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Chapter 6:

She waited for his reaction. His face looked contemplative for a second before his lips turned up into a smile. His eyes twinkled in delight. He was happy for her. She had thought he would've been mad or angry or jealous that she wouldn't be able to spend as much time with him or at least at the thought that she may have to move out, but he wasn't. He was purely happy.

"Good job, Hermione." He patted her on her back in a friendly manner. She sighed in relief, "Not thinking I would be happy with the news?"

"I wasn't sure how you'd react. After all, you are my guest for these weeks, and I would be sort of abandoning you!" She looked at his blank expression and quickly added, "Which I'm not!" He smiled at her again.

"Good. Then I have nothing to be angry about." She felt another wave of relief and something else she wasn't sure of yet when he reached over to put his hand on hers.

Then, her mind started wandering as they drifted into conversation. Was him not being angry or jealous a good thing? Did he even care? Was he happy to be getting rid of her? She tried to shake those thoughts, but she couldn't help it. What if he didn't want to be around her? What if he was annoyed of her already?

"What is on your thoughts?" She snapped out of said thoughts and looked to him. His eyes were full of concern.

They were the most beautiful brown eyes she had ever seen, deep and caring, loyal and trustworthy, sexy and mysterious. Those were eyes she couldn't get enough of. She wanted to stare at them for eternity. And then, she realized how long exactly she had been staring into them without replying to him. His brows furrowed deeper, a frown crossing his features.

"Oh… nothing important, I suppose." She fibbed, sending him a wide smile. He looked unconvinced, and she could tell he was battling within himself. He was trying to decide whether he would call her on it or leave her in her own privacy.

That was another thing she loved about him. She loved how he could mostly judge when to prod and when to not. He was caring and considerate of her feelings, and he had better judgment when it came to women (when she compared it to the boys of Gryffindor when she was at school; 'clueless prats' she mumbled).

He considered his words carefully, "I think that anything that crosses your thoughts for more than a few seconds is important. Your sense of judgment is amazing; it always has been. Something has been bothering you since I have gotten here. If it is simply because I am here, I will have no problems leaving though I would honestly prefer to stay."

"No! It's not your fault!" Sort of. "I love your company!" More than you would probably care to know. "I've just had a lot on my mind." A lot of you.

He didn't seem satisfied with her response. He looked at her questioningly. She wished she could dig herself into the ground. She was not a liar. She was never talented at it like Ron nor did she have the ability to temper tantrum herself out of ways like Ron and Harry did. That left her out of options beside telling the truth. Of course, his gaze wasn't that bad. She just hated to think that she'd have to lie to him.

"I'm worried about Hogwarts?" She questioned more than responded.

Of course, that was partially the truth. She was still deadly worried about teaching. Her job would start in just a week, and she was scared to death. She felt like she had done nothing. She needed to interview two more people to take over her current job at the Ministry. She needed to finalize the lesson plans and tweak them. She needed to adjust her floo network. But, that wasn't what she was presently been preoccupied with for a few weeks. Indeed, it had been her feelings.

'Damned things. They're always ruining everything.' She thought to herself. Of course, as much as she liked figuring things out, her feelings had not been figured out. She was still as unsure as ever. This made her feel very uncomfortable.

He chose his words carefully once more. He opened his mouth and closed it twice before sighing, letting words slip out of his lips, "If you do not trust me yet to be truthful with me, I understand. However, I do not appreciate being played a fool. I hate being toyed with. I hate my emotions being toyed with. I thought you would have thought better of this."

Now, she felt low. She didn't mean to toy with him. She didn't know she had been. She didn't want to give him the impression that she didn't trust him either. She did trust him. After all that had been done and said between them, their friendship was strong and healthy, thriving on trust and compassion. How could she not trust him?

"I didn't mean to hurt you, if I did." She didn't know what else to say.

