Hermione awoke form a dreamless sleep, the first she had since…since, no she was not going to think about it. Hermione could almost feel the remaining presences of Harry sitting there watching over her. Though he was not there Hermione still felt the comfort and assurance as if he was there. Looking over to Ginny's bed Hermione knew that she had slept in late, judging but the lighting in the room she would wager that it was near noon. Hermione stood up and brushed here hair back, she examinied her self in the mirror, she looked so pail and thin, but what could she expect when she hadn't really eaten in the past two days.

"Hermione dear, nice to see you are up," warmly smiled Mrs. Weasley, "We were beginning to worry about you."

"I'm fine," lied Hermione, "I'm doing better," she added truthfully.

"That's nice to hear," nodded Mrs. Weasley, "Do you think you can handle a spot of breakfast?"

"Something light I think," managed Hermione.

"What would you like dear?"

"Toast would be fine."

"Toast it is then."

"Where is everyone?" asked Hermione looking around the empty Burrow.

"Arthur is out working, and everyone else is out back practicing Quiditch."

Hemione nodded her head in understanding as she bit into her toast. This seemed like it was the best the world could be, she was in a quiet cozy place with a bit of toast and the option of curling up in a chair and reading a book, a place to get away from it all.

"They should be back in any minute though," remarked Mrs. Weasley, "They've been out there for a couple hours and not a one of them has eaten any lunch."

Curling up with a book suddenly seemed like less of an option. Hermione was not sure she liked the idea of being around everyone, but it was inevitable seeing as the three were heading up the path back to the Burrow.

"They are on their way now," mumbled Hermione.

"What was that dear?" asked Mrs. Weasley who never got an answer for Ron, Harry and Ginny had just entered from practicing.

"How was practice dears?" asked Molly turning from her work.

"Fine," answered Ginny taking off her chaser's gloves.

"That good," answered Molly, "I almost have lunch read so you might as well come sit at the table."

"Great I'm starving," remarked Ron, as he was first to become visible to the kitchen and dining area, "Hermione you're up!"

"Feeling any better?" asked Harry as he entered the kitchen and dining area next.

"A bit," nodded Hermione.

"That's good to hear," smiled Ginny bringing up the rear.

"Now let's not bother Hermione too much she has been through a lot. You sure you don't want anything else?" asked Molly as she scanned Hermione's slight frame.

"No I'm sure."

When Harry entered the Burrow and laid eyes on Hermione again, his mind was flooded with the thoughts of the night prior. Every emotion that he felt towards Hermione returned though he had tried once already to banish them. He just couldn't stop looking at her, everything in him compelled him to be with her. These feeling caused Harry ask Hermione, "After lunch would you care to go for a walk with me?"

Hermione was surprised by Harry's proposal, but found it most welcome, "That sounds wonderful."

In fact Hermione found Harry's invite most welcome. It would allow her to get away.

"Not too far," reminded Mrs. Weasley, as Harry and Hermione got up to leave the Burrow.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Weasley, we haven't forgotten about the charm on the house," assured Harry.

"Have fun dears," warmly smiled Molly reassured of Harry and Hermione's safety.

Ron glared as he watched the two leave. He knew what Harry was thinking, he could read it on his face. It was the exact way Ron felt every day, an intense desire just to be with Hermione. Ron wrestled with his jealousy, he knew acting on it would only hurt Hermione, it did every time, but it would hurt especially now.

"Ron would you mind helping with the dishes?" asked Molly seeing as Ron was the only one in the kitchen at the time. Ginny had slipped out while Ron was seething. This request increased the bad taste in Ron's mouth, that bad taste was the taste of jealousy, piercingly metallic.

When Hermione reached out side, she gave a sigh. The sun was out and it was a beautiful day. The temperature was perfect, the sky was a crisp blue it was almost as if Hermione had walked into a faire tale. Hermione would have smiled if her heart still wasn't so heavy. Harry looked at Hermione longingly, he would have to wait, this was not the time, and slow was the answer. The two walked in silence for a time until Hermione broke the silence.

"So, do you have anyone in mind to replace Katie Bell?" Hermione typically wasn't into Quidditch, but it was something to talk about and help her keep her mind off current events.

"I have no clue," admitted Harry, "I'll have to hold try outs again."

"Hopefully they won't be like last year, where there was a scuffle between two of the possible players."

"Let's hope not," agreed Harry.

"I just wish I knew who the head boy is," remarked Hermione with a sigh.

"Who knows," shrugged Harry, "Hopefully it won't be some one from Slytherin."

"Hopefully," agreed Hermione, "I think it might end up being some one from Ravenclaw."

"Maybe."