no other option.