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Hermione reached home at midnight, the weather had turned terribly dark and the rain had started. 'Summer storms again.' She murmered to herself. It was the sixth time her coming home crying and it was definitely not good for her mental health. She knew it. All she wanted to clear her mind and forgot about what happened so far. Being pessimistic wasn't helping, not one bit. She realised to herself into the safe arms of sleep.

She was walking down a narrow lane, in the middle of the night. It was raining and she was walking with a lack of knowledge. Why was she there, what was she looking for? She didn't know. All she was doing was walking and passing the same identical lanes. She was afraid. She was lost.

But out of the blue she confronted with a wooden shed on the top of a hill. Climbing hastily, she arrived at the shed. She heard voices coming from inside. Holding her breath she stepped in. There was a group of people sitting on the cushions. The faces were dim at first; but in a little while she recognized them. 'Harry' she called her best friend in relief. Then she recognized the other faces. Ginny, Fred and George, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and her other friends. Even Jane. They smiled at her cordially. She dashed to Harry to hug him. While hugging him, she noticed Ron. He was smiling at her. She smiled in return. But suddenly, Ron moved a bit and eventually Hermione could see, who was sitting next to him. 'Diana.' Her smile fell. She stepped back in pain.

She sprinted out of the shed and started to run like crazy, with no realisaton where she was heading. She was crying loudly while running. In a short time she slowed down a little. Afterwards, she realised an owl was following her determinedly. She stopped walking and the owl hooted around her. Hermione noticed the owl carrying a letter. She grabbed the letter and the owl disappeared into the darkness. It was from Ron. It said 'Come back, I need you…" Hermione panicked. She turned around to find a way to go back. She was lost again. She yelled 'Ron!' in helplessness. Her voice echoed in the deserted lane. No answer. She yelled again 'RON!"

"RONN!" Hermione cracked open her eyes and found herself in the bed fluttering helplessly. "It was just a nightmare!" she said to herself, trying to put her gasps in order. She was terrified.

Next day, she woke up very early. She hadn't slept a wink for fear to see the same nightmare. She decided to visit her mother, recalling the previous night in her mind. Even though she was a witch, akin to all the people, she needed a caring person in her life. It was her mother. Hermione decided to floo home (her father had made the connection when she moved out) realising she had just one day to spend with them. Whatever she felt, she wanted to look the cheerful, reasonable daughter she had always been. It was going to be good for her. She stepped into the fireplace and yelled 'The Grangers!'

The visit to her parents was awesome. As she appeared in the fireplace, they gave a surprised shriek. All day, they were completely interested with her. Hermione felt spoiled just like in the old days. She told them about her job, about her lonely life in London. They were still anxious about leaving her on her own, but they didn't mention that. Some time, her mother enquired about Ron and Harry. Hermione told her briefly that they had been doing well. Instinctly, her mother sensed there was something wrong with her. But she ignored the feeling. They had a lovely lunch in the garden. Her mother made her favourite muggle meals. After the lunch, Hermione had a nap in her previous room. It wasn't many hours later, late in the afternoon, until she woke. That was the most regular sleep she had had currently. She felt renewed. (which was a rare occurrence nowadays). And at the end of the day she returned home, promising her mother to visit them more often.

Next day, she went to work, feeling renewed. She had forgetten about the Saturday night incident, she had forgetten about the terrible nightmare. She worked passionately whole day, until the moment she heard a knock on the door. Assuming it was Jane, Hermione yelled for her to enter.

"Hello!" Hermione stunned as she saw the owner of the voice. Oh my god!

"Ron?" Her face lightened considerably.

"Hello, Hermione." Ron greeted her smiling sweetly, as he entered inside the office. "I was coming from the Minister' office. I thought it would be good if I dropped by."

"Very nice. Why don't you sit?"

"I can't stay long. I must go home. Kingsley commanded us a new misson. We're going to Nottingham in tomorrow morning." He explained, grimacing.

