Hermione slept well on through the night, and woke to find herself in the Weasley home with a tray of food by her bed. Unconsciously a smile tugged at her lips. For some reason, the Burrow just had that effect on her. Maybe it was because the Weasley's reminded her of the model family that TV shows are always portraying. With Mrs. Weasley being the stay home mom who cooked and cleaned and the twins being your household troublemakers. Or maybe it was because of a certain Ron Weasley that she loved being at the Burrow so much. That thought made her smile even more, until she remembered the reason she was at the Burrow in the first place that is.

Immediately a tear came to her eye and she quickly brushed it away. Hermione gazed blankly at the ceiling. Flashes of the death eater's attack replayed in her head. Her parent's screams, her own flow of blood, the extreme pain… she heard and felt it all. When they attacked, Hermione didn't even hesitate to throw a few curses of her own, even if it was breaking the rules. She had decided to carry her wand with her at all times ever since she heard about Voldemort's return to power.

Hermione closed her eyes tightly. She didn't want to remember that sick feeling she got when she saw her parents fall limply to the ground. She didn't want to remember how helpless she felt when the death eaters cast her aside with barely an effort. She had to watch as they destroyed her home and curse her parents, and it was all her fault. Tears slowly seeped from under her eyelids. Her parents were probably goners and it was all her fault.

At that moment, on the top story of the Weasley home, Ron awoke. As soon as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes he got out of bed and headed directly towards Ginny's room. Gently he rapped, rapped upon the chamber door. ((Sorry, I'm a big Poe fan, quoth the Raven, "nevermore")) When he got no reply, he slowly opened the door. For a second Ron thought that Ginny and Hermione were both sleeping and started to leave. But as he was about to shut the door, he distinctly heard Hermione crying. After all the times she had burst into tears around Ron, he just knew what her tears sounded like.

"Oh, Hermione…" Ron said quietly so as not to wake his sister, who was thankfully a very heavy sleeper. "Please don't start crying again." Ron would almost prefer seeing the drugged Hermione back rather than see her cry.

"It's all my fault…" Ron heard Hermione mutter into her covers, which were currently over her head. Ron slowly walked into the room and carefully sat himself down on Hermione's bed.

"None of it is your fault Hermione, none of it…" Ron tried desperately to reassure her.

"Yes it is Ron. Stop trying to make me feel better." Hermione said as she pulled the covers away from her teary face. "If only I studied harder… learned more useful spells… maybe I could have saved them…"

"There is no way you could have taken a group of death eaters by yourself. Not even if you knew how to perform the unforgivable curses!" Ron said exasperated. "And you study plenty as it is, if you studied anymore you'd never have time to spend with me…and Harry… of course… me AND Harry…" Ron's ears burned red. This however didn't seem to comfort Hermione very much.

"Hermione?" Ron asked.

"Yes, Ron?" Hermione replied, looking him in the eye for the first time that day.

"I just wanted to ask..." Ron said, ears going even redder. "Do you… remember anything that was going on why you were in the coma… anything that was said to you I mean…?"

"You mean… your apology?" As Hermione said this she couldn't help but smile. "Yes I remember, and it wasn't your fault Ron-" Hermione was cut off however by Ron.

"It wasn't your fault either." Ron added quickly, but Hermione just ignored it.

"I almost gave up, I would have given up if it wasn't for you Ron…" Hermione said, holding Ron's gaze. "I just felt like such an outcast…unwanted by most and used by others…" Hermione looked away.

"I'm sorry if I ever made you feel unwanted or if I ever used you…I had no right and I promise to never do it again." Ron interrupted again.

"It's okay Ron… you saved me… I owe you my life…" Hermione said as she threw her arms around his neck. Ron grinned a goofy grin as the red from his ears crept into his cheeks as well.

"Um… uh… anytime?" Ron answered with uncertainty. Slowly Hermione pulled away with a blush and Ron looked away from her eyes. Afraid that if he didn't, he would do something that he would later regret. Ron's eyes fell on the tray of food by her bed. "You should eat. You need to get your strength back."

"I'm not hungry." Hermione said looking back at the ceiling. Ron sighed.

The next few days passed slowly. Hermione stayed in bed as instructed. Though she hardly slept and barely ate anything. That, strangely enough, wasn't what worried everyone. What worried them most was how Hermione didn't even want to read. Ron, Harry and even Ginny kept her company, trying their best to keep Hermione's mind off of her parents. Though most of the time their tries were in vain.

It was a week before school started and Hermione got out of bed for the first time in days. She walked slowly down the steps and into the kitchen where the entire Weasley family was seated for breakfast.

"Oh good morning dear!" Mrs. Weasley said as soon as she saw Hermione. "Are you sure you feel well enough to be out of bed?" Mrs. Weasley had been exceptionally kind to Hermione recently. She probably not only felt bad about what had happened to her, but also felt very bad about how she had treated the girl the past year.

"Yes Mrs. Weasley." Hermione replied as she sat herself down next to Ron with a smile. "I'm feeling much better now. I guess I just got tired of feeling sorry for myself."

"No one's going to hold it against you Hermione." Ron told her as the rest of the table went back to their separate conversations. "You had all the right in the world to feel sorry for yourself, but I'm glad you're feeling better, you had me really worried."

"I know… I'm sorry for worrying you…thanks for being their for me though…" Hermione said. "It really means a lot to me… you really mean a lot to me…" Hermione's face turned slightly red.

What does that mean? What does that mean?! Ron thought franticly. What should I say? 'Hermione, you mean the world to me!'? No, how dumb sounding was that. Not to mention Fred and George would have a field day with that one. Ron merely grinned at her as they both started eating.

"Oh Hermione." Mrs. Weasley said, breaking Hermione's thoughts of 'Ohhhh why did I have to say that?' "I picked up your school things for you the other day, I put them in your trunk." Hermione smiled. "Than you Mrs. Weasley." Hermione wondered where Mrs. Weasley got the money to buy her books, but decided it was best not to ask. She would just pay Mrs. Weasley back when her parents woke up… not if, when, Hermione thought fiercely.