A/N: My first one, so please R&R. I have had this on my mind for some time, finally have the courage to post. I don't own any of the characters from JK Rowlings lovely works. I wish. 3D

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"Hermione Granger" Harry Potter called out into the seemingly empty apartment. A few moments of silence followed by a few moans and something falling onto the floor gave Harry a bit of relief that today, she was ok. Taking a few careful steps through the clutter and debris scattered on the floor of her apartment, he made his way into her bedroom. Hermione was still asleep, hair everywhere, naturally, and she wasn't alone. He grabbed at her protruding ankle peeking out from a tangle of sheets and limbs.

"Harry…" she woke with a groan.

"Get up Hermione" he demanded the groggy and disheveled witch.

Without a word, she untangled herself and stood up. Clad only in a pair of boyshorts and her bra, Hermione stumbled to the bathroom. Once she had shut the bathroom door, Harry kicked the edge of the bed near the sleeping man.

"Time to go!" Harry pulled the covers off him to prove that his time was up. The man scrambled to his feet, grabbing the clothes he could find and tugging them on under the watchful eye of Potter.

"Aren't you…" the man began to question before Harry practically pushed him out the door.

"Bugger" he mumbled under his breath.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione questioned Harry from the hall outside the bathroom. She had pulled on an over sized quidditch t shirt and was biting her nails as she waited for his response.

"It's Saturday." He said in a matter of fact tone. For the last 7 months or so Harry has come by Hermione's flat on Saturday. Every Saturday. He was checking on her. She refused to admit that she needed it. So every Saturday Harry came by not wanting to be the father figure she needed, and her feeling the same. Neither one spoke of the intentions behind the visits. "Do you have anything to eat around this place." he asked her noticing that she has lost weight even from the last time he had seen her. She rolls her eyes at the question.

"Ginny says to tell you hello" Hermione makes an audible scoff. "Why can she not just do it herself?" Ginny used to come every Saturday as well. That ended after a huge fight between the three of them about 5 months ago. Since then only Harry comes to visit. She hasn't even met the children Harry and Ginny have.

"You know why" Another touchy subject. Harry sighed and hung his head in defeat. Nothing is changing. Every week he comes to check on her. Make sure she eats, has clean clothes, showers, hasn't done anything to harm herself besides what she is already partaking in. His hope is that one day she will have enough and go back to the old Hermione. The one that was his best friend, one third of the golden trio, war heroine, and the smartest person he had ever met. The fact that she is extremely stubborn and determined to keep going the way she is living, is beginning to drive Harry away. Ron gave up a long time ago. Hermione and Ron fought constantly. She wanted help from him, support and sympathy but that wasn't Ron. Ron was tired of babying her all the time. He wanted her to grow up and get over it, but she had a hard time letting go of the loss and the trauma from the war. She saw healers to try and figure out what was making her not herself. After one particularly bad fight, Hermione found herself drinking too much firewhiskey alone and forgot that she had begun dinner. Ron came home to the flat nearly burned down. He moved out the next day. That was the last time they spoke.

"Let's just get some lunch Hermione" Harry threw a pair of jeans at her and made for the door.

"Fine"

…...

There was a small cafe not far from her flat. A Lot of times Hermione would get coffee there when she came home late. Some of the older waitresses kept an eye on her for obvious reasons but she enjoyed the company. When Harry came they always sat in the same booth towards the back. Making a little small talk between the two of them felt forced. Hermione was sick and Harry was beginning to lose patience. He tried to catch her up on the ministry politics and how their mutual friends were getting along, but she always seemed that she was less than interested. Her eyes have grown almost vacant over the last few weeks. While he spoke she fought the urge to roll her eyes by picking at the skin around her nails.

"Are you listening?" Harry finally asked. He had noticed her staring off at nothing in particular.

"Yeah, I'm just hungry." As if on cue, their lunch came, each of them getting their usual order. For the most part, they ate in silence. Hermione was starving so she was more focused on food than pretending to care about what he was saying.

Once they were done, Harry paid the bill and the both of them began their walk back to her flat. Now that she was full, she felt like she needed a nap. The weather outside was cool, the beginning of fall. It made her miss the times spent together at school. Hogwarts will always have a special place in her heart, even though it was years ago that they left.

Slowing in front of her building, Harry pulled into a tight hug. "Please come back with me?" He asked knowing her answer before he asked.

She couldn't let Ginny see her like this. Or his boys. She had to get straight on her own and she didn't know if she was ready for that yet. Too much has happened. Too much has hurt her. She was fine where she was. When she was ready she would go back. Not today. He asked every week, she didn't mind, but she never said yes. Maybe one day.