A/N: So here is another chapter, it may be a little boring for some but I just need to let a little time pass with some things metioned to set them up for later chapters. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't have the brains to come up with this amazing wizarding world, just the plot is mine.

Trouble in the Sweet Shop

Chapter 10

Draco sat in his father's chair drinking, he had to forget today's events. He had blown it with Hermione big time, there would be no way she would forgive him now. He wanted to drink himself to sleep and that's exactly what he did.

Meanwhile Hermione had apparated to her room, she felt sick, physically sick like she was about to throw up. She had to get a drink of water and fresh air, she was trying to hold back the tears as she ventured down stairs, unfortunately she bumped into Ron.

"Thought you'd gone to work? Hermione are you OK?" She tried to shake it off and smile but it just made her feel worse.

"They sent me back because I felt a little..." She ran from him, her hand covering her mouth and into the bathroom locking the door with her wand. She threw up her breakfast and sat on the floor, she couldn't hold the tears back any longer and cried for hours, alone, sitting against the door.

"Hermione? Open the door. Just talk to me!" It was Ron on the other side of the door, he was obviously worried and there was no way he was leaving her. She was the love of his life and seeing her like this was killing him. After an hour Hermione finally plucked the courage to exit the bathroom after washing her face, she went into the kitchen and grabbed herself a glass of water. Naturally Ron followed, badgering her to talk but she had just had enough. She had had enough of the wizarding world, had enough of the complicated life she had. It was time to return to the muggle world, if only for a short time to clear her head.

"I think I'm going to go home" This had stopped Ron mid-sentence.

"You are home."

"To my parents, I haven't visited in a while" She was sitting at the table, staring off into her own little world. Maybe she was being a little dramatic but she was embarrassed of herself for even thinking she could make it work with Draco and guilty that she hadn't been truthful with everyone about their relationship. The truth was, she cared about how people saw her and her being with an ex-death eater would turn people against her. She wasn't ready for that.

"Hermione what's happened?" Ron was serious now, his voice was full of worry, which made her feel worse. She went back to her room and packed her school trunk with her clothes and things she would need. Briefly hugging Ron she apparated into a dark alley by her parents house and making her way to the door, she knocked. The door swung open to find a small, mousy haired man, shocked but happy to see his young daughter with tears in her eyes.

"Hi daddy, can I come back home?"

"Hermione, hunny, this is your home and always will be your home. It's lovely to see you, you don't come round much anymore" She was sitting on the sofa in front of a warm fire with a hot cup of tea.

"I'm sorry, I feel like I've caused you so much pain. I've wanted to come everyday but I hate myself for what I did" Her mother put her arms around her and held her tight. She had always done this when Hermione was upset in the past.

"You are the most important person in our lives, my little girl, who did everything you could to protect us, there was nothing else you could have done. We don't blame you Hermione, we owe you our lives." Hermione had restored her parents memories but felt so guilty having to do that to her parents, turn their lives around. She felt disgusted of who she had become during the war, fighting, and killing people. She was a murderer, yes they were evil death eaters but they still died by her hands.

"I think I'm going to go to bed" Her mother nodded and hugged her tight for a moment, kissing her on the head before Hermione got up, she said goodnight to her dad and went up into her old room, unpacked her stuff without magic and put her wand in a draw. She wouldn't need that here, she wanted to be completely muggle again. Getting ready for bed she sat down and pulled out a book and began to read, until she gradually fell asleep, book in hand.

The next morning was refreshing, she couldn't remember the last time she had had a good nights sleep like that. She pulled her dressing gown on and walked down the stairs, she had owled work last night, asking for an emergency break. Walking into the kitchen, a prepared breakfast on the table, she set to eating everything on show. She hadn't realised how hungry she was until then. Contemplating what to do she finally settled on taking a look around town and got dressed in the most normal muggle-ish clothes she could find. Putting her hair up in a pony tail, she felt like her 15 year old self, when she used to go shopping with muggle friends.

Hermione spending a couple of hours looking around town, buying new clothes and books, Hermione felt very tired and decided to return home. This was unusual for her, she never got tired during the day, she never slept during the day but she had been through a lot lately and maybe she was just drained. The brunette lay down on the sofa and slept the remainder of the day until her parents returned.

"Hermione dear, it's time to wake up sweetheart. Are you OK?" She was woken by her mother sitting over her, rubbing her eyes and sitting herself up, a pain in her stomach told her she was hungry.

"What time is it?"

"Half 6, are you OK? You don't usually sleep in the day unless you're ill, are you coming down with something?" Her mother was always cautious and would sent her to the doctors for every little thing.

"I'm sure I'll be fine mum, I think I'm going to have something to eat and go to bed" And that's exactly what Hermione did, leaving her mother sitting of the sofa looking worried.

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