They had a few weeks together before she left, just a few weeks, but there was something there- something that Hermione desperately wanted to get back to. And when she did, it almost slipped through her fingers. They lost so many that fateful night at Hogwarts, but somehow she had saved him. Now the dust has settled, but will they be able to get past the wreckage? (Fred Lives)

Hermione saw the desperation and sadness that he was trying so hard to hide- the hollowness behind his eyes that indicated a boy barely keeping it together and without a second thought, she offered to help. As business blooms into friendship- and possibly more- the two find a safe harbour in each other. But Hogwarts can't last forever, and War is lingering at the castle gates.

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

Four years have passed since he left her at Hogwarts. Now a mediwitch at the Vratsa Vultures, Hermione is forced to deal with resurfacing feelings she once thought laid dormant.

He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP.

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