Okay, George is in here, and I know I've gotten reviews about the whole Harry and Ron thing, so I wrote the real reason why they are not really in here. Hermione had a whole cover up story. And I know when you read it you'll be like "What the?" but I just wanted to give her a reason to being so open already to the whole Sherlock/John thing. So that's explained a bit. Also George will changed up being Aurors to govenment agents and terrorists insted of death eaters. because well out side the wizardry world who the hell would believe that? So yea...forgive me if you hate it. I'm sorry. But I just wanted to mae sure some of you understand a few things...thanks. Enjoy

Own Nothing.

Ten:

Hermione stayed at work real late the night before and came home to find the house in the middle of another pretend drug bust in the kitchen when she made it home. She stood there in the living room next to John and Sherlock shouted at Anderson, sighing, she walked past the techs to put up the groceries. Opening the fridge she saw another head staring back at her. She set the milk in the fridge and slammed it shut. She glared as she turned around and walked out of the kitchen. "I'm going back to work." She muttered as she walked pass John.

"You're staying at work?" He asked her, ignoring Lestrange and Sherlock.

"Yes, I have a flat above it that I stay at sometimes. Now seems like a perfect time. I can't deal with this right now." She grabbed her keys from the table and her phone and walked out of the apartment.

"I wonder what's wrong?" Sherlock asked as a after thought as he glared at Anderson. "Anderson put that down, you're not qualified to even touch that!"

John rolled his eyes and walked down the stairs, hoping to catch Hermione, but when he went out side, he couldn't see her anyway. She just disappeared.

It was the next day when someone knocked on the door, John opened it to see a tall red head man there. "Hello, is Hermione here?"

"No, she's at work. Should actually be home soon. She called half an hour ago. Do you want to come in and wait for her?"

"Sure, if you don't mind." The man walked in and sat in a chair. "So you're 'Mione's mates?"

"Yes, we all live together, I live upstairs, Sherlock" He nodded to the brunet in the kitchen "Lives down the hall and Hermione took down stairs. She works all the time though."

The man smiled, laughing under his breath. "Yes that's 'Mione, she was like even in school. I at least thought that when Harry and Ron passed away that she would take some time off but."

"Excuse me?" Sherlock stopped what he was doing and walking over, his interest peaked. "Harry and Ron?"

"Yea they were her best mates in school. Did everything together, they even went into the same job." He sighed. "Yesterday was the anniversary of their death. Three years ago they were on a secret mission, they were special ops. Worked for the government and one day they were tracking terrorists I guess you can say and just like that, Harry and Ron were killed. Hermione was in a coma for two months. No one knew what happened..." He stopped, looking up to see Hermione walking up the stairs. "Hermione..."

She stood in the doorway and sighed. "Hi George, are you staying for dinner?" She walked into the kitchen to put up some groceries. She opened the fridge to find the head gone and it cleaned, she glanced at Sherlock and gave him a small smile.

"I was actually thinking that we should go to a pub and get some drinks in you. Haven't seen you in a long time. Have lots to catch up on." He gave her a smile.

"Is that okay with you guys?" She looked at her flat mates. "I can make you something before I leave..."

"We're fine thanks." John cut her off, she stared at him, seeing the he was visibly angry.

"Are you sure?" She looked at Sherlock, but John answered again. "We handle just fine without you before, we can manage now." She was taken back, but just nodded. She grabbed her bag and her keys, leaving with George.

Sherlock glanced at his friend with a frown. "You are upset with her."

"She lied to us Sherlock. Her friends are dead, they're not alive, they're dead."

"She lied to you, you mean?" Sherlock sat down in his chair, playing with his phone. "She told you to your face that they were alive, well but not talking to her. I am have above average intelligence, but maybe she is trying to cope."

John glared at him. "What do you mean cope?"

"She would rather them be alive and mad at her then dead." Sherlock raised an eyebrow at his friend. "Some people don't handle death very well. Her parents are dead, her friends. She doesn't have much to lean on."

"Never thought you would understand human emotions Sherlock." John grumbled.

"I'm very observant." Sherlock smirked. "Like how I know that you're still angry at her, because you feel betrayed."

"Sherlock." John glared. "Shut up." He stormed upstairs to his room.

Hermione walked into the house really late that night, she could still hear Sherlock up tryping away on his computer but she ifgured John was in bed already. Getting a chance to sleep was rare for both John and Hermione wiht Sherlock around. She sighed and walked down to her room, she quickly changed clothes into her usual night wear. It always gets chilly down in the basement, always wearing a sweater over her. She didn't bother putting on bed shorts, not planning to get up to go upstairs anytime soon. She slipped some socks on. She went to search in her drawers for a sweater, most of her other ones were in the wash and she hadn't the chance to do her laundry this week. She pulled out a tan wool sweater that she knew was John's. She wondered how it even got into her drawers.

She just shrugged and slipped it on and crawled into bed after putting her phone on it's charger. She wrapped the covers around her and closed her eyes, hoping for sleep to come quickly.

