The Weasleys' common room appeared in front of Hermione as Fleur's faded and soon she saw herself being helped, by a very sleepy Harry, to bring the two drunk girls into Ginny's room.

"How was the night?" The boy whispered after they had put the girls on the beds and left the room

"Wonderful. She cooked for us, bacon stuffed chicken breast and pasta with pesto sauce. The wine was splendid and I think Ginny gave up hating her, thank Merlin!" Hermione had an unnoticed smile on her lips and Harry smiled at it.

"Good to know! Are you spending the night? I wanted to talk to you about some things…"

"Uhm, Ginny told me. I have to go home actually, but we could meet at the diagon alley tomorrow. Say, after lunch?"

"Perfect! I've been wanting to ask you to lend me a book…"

"Oh, crap! I forgot to give Fleur the book I brought her. I'm sorry, Harry. I must go quickly. But yeah, just tell me the name…" Not waiting for another word from Harry, she grabbed a handful of powder and threw it on the fireplace after stepping into it. "Fleur's Apartment" Harry heard her say clearly.

In a second she was again on Fleur's living room. As she opened her eyes, she was greeted with the view of a sleeping Fleur with a book, she was apparently reading, laying open on her stomach. Hermione smiled. She was beautiful sleeping. What the hell! She was beautiful doing anything. She forced herself to focus and stop staring, retrieved the book from her purse and conjured a pen and a piece of paper. Quickly wrote a small note for the blonde woman, leaving it and the book on the center table in front of the sleeping woman. Hermione sighed and disapparated. She appeared in her own room and got ready to sleep, which she did rather quickly.

The next morning Hermione woke up with a content smile plastered on her face, which didn't go unnoticed by her mother who smirked as she saw the good mood her daughter was in when the younger woman entered the kitchen giving good morning.

"I see the night was good…" She said, making Hermione blush.

"Yes, wonderful food and wine… And company, obviously." She smiled. "Mom, I have to meet Harry today. Apparently, there are some issues we must solve about the flat. And I'll probably move there today too. I hoped we could have a family lunch today?"

"Of course, dear!" The older woman had a sad smile on her face.

"Will you need any help with the moving out? You haven't packed anything yet… Oh right, magic" Her father said, mockingly. He entered the room when she said she would move out that day.

"I could use a drive. It's a lot of things and I should at least pretend to be a normal person as we brought the flat in a muggle neighborhood…"

"Perfect! We could have lunch in London and then we meet when you and Harry figure everything out. Around six? We could get everything in the car before we leave to lunch." The man was excited to help his daughter.

"Sure. I hope Harry and I are able to fix everything by then."

They finished breakfast and Hermione went to her bedroom so she could pack everything. Just when she finished - she had been deciding what would go and what wouldn't - her father knocked on her open door.

"Ready, sweety?"

"Yes…" They made about three travels carrying boxes from her room to the car. "I think that's all…" She said as she entered her room once more and saw that all the boxes were gone. Looking around, she felt overwhelmed and started crying silently until she felt her mother's arms around her and then her father's.

"Shhh… Hermione, dear, you will be an hour away and you can come here anytime you want. It will never cease to be your home, baby." The older woman said. When Hermione calmed down, they closed the bedroom door and left to London.

They enjoyed every second they had together at lunch and then left Hermione in front of the Leaky Caldron.

"Here at six?" Her father asked, from the driver's seat. Hermione nodded and bid farewell from the sidewalk. As they drove away, she entered the noisy bar hoping no one would notice her.


Fleur woke up with the sun in her face. She almost fell from the couch when she didn't recognize her surroundings until five seconds later she realized she must have fell asleep while reading. Lazily, she sat up making the book she had been reading fall to the ground. When she stood and took the book from the ground, she noticed a book at the center table. She didn't recognize it and she was pretty much sure it wasn't there before. The veela performed a quick verifying spell on it and sat down again to have a better look at it. As she opened the book, a piece of parchment fell from it. Clearly it was from Hermione. Her heart fluttered and she shamelessly smiled.

Fleur,

I'm sorry for breaking in while you were asleep. It must have taken longer than I thought to put that drunk girls in bed. I wanted to give you this book as a thank you for the veela one you gave me. I don't even know how you feel about Shakespeare nor if you even know it, but that is my favorite play.