She looked into his eyes pleadingly, hoping for once he could just look into her eyes and understand everything. If it hadn't been him she had such trouble having feelings for, she would be talking to him about it. Who else would she? Ginny would be her pick about guy problems, but she didn't feel like she wanted to deal with the giggles and shouts that even Ginny's letters would radiate. Ron would snort and make rude remarks. She didn't even want to think about telling her mother how she got into this situation in the first place.

She could picture it now. 'Oh yes, Mother. I am living with a man about four years older. Yes, we did have a relationship. Yes, it was he who invited me to stay with him over summer many times. Yes, it was him I pined over. Yes, it was him before Ron. Yes, it is him I am now pining over again, but… don't get me wrong, Mother, nothing is going on. We're just two healthy, young, nonvirgin people who happen to have had a previous relationship.' She shuddered at the thought. No, her mother would not be finding out about this.

She got back to the situation at hand. She wanted to cry, looking into his eyes. He didn't even look at her, but she could see the hurt and disappointment in his eyes. It practically radiated. She felt guilty. How did she always manage to get herself into this situation? No, it was not the first time.

But, she had had too many pity parties in her own honor lately. She had to move on.

"Viktor, I love you. You're an amazing friend, one of my best. You're amazing. Honestly. I want to tell you so badly what's going on with me. I trust you with my heart and my life, but I need to figure this all out. Please tell me you understand. I couldn't bare it if you didn't." She tried to weakly smile at him when he looked at her.

"I understand." And as the silent, strong man she knew him to be, he stood up before apparating. She looked at her clock to see him at an unknown person's flat. She supposed it was one of his friends.

And then it hit her. She knew exactly who she could ask for advice. She knew it would be tough and a bit painful, but she was almost one hundred percent sure she could get motherly, reasonable advice without making it overly embarrassing. Never in her life did she expect to be asking her.

She swallowed hard before disapparating. Appearing in the burrow, she immediately found Molly. She said her greetings before being enveloped in a massive hug by the woman she took as her own mother, the woman who was here for her with all her wizarding problems.

She loved her own mother dearly. However, she could never talk to her about any of her problems. It was Mrs. Weasley who sat her down to talk about contraceptive potions and spells, Mrs. Weasley who talked to her about self care spells. She was like a second mother. She was always there for her (minus the bit of misunderstanding in her fourth year). Then again, once Hermione had explained the whole situation to her, she apologized frantically. That worried her a bit. What would she say about Viktor Krum, the boy she was allegedly cheating on Harry with. She held back from snorting at the memory.

"Oh, Hermione dear… you look a bit thin. I was just making dinner Will you be joining us? Charlie's in town, and Fred and George just got back from their trip. I think Ron and Luna are also joining us." It was always Mrs. Weasley who was insisting she eat something. If it was up to the woman, she'd be plump as a plum.

"Sure. I'd love to join in the festivities. First, I was wondering, if you aren't awfully busy, if I could ask for some advice." Molly immediately turned to her, a worried expression gracing her face.

"What's wrong, dear?"

She bit her bottom lip and looked to the ground a bit. She then looked Mrs. Weasley in her face and said, "Boys."

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"Hmph." was all she said before she flicked a single pea at him with her spoon. Yes, there were flaws that Hermione Granger possessed that got her into some sticky situations: She almost burned down her brand new flat three days after she moved in when she attempted to cook a simple pasta sauce straight out of the can; she almost fell straight into deep creature infested waters when she refused to take a broom ride (because of her horrible lack of skill in flying) across a very narrow log to the negotiation chambers of West American goblins; and, she had no aim whatsoever. Thus, her badly aimed pea flew straight past Charlie who didn't even have to move and ended up hitting Bill on the nose.

He turned to her, mirroring Charlie's previous expression (Charlie had now become even more amused and was trying to suppress laughter unsuccessfully). He took a sandwich and chucked it at her. Though she was terrible at flying, she had good reflexes from her early muggle years of softball. She ducked, and it flew over her head and hit Fred Weasley.

He cursed (which earned him a "FRED JONATHON WEASLEY" from Mrs. Weasley) loudly before throwing food of his own. Soon, the whole Weasley clan plus two was chucking food at each other.

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