"How long will you be gone this time?" Hermione asked trying to sound nonchalant. She felt a lump forming in her throat as she thought about his last mission.

"I don't know."

"Oh, I see…" she didn't even bother to ask what was the mission. She prayed it wasn't dangerous. Then the room fell horribly silence. He seemed anxious. And finally he blurted out what was bothering him.

"Umm. I should ask you something Hermione." He started. He looked to be thinking hard to find the right words. " Why did you act like that last night?"

"Like what?" Hermione asked hesitantly, feeling her face blushing. 'he didn't notice I was jealous, did he? Bloody hell…'

"I mean…" he stuttered. "You seemed angry, disturbed somewhat. I didn't understand if truth be told." Hermione looked at him with a half open mouth, looking at a loss for words.

"And Diana thought you didn't like her. If you ask me, she had the reason to think so."

"What are you referring to, Ron? Speak clearly, please!"

"What I am saying is, what's the problem? Why did you act cold towards Diana?"

"Did she say something?" Hermione's face turned a crimson shade.

"Not exactly!" Ron said quickly. "But come on, Hermione, everybody saw that you were acting odd!"

"Did she say something, or are those your opinions?"

"What makes the difference?" he asked casually.

"Diana THE GİRL YOU MET JUST A MONTH AGO commented about me and you listened to her?" Hermione snapped without missing a beat.

"She didn't comment about you, Hermione. She gave her opinion. She wondered what was bothering you."

"Couldn't you just tell her nothing was wrong and I was having a rough time. You know how I react when I meet a new person, didn't you bother to tell her?"

"I DİD!" He ran his fingers through his hair, turning around.

"NO, YOU DİDN'T!" Hermione retorted. "If you had done, you wouldn't be questioning me!" Ron simply glared.

"Thank for being so defensive, Ron. But I am sorry I couldn't act like a worthy best friend. And I am sorry for having a cold, unfriendly manner. But that's just my nature. It's not a new thing. You didn't seem to mind in the past. What's the problem with that now?" she said raising from her chair furiously.

"There is no problem, Hermione. Could you be calm, please." He said lowering her voice. "I am not inquiring after you! Don't be silly! That's not the point!" he explained pointedly and stepped to grab her on the arm but Hermione went away.

"Sorry, I misunderstood. You were just wondering about my comfort. I missed that!" she smirked sarcastically, throwing her hands in the air.

There was silence.

"Can't I have problems like everyone else?" she asked, her voice shaking in anger. She folded her arms on her chest. Ron let out a exasperated sigh.

"Sorry Hermione but you didn't tell me a word. You generally don't tell me a word, as a matter of fact." Hermione turned her gaze to the ceiling. This was a torture.

"Maybe you were too busy!" Hermione said, with a touch of sadness behind her words. She felt her eyes sting.

"Then what's your problem?" Ron asked kind-heartedly, leaning againts the edge of the desk.

"What problem?" She shot him a bewildered look.

"What's bothering you?"

"Look Ron, as I told you earlier, I had a terrible day at work and I was annoyed. That's all. There's nothing wrong about you and Diana. If I offended you, I apologize." It sounded fake, even to her ears.

"I didn't say that Hermione. No need to apologize, after all."

The stood in a tense silence for a couple of minutes. Hermione stared at her feets as if they were the most important things on the planet.

"Um.. I.. I had better get going. I should go pack stuff in a short time. See you later!" Ron finally broke the silence. Hermione reluctantly nodded in agreement.

He leaned closer and pecked her on the cheek softly. Hermione held her breath. The coyness and penitence were all written on his face. Hermione forced herself not to look him in the eye. Her anger melted just a little.

"See you, then!" She finally found her voice. Ron flashed her a lopsided smile and he headed to the door, turning around his heels.

"And be careful…" she added mutely but she wasn't sure if Ron heard that.