Hope you enjoy it,

Hermione

Fleur carefully closed the book she was previously reading, marking where she had stopped, and reopened Hermione's gift. 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' she read. The blonde rested the book on top of the other one and stood to refresh and make herself a cup of coffee. Less than half an hour later she was leaning on her couch once again, mug in hand. She carefully placed the mug on the table and eagerly retrieved the new book, beginning to read it. She had no doubt she would stay home that day, devouring the book the younger woman had just given her.


Hermione kept her head down as she walked through the bar and into the almost deserted magical alley. She walked to the ice-cream shop she knew Harry would be. They had marked the place as a meeting point every time they were in the alley.

"Hi 'Mione!" She heard him say from behind her as she sat at one of the tables. "Your favorite." He gave her an ice cream cone and smiled.

"Thanks, Harry! How's Ginny?" She asked, smirking.

"Hungover, as expected." He smiled. "So is Lun. Molly gave them a long speech before she started taking care of them." They both laughed. "Did Fleur like the book?"

"Uh, she was asleep when I got back. I don't really know. I left it there for her." Harry nodded.

"'Mione, have you given a thought about Sirius' letter? I've been meaning to ask you that…"

"Yes, I have actually. And the answer is actually yes."

"And we could solve this today? I mean, we are here after all. All that is dealt at Gringotts."

"Sure. Ginny said you wanted to figure some things out about the apartment…"

"Oh, It's just that I'm planning on moving today and I hoped we could choose our rooms and organize the apartment."

"Really? I was planning the same…" Soon they were heading to the wizarding bank. "How's Ginny about you moving from the burrow?"

"She's not really happy but understands I need to. I don't really understand what I did to deserve her, 'Mione."

"A lot, Harry. A lot."

They got to the bank and while they were being attended, Hermione noticed that some of the goblins were giving them a nasty look.

"Harry, the last time you were here, you apologized for the damage we made?" She whispered and he shook his head in answer. Hermione turned her attention to the goblin that was attending them: "Before anything else, we would like to formally present our apologies about the recent events we have been involved…" The goblin looked at her in surprise.

"There is no need, Miss Granger. You have done a great service to us all."

"Nonetheless I'd like to apologize. I know it might be a stain on your reputation and it was wrong no matter the circumstances."

"I see. Wait a minute." The goblin stood from his post and entered a room, coming back with an apparently older goblin. They motioned them to follow and the four of them entered yet another room. This one had a lonely giant desk.

"I realize you understand the importance of our reputation to us, goblins. And it admires me that you worried enough to come here to apologize although I'm aware it's not the only reason. There is no sense on you making a big speech apologizing as we all recognize the importance of what happened here. That being said, I would like to know what you would propose to do so." the older goblin said.

"We would like to give you something that symbolically represents our sincere apologies and recognition of wrong doing. Maybe a plaque?" Hermione was making all the exchange there, Harry knew better then to try saying something. He just nodded, agreeing to everything she said. The goblin smiled satisfied.

"I see you know our traditions. And understands them." With a hand gesture, the goblin conjured a brass plaque with nothing written. "I recognize you are gifted with words, Miss Granger, I'll leave it to you."

Hermione looked at the piece of brass and started thinking about what to write. After a few moments, she flicked her wand and words began to magically appear.

Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger sincerely offer to the Goblin community our apologies for what transpired during the Second Wizarding War. We recognize the wrong doing and commit on demonstrating our profound respect for thee.

She looked at both goblins silently asking for their approval. The older one apparently had tears on his eyes, both nodded as they read the words the woman had wisely chosen. Hermione then motioned to Harry who came closer.

"Touch the plaque here with your wand. You will be leaving your magical signature." He nodded and did as he was told. She did the same. "Ronald will come as soon as possible to sign this, we are sorry he is not her now." She said to the goblins. They nodded. That being done, both goblins asked them to wait a little so they could gather the paperwork they would have to sign. When they came back, every single page of it had Sirius's signature. When Hermione signed the last paper, after Harry did so, another parchment appeared in the desk.

"Now, we need you to sign this with your new name." The older goblin said to Hermione. She did so.

The duo left the bank happier than before and with a lighter conscience. They left the alley, quickly passing through the bar, and headed to the apartment. Hermione still had two hours until she had to meet her parents when they got there.


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