A/N: I still don't own Harry Potter

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Hermione found herself in the library. The Black family library was expansive and soon she'd found a book she'd never seen before and had nestled in a chair to read it. She lost track of time as usual.

"Hermione?" Harry's voice pulled her from the book. She quickly set it down.

"You're back, I guess I lost track of time. Did you have any problems with anything?" she asked. Or anyone? She thought, wondering if Severus had given Harry any trouble about getting the potion.

"No, I had a nice talk with Ginny. Threatened to punch Ron's face in if he didn't let me get your things."

"Did you?"

"No, Ginny hexed him. She came with me, said something about having to take care of the problem in family," Harry replied. Hermione smiled.

"I bet Ron was happy about that."

"Dunno, I didn't stay around to see. Ginny will probably tell us about next time we see her. She seemed fairly mad at Ron. "

"I'm glad someone else is," Hermione commented, taking the bag Harry handed her. She glanced through it and a smile played across her lips when she saw the bag from Severus' apothecary. "Did Snape give you any trouble?"

"At first, then I said I was there for your potion, he seemed really worried about you, Hermione. He said he wanted to speak with you when you had a change?"

"It's about the potion. There were side-effects and we were working on lessening them," she said. She wasn't really lying. They had been working on that, when she'd managed to find her way into his bed. The memories of his body next to hers flittered through her mind, but she ignored them. Just because he wanted to talk to her didn't mean he was changing his mind. Although, he had said he never wanted to see her again.

"Hermione, Earth to Hermione. "

"What?"

"I was asking if you had any thoughts about what to do for dinner, and if you want to go to the ministry today and get the paperwork."

"Paperwork?"

"You are going to divorce Ron, right?" Harry asked, his green eyes studying her. She nodded slowly. She'd given him enough chances. Every time she'd been convinced she was wrong... every single bloody time. The fact that divorcing Ron would free her from the marriage, she'd be single again, and then... no, she couldn't think about that. He only wanted to talk.

"Yes, absolutely, yes. I do want to get that paper work today, before he has a chance to slander my name or something else. Why don't we do that now? You will come with me, won't you, Harry?"

"Of course, I said I'd be here for you, Hermione," Harry replied, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Alright, let's get this over with," she stated, giving Harry a nod as they walked to the fireplace and flooed straight to the ministry.