"Are you sure this place is even livable now? It hasn't been used for a year!" Ron said with a look of utter disgust on his face. "I mean Kretcher wasn't even here to…."

"Ronald!" Hermione was starting to scowl, "Don't even start on Kretcher!"

"Let's not talk about house elves right now." Harry said as they roamed number 12 Grimauld Place. Even with all their efforts two years ago, it still was horrible but the only safe place they had to go to. "And yes, it'll be fine, it's not as if we have a lot of options though."

They climbed the stairs to their rooms. The house was eerie without any members of the Order there, not that it wasn't with them there either. Hermione couldn't sleep alone in her room. Weird shadows, weird noises. She slipped into the boy's room and over to Ron's sleeping form.

"Ron." She whispered. "Ron." She shook him a little.

"What? Hermione, what is it?" He looked worried.

"No, no everything is fine. I can't sleep." She blushed slightly.

"Oh…um…here." He moved over so she could lie down.

"Thanks. It's just, well frightening."

"Yeah. Very." He was extremely thankful that it was dark because he was, if it was possible, even redder then his hair. She had shivered and without thinking, he wrapped his arm around her.

"Thanks."

He waited until her breathing slowed and he was sure she was asleep before he kissed her on the forehead and drifted into slumber himself.

"Will you let it go Harry?" Ron's face was now a deep purple.

"I just wanted to know how you and Hermione ended up like that. All nice and tangled up together. Not every day you wake up and see your two best friends like that."

"I told you, she couldn't sleep and so she came in here!"

"Okay, okay, I believe you. Just don't move too fast. I mean you've only liked her for how long now?"

"Sod off!" Harry doubled over, howling with laughter.

They walked down to the kitchen where Hermione welcomed them to a nice, full breakfast.

"It's so nice to be able to use magic outside school now." She said as she levitated some pumpkin juice to the table. "So what do we do now?"

"What we have to do." He shrugged. "We look through anything we find useful, we'll go to Flourish and Blotts and buy out the entire store if we have to. We find the four-" He was interrupted by Hedgewig flying into the kitchen.

"Who?"

"Hogwarts has been closed."

"Oh." Hermione gasped.

"And Professor McGonagall has something she needs to talk to us about. She'll be here later today."

"What do you thing it is?" Ron asked

"Don't know."