DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Good-bye.

Summary: Hermione goes to see a psychologist and reveals her inner most secrets.

Warning: rated for a reason.

A/N: This story was made late at night. Sudden inspiration.

A lot of it may just be dialog, not too many adjective paragraphs. I'm not quite sure yet, just going to work it out as I go along.

Hermione is very OOC but that'll be explained through out.

Enjoy.

Chapter 2

AGAIN: (adverb) Anew.

The girl known to the staff at the clinic as 'the odd girl who preferred to be called patient #3165' climbed the stairs for her second session with Dr Smyth.

This time she didn't have to wait beside the tacky fakes posing as article of nature, as apparently, Dr Smyth was waiting.

She walked straight into his office, not bothering to knock.

'Hello patient #3165. How are you today?' he asked calmly.

'I'm doing well, all things considered.'

'What things considered.'

'I'm in a psychologists office.'

'Why is that to be considered.'

'At least now I know what to get you for Christmas.'

'Pardon.'

'A dictionary.'

'Oh. Good joke.'

'I know.'

'It's polite to take compliments graciously. Most people do.'

'Well, I'm not most people.'

'Obviously not.'

'What do you mean?'

'I meant, you are not like other people.'

'Thank you.'

'My pleasure. Now please, sit down.'

Hermione sat.

'Okay. What are we going to talk about today, doc?'

'Well, how about we start where we left yesterday. You were saying it was too late..?'

'Yes. It was too late. I heard him yell. Too late.'

'How do you mean, too late? Too late, you didn't hear him in time? Too late, you couldn't stop? Too late, he was already dead?'

'All three.'

'I see. So who was this friend?'

'My best friend.'

'A male or female?'

'Male.'

'Were you in a relationship with him?'

'Yes.'

'Where did you first meet him?'

'At school.'

'Did you know his family?'

'Yes. His brother used to be my best friend, while we were still at school.'

'How did you become his friend?'

'I went to his brothers house, where he lived with his family, and we met.'

'When did you start a relationship with him?'

'A year into my studies... When I was 20.'

'And how old was he?'

'22.'

'So he was older.'

'Obviously.'

'Obviously. So, were you living together? At the time of the accident?'

'Yes.'

'How long had you been living together?'

'One year.'

'One year?'

'Yes.'

'And how were things between you, before the accident?'

'Fine.'

'Fine? Any problems? Family, friends, other people?'

'Oh.'

'..?'

'He was dating someone else.'

'Oh. Who was the other girl?'

'It wasn't a girl.'

'A boy?'

'Yes.'

'So he was gay.'

'No. Bisexual.'

'Okay. How long had he been seeing this other man?'

'About 6 months. Could have been longer, But he told me six months.'

'When did he tell you of this other relationship?'

'About 4 weeks before the accident.'

Suddenly, the buzzer went off.

'Okay. Thank you for today's session. Same time, next week?'

'Can we make it a day early? I have a meeting.'

'Sure.'

'Great.'

He was about to open the door, when curiosity got the better of him.

'Can I ask, who was he?'

'My boyfriend?'

'Yes.'

'Fred Weasley.'

'And the man he was seeing?'

'George Weasley.'

'A relative?'

'Yes. His twin.'

She walked out of his office, out of the building but remained in his thoughts.

HAHA! Had to add that, it's a twist. There won't be anything more of the whole Fred/George thing, I'm just seeing where I can go with this thing.

Toodles.