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The rest of the afternoon, I stayed in my room, reading an extremely thick volume on the history of arithmancy. If I did venture from my safe haven, it was to storm through the house angrily, in search of something

At supper, I sat at the table, picking at my food. After a concerned look, Mrs. Weasley went back to chatting with Mr. Weasley and Ginny about a ministry mishap, whereas Harry and Ron were jabbering about quidditch. I wasn't noticed and nor did I really want to be.

Even though the Weasley clan wasn't present at the moment, the whole lot of them would arrive the night before the wedding. It would be a full house that was for sure. Actually, I didn't quite understand where we would all fit, considering the fact that there would be more than just the Weasleys attending.

I pushed these thoughts from my mind as moved away from the table. Everyone looked up at me, as though shocked to realize that I actually existed. "I'm not very hungry," it wasn't a complete lie, every bite I took tasted like dust, no offense to Mrs. Weasley's cooking. "I think I'll go read some more.

"Well, alright dear. If your hungry later on, just come down and get something," Mrs. Weasley said.

I smiled, or at least I hope I did, before walking out of the room and back to my own.

"Hermione?" There was a hesitant knock on the door.

"Come in" I mumbled.

The door opened, revealing Harry. I was surprised to see him. I hadn't really talked to him in an actual conversation for quite some time.

"Hello Harry. Welcome to my humble adobe" I spread my arm in an arc, indicating the small room that I had inhabited. He sat on the end of my bed, watching me closely.

"How have you been Herms?"

"Fine."

"And Anna?"

"Also fine."

A silence stretched between us. I could tell Harry wanted to speak to me about something, but for some reason it was difficult for him.

"Harry, what is it?"

He started, jerked from his thoughts. He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before replying, "Have you ever been in love?"

I frowned. What was he playing at? "Yes."

"To whom?"

"Harry, that's an idiotic question." I rolled my eyes.

"Answer my question."

I took a deep, annoyed breath. "Ronald Weasley" I mumbled.

Harry didn't look a tad bit surprised. He shouldn't since he had known for quite some time. Why else had I always bickered with the git?

"Are you still in love?"

"I don't know."

"I think you are."

"You don't know what I feel," I whispered.

He looked at me, emerald eyes staring into my own, reaching my very core. "Maybe I am not you Hermione, but your emotions, even though you try to hide them, are plainly shown. You are still in love with him yet you are too much of a coward to speak up."

I was shocked; appalled that Harry would speak to me in such a way. "I am not a coward!" I gritted between my teeth. "How would you know anything about it? Ginny's love for you was always there, it was so easy for you!"

He stood up and walked to the door, opening as if he were going to walk about. "I went through a lot of obstacles for Ginny, even if they weren't the type that you go through now." He paused, glancing back at me. "Act with your heart Hermione. This is one problem you won't find the solution to in a book." He turned and closed the door behind him.

I glared at the closed door, "There are books about love," I mumbled to no one except an empty room.

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The next morning I got up early, determined to do something else than pore over the huge text. I persuaded Mrs. Weasley to let me help with breakfast, something she usually did by herself.

Well, it was really breakfast I was preparing. I was actually setting the table. I placed the cutlery I took from the drawer on the table, making sure that enough places were set.

"BOYS! GINNY!" Mrs. Weasley yelled up the stairs for them to come down to breakfast.

There was silence for a moment before a rattling on the stairs, signaling that they were on their way down. I took my spot where I had been sitting the night before.

Ginny and Harry came in first, looking half asleep but cheery. They sat opposite me, digging in when Mrs. Weasley presented their breakfast in front of them.

Ron padded in the kitchen, rubbing his eye and yawning. His red hair was tousled from sleep, his pajama pants crinkled. I blushed slightly as I realized he had just thrown the shirt on, he hadn't slept with it. It reminded of me of the night...

Stop it Hermione! I mentally slapped myself. Tearing my eyes away from Ron, I began to slowly eat my food. I still wasn't hungry, but Mrs. Weasley would notice something if I didn't eat. It wouldn't be good if she thought I was ill when really it was just depression.

The meal was silent, Harry, Ron and Ginny were still pretty much asleep and I didn't really feel like stirring up a conversation. Mrs. Weasley stood after she had finished and broke the silence.

"I have to go to Diagon Alley today. Does anyone want to go with me?" She peered at us all; everyone shook his or her head.

"Ah, well, that's okay then. I should be home around dinner, don't get into any trouble." She cast a meaningful glance at Ron and Ginny. They both nodded. Satisfied, she shrugged into her summer cloak and disapparated.

As if on cue, Evelyn swept into the room. I cringed inwardly. She was obviously trying to get everyone's attention by the short mini skirt and bright red halter-top she wore.

Harry started to turn around but Ginny slapped him. She glared at Evelyn and I was sure she was muttering things under her breath. Ron just sat there and stared. Not a good stare as in, she's really hot. It was kind of like, why are you in my house?

"Ohhh! Ronnie!" Evelyn squealed and pounced on Ron. She kissed him on the cheek; leaving bright red lip stains there.

"Hi...Evelyn" Ron said slowly, frowning.

"Aren't you glad to see me?" she pouted.

"Yeah, of course I am, but you know, I am in the company of others."

Harry choked on his drink, trying not to laugh. Ron looked completely helpless I must say myself. But it wasn't as if he wasn't enjoying himself. Who in their right mind wouldn't want a blond bimbo all over you?

Evelyn peered around the table. Her gaze rested on me. "Oh, well, there's always later," she oozed, trailing her fingers on his neck.

If I didn't leave the table right then, I was going to be sick. I stood up, my chair hitting the wall violently. Everyone looked up at me in surprise.

"Is something wrong?" Evelyn smirked.

I glared at her. "No."

Evelyn moved into the chair next to Ron, tossing her hair behind her shoulder.

"Why are you here anyway?" She demanded.

"She's here for the wedding." Ron announced.

Evelyn seemed shocked before she leaned closer to Ron, whispering in his ear. "It's not as if we need her here, can't we just...you know, throw her out? She wouldn't be missed."

I rolled my eyes. "You do realize we can hear you?" I snapped. Ginny hid her giggles behind her hand and Harry seemed as if he'd rather be anywhere but there.

Evelyn got to her feet, leaning over the table at me. "Then I guess you should learn some manners and stop eavesdropping."

"You should stop barging in on people" I replied calmly.

"He's my fiancé!"

"This isn't your house!"

Ginny got up and went around the table to grab hold of my arm, which was itching to get to my wand. Evelyn smirked. "You obviously can't control yourself. It's a miracle that my future mother-in-law even lets you in this house."

I pulled away from Ginny's grasp. "That's sad that you must resort to bringing Mrs. Weasley into an argument. You're more pathetic then I thought," I spat bitterly before turning sharply on my heel and stalking away.

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