It was an hour later and she still hadn't fallen asleep. She groaned and sat up. Her phone lit up to say 1A.m. She sighed and got out of bed, she walked up her stairs and up the next flight to the living room to see Sherlock on his computer, typing away. "Sherlock?" Hermione called out.

He turned to see her standing a few feet behind him. "That's John sweater."

"I know, it was in my drawer." She replied.

"Looks better on you." he stated, turning back to his laptop.

"George told me he told you the truth." She breathed, arms crossed over her stomach.

"John was hurt from it. But I knew you were hiding something. Told him you lied to cope Nothing big to worry about." He looked over to her seeing her kneeled by the side of his chair.

"Were you hurt by it Sherlock?" She asked in a whisper.

He gave her a small smile, almost a smirk. "You have the right to have secrets Hermione, you don't have to tell us everything. But John needs to know if he can trust people. The three of us have a strange relationship, if I lost either of you," He stopped, not wanting to sound emotional. He felt Hermione wrap her arms around his shoulders giving him a hug. She gave him a kiss on the lips smiling at him.

"Thank you." She whispered, kissing his cheek before standing up. "I suppose I should go talk to John now." She sighed, running her hand through her hair.

Sherlock, who was still blushing looked up at her. "Do what ever it takes to make him listen, to make him stay." He whispered, then turned back to his computer.

Hermione smiled at him then left the room, she walked upstairs to John's room and knocked on the door. She waited a minute then knocked again, louder this time. She knew he was asleep, but she needed to talk to him. He opened the door a minute later, shirtless, eyes heavy with sleep. "What do you want Hermione?"

"I want to talk to you." She whispered.

"It's after one in the morning. Can't this wait?" He asked, ready to close his door.

"No, John please." She pleaded.

He sighed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he stared down at her. "Is that my sweater? I've been looking for it."

"It was in my drawer." She replied softly, looking down at it.

"It looks better on you." He stated, opening the door to let her into his room, she walked quietly inside, standing in the middle on his room. She knew how his room normally looked like, for himself, he was actually a messy person, very much like Sherlock, but he contained the mess to his room. But now, it was clean.

"You cleaned up in here." She whispered, as he sat on his bed.

"I had to let my anger out somehow." He stated.

"I'm sorry that I lied to you John." She stated in a rush of words. She looked down at him as she stood by his bed. "I care very deeply about you and Sherlock, and I just didn't know what to do. After they died, after I woke up from the coma I was lost and I was scared. I had lost two thirds of myself and I was so alone. George understood what it felt like because He lost his twin. But no one else knew and I couldn't stand their pity so I left. I came here and met the two of you. I felt normal, like life made sense again."

"But you still lied, you lied about the phone that wasn't a gift from Harry and Ron, you lied about knowing Moriarty, you lied about them being alive. What else have you lied about?"

"Ron and I were engaged, that was true. But we were also involved with Harry." She sighed, wiping away her tears, she sat down on the other side of the bed. "It was like how you, Sherlock and I am now. But we had it already figured out. That's why it was harder to say that they were dead, but they were my life." She glanced at John. "There's so much of my life John that I cannot tell you. I left it behind me when they died. I don't want to think about it, to relive any of it. A quarter of my life was spent with them and it's gone, I can't go back, so why even think about it."

John sighed, staring at her distraught form, when she explained it, he understood, he really didn't have the right to be angry, but he was still hurt. "What about Moriarty?"

"What about Moriarty?" She asked.

"He knew that you were allergic to pulp in orange juice, that you like pumpkin juice."

"Moriarty grew up in a similar background that I did. He knew about me, I have an biography about me John. I'm actually pretty famous to a lot of people. He knew about my life before I met the two of you. But that doesn't matter."

"Why doesn't it?" He asked.

"Because I have you and Sherlock." She sighed, running her fingers through her hair. "I don't know, it's like I'm home. And I don't want to leave."

"You're gone a lot for someone who feels like their home." John Muttered as he laid back against.

"I'm sorry, I've always just worked my whole life, I don't know how to slow down." She laughed a little, "I sound like Sherlock."

He smiled up at her, grabbing her hand, he pulled her down to lay next to him. "You're lucky i care about you and Sherlock very much."

"I can say the same thing." She gave him a small smile and leaned down slowly to kiss him. The kiss was awkward at first, they were unsure, but after staring at each other for a few more moments they went further. The kiss the second time deepened and he rolled them over so he was on top of her.

It was thirty minutes later and Sherlock came into the room to check on them, He stopped when he saw Hermione and john under the sheets having sex. "Well, I guess that's one way to get over a fight." He smirked and nodded to Hermione. "Good job." And then he closed the door, leaving them alone.

Hermione laughed and John sighed against her. "He really doesn't have the best timing."

"Maybe next time he comes in, he should just join us." Hermione joked as John kissed her.

"Now there's an idea."