She propped herself up to her seat behind him, letting her tears fall without restraint. She looked at the door wishing him to come back. Moments later, she jerked with the voice of the door as it cracked open and Hermione thought Ron had come back. Her heart gave an odd thump. It was just Jane. Hermione heaved a disappointed sigh.

"Miss Granger, there is a file her- " Jane stopped suddenly halfway.

"Miss Granger, Are you all right?" she asked tentatively, her eyes wide in concern.

"Yes, Jane. Don't worry. Could you please bring it later?" Hermione asked impatiently, trying to hide the tears in her eyes. But it was too late.

"Yeah, sure." Jane answered obediently. But she didn't seem to be convinced though she chose to do wise thing, she left alone Hermione in the silence office. After composing herself, Hermione stood up firmly and picked up a quill and piece of parchment to write a quick message to Ginny. Crying wasn't improving the situation.

Ginny,

I need to see you. I am dead bored here!

Why don't we meet at the Bittenapple for lunch?

Waiting your reply…

Hermione.

She found her owl Silver and attached the letter to her, stroking her head. Silver hooted, and was off. Hermione shivered slightly as Ron' words floated through her mind. Stupit git. Just like everthing was great, he had to come to make feel her more gloomy, even if that was possible. She heard a tap on her window. She grabbed the letter instantly.

Hermione,

Fifteen minutes, I will be there.

Ginny.

Hermione wiped away the tears and went out of the room to find Jane. She was sitting at her desk. Hermione kindly requested her to register some paperwork in her place. Jane voluntarily accepted since she could feel the stress Hermione had had lately. Hermione was grateful, after she explained her the technique on the track, she went out of the Ministry and breathed the fresh air. Then she decided to walk to the restaurant to clear her mind.

She sat a their usual table in the restaurant. (She and Ginny usually met for their lunch) she decided to for wait Ginny to order the meal. But she was already doubtful she would eat anything.

After about five minutes she arrived, Ginny entered the restaurant with a concerned look on her face. Walking briskly, she approched the table.

"Hello Hermione!"

"Hi, Ginny!" Hermione greeted back her sheepishly.

"I hope, there is nothing wrong, is there?" Ginny asked as she sat kindly across Hermione.

"No Ginny. We haven't had a chance to catch up lately. I was so busy. So were you. And I do know that you have a lot to tell me!" Hermione tried hard to mask her hurt. Her face was so pale. Ginny didn't buy that act for sure.

"Come on, Hermione. Who are you kidding? Your eyes are telling a different story."

Her heart was aching. She had to tell someone, because if she didn't she would explode.

"What?" Ginny asked stubbornly.

"Ron came to my office today."

"Uh-huh! I knew it!" Ginny said knowingly. Hermione rolled her eyes, shaking her head slightly.

"He insulted me about Saturday night. He asked me why I had acted weird. Diana has been thinking that I didn't like her."

"Is that the big deal?" Ginny asked with obvious disbelief in her voice. "That you didn't talk to her much? I didn't talk to her, either. He didn't ask me that!" she said exasperated. Hermione just shrugged.

"Argh.. My thick brother. Sometimes I can't understand him." Ginny threw her hands up into the air with frustration.

"Please do not upset yourself Hermione." Ginny comforted warmly taking her hand in hers, seeing how Hermione' eyes getting wetter around the eyes. "He will come to his senses eventually and-"

"And?" Hermione looked into her eyes expectantly.

"And he will apologise soon." She assured surely. "I am sure he is already being regretful now. I know my brother."

"He broke my heart, Ginny." Hermione confessed her voice cracking slightly.

"I know hun.." Ginny said in her motherly tone, giving her a hug.

Hermione finally came home in the evening. It was then that she noticed an owl waiting for her in front of the window. She stared at the owl while approching

hesitantly. She didn't recognize him. The owl hooted impatiently Hermione considered he was waiting her for a long time. She grabbed the letter but the owl didn't move. Hermione understood that he was decided to get a reply. As she saw the sign on the letter, Hermione stood there puzzled.