Heya this was my first fanfic but it has just recently been removed due to some song lyrics I have in the later chapters therefore I have modified it and I am re posting it, slight changes have been made but nothing major to the plot, if you have already read it there is nothing different to what you read before.

Anyway on with the story...

Summery: Ron dies and Harry is giving Hermione the cold shoulder, Why? They don't speak again for 3yrs until Harry accidentally bumps into Hermione at work and some old feelings resurface. H/Hr

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Harry Potter bar my own characters.

Time Heals Everything

Harry vs Hermione: ROUND I

After the final lesson of the day Hermione bid goodbye to Hagrid and hugged him again. It hasn't been that bad she thought. There were the perpetual repulsive glares from the 3rd year Slytherins as she was a Gryffindor, however there were praises and condolences from the other houses. After a successful afternoon Hermione felt capable to face the whole school for the first time and attend dinner that evening.

As soon as she was noticed in the Great Hall conversations stopped and whispers broke out. Lavender jumped up from her seat and ran towards the girl, flinging her arms around Hermione's neck into a death grip hug.

"I cant believe you're here, I was worried when I came up to the common room and you weren't there and then I overheard someone say 'that girl who helped Harry Potter was in Care of Magical creatures today' so I knew it would be you." Lavender said all of this rather fast but beamed when she had finished and grabbed Hermione hand and dragged her to the table where she sat down.

"Nice to see you Hermione," said Dean Thomas smiling at her.

"Yeah I wish Harry would take a leaf out of your book 'Mione, instead of moping around the dorm. He really needs to have some fresh air," said Seamus.

"Oh, erm…he did go out today, we had a little walk," replied Hermione.

"Ah well that's good then."

Yeah brilliant said a sarcastic little voice in her head as she replayed the conversation she had with Harry in head.

Hermione spent dinner in relative silence only speaking when spoken too but thoroughly enjoying her meal. She glanced up once or twice and noticed Draco Malfoy chatting to a couple of younger Slytherins however she caught his eye and he smiled quickly at her. It was apparent no one in Hogwarts knew Malfoy's part in the ending of the war- he'll be an unsung hero she thought- as everyone was treating him with the usual contempt except his 'own kind.' Malfoy had had two choices protect his father or hand him over to Dumbledore and wisely Draco had chose the latter. Well there may still be some hope for him yet.

When everyone had finished their meal she made her way back to the common room with her friends. They were stopped on their familiar journey when a gang of Slytherins emerged before they could make it far past the entrance of the Great Hall.

Great Hermione thought this is all I need.

"So where is the 'Wonder Boy?" Drawled an unfamiliar voice, but drawling in Hermione's book was a familiar wicked trait, "out having another death defying adventure? With his two sidekicks." Hermione could tell this 6th year by the looks of him, particularly stressed the word two. Anger began to boil rapidly under her skin.

"Get lost Adams," growled Dean.

"Sorry, sorry," replied Adams holding his hands up in a mock surrender, "just wanted to see the famous Hermione Granger, Dark Lord Defeater in all her glory, shame what happened to the other one, what was his name? Weasel? I'm sure he will be sorely missed especially among me and my companions." With this comment he smirked and placed his hand on his heart... smirking, also a familiar sinister attribute some people seemed to carry.

Seamus stepped forward but Hermione was quicker, SMACK! Adams stepped back stunned, "don't you dare come near me again or I'll hex you into the next century and screw the consequences!" Shouted Hermione trying to keep her tears at bay.

Adams and his gang glared threateningly at Hermione but turned and left all the same.

"Wow well done Hermione," congratulated Dean

"Yeh another second and I'd 'ave pounded him for ya Hermione," said Seamus while rubbing his knuckles his Irish accent sounding thicker than ever.

She hadn't smacked Adams for his insults about her or to make herself fell better- actually that was a lie she partially was glad she had someone to take her anger out on but mainly she smacked him for Ron, Ron more than Harry anyway. As they climbed though the portrait hole she sighed and went over and sat in her favourite chair by the fire staring mindlessly into it.

Harry was upstairs all alone wallowing in his pit of guilt when he needed her. He did need her; they needed each other. She needed to fight through these complex layers of emotions he was feeling and reach out to him. Her resolve set she stood from her chair.

She was going to make him talk to her whether he liked it or not…

She cautiously made her way up the stone staircase her confidence wavering slightly as she placed her hand on the door handle but she proceeded anyway. She walked in and saw Harry sat on the windowsill gazing out into the grounds, according to Neville he'd been doing this a lot lately. He looked round when she walked in.

"Hi," she ventured and paused, "erm…look, I know you said you didn't want to talk earlier but I really think it would help…Harry?" Her anger from earlier was returning at his predominant silence. "If you're not going to talk let me talk for you," she began, "lets see, your upset that's obvious…angry? Well why wouldn't you be? Voldemort murdered your best friend! Sounds harsh doesn't it? Said out loud... but at least I'm trying to cope with the fact that it's real and not shut myself out from the rest of the world!"

"Shut up!" Growled Harry threateningly. Excellent I'm hitting a nerve.

Her anger was boiling just below the surface ready to explode. "Upset, angry," she continued sarcastically ticking the emotions off with her fingers, "…hmmm guilty. Do you feel guilty? Because you shouldn't it wasn't your fault! We had been through everything with you and this time was no different. You even gave us the chance to back out and we refused."

"Oh so your blaming Ron? You think it's his fault do you?" Snarled Harry.

"No all I'm saying is you can't blame yourself for Ron's decision to help his best friend! It's Voldemort's fault Harry and nothing can change that so what's making you feel so guilty?" shouted Hermione. Obviously not the best way to approach these things- shouting at him- but she could not help it.

"I'm not feeling guilty I'm feeling annoyed. Hermione I don't want to talk to you and if you haven't noticed we are leaving Hogwarts forever in 2 days time and as far as I'm concerned I never want to see you again."

The air suddenly bristled with silent tension.

"Is that what you want? Fine, you might as well just come out and say you wish I were dead instead of Ron because of the way your treating me I may as well be. I feel dead inside!"

Some glimmer of emotion fleeted across his eyes. Confirmation of what she had just said? No Harry's not that evil. Care and regret? Don't be absurd. He was feeling too much hatred towards everyone to feel anything. She gazed into his eyes; those eyes she had grown to recognise were now unrecognisable. They were no longer alive and dancing with happiness but cold and full of loathing. She could feel his glare burning into her. Did I hit a nerve she thought after all he's been emotionless through out all this, maybe I was just wishing for some sort of sign and just imagined it.

Silence followed this speech.

"Is that what you want? That I'd have died instead…you've been harsh Harry but that is just evil."

"Hermione I never said that."

"No but your face conveyed it all."

"I want you to leave me alone," he demanded.

"Fine!" She screamed and with that she turned from the room and stormed out slamming the door and stomping down the staircase like a spoiled child being refused sweets. She reached her room absolutely fuming. How could he do this! How! Her mind screamed and pounded and before she knew it she has hot streams of tears cascading down her face. She paced the room and ultimately flung herself on her bed and cried herself to sleep.