A/N: Alright, third chapter up already. I am way too kind with this. But how can I not be, with reviews and stuff? It's just fun to check in on my e-mail and noticing how someone new has given me some kind of response, even just by adding my story to their alert list. But still, I live off reviews, so please review, and make my day better : ) And for all of you who have reviewed, thank you so much, it's really great that you like my story already. I hope I won't disappoint you in the future : )
Now, please enjoy the next chapter. It's from Hermione's POV : )

Someone was in my apartment. Why the fuck were there someone in my apartment? And how the hell did they get in? I hadn't heard any locks being broken, and I was sure I had locked it before I went to sleep. I looked at the clock who hung on the wall above my desk. It was almost eight in the evening, it was only a couple of hours since I went to bed. Who the fuck would break in to someone's apartment at this time?
"Hermione? Are you here?"
What? Okay, this was apparently someone I knew, but who would visit me now without telling me? Well, who would visit me in the first place? I didn't know many people, I stayed away from them as much as I could after the last letter Ginny sent me. I silently jumped out of the bed and went to my desk, I almost lost my balance at first. I guess I was still drunk, then. I had hidden my wand deep down in my drawer. Even thought I hadn't used it in nearly seven years I kept it, just for situations like these. It felt weird holding it again, weird, but right. Like it belonged there. Silently I ran towards the door and hid behind it. I was ready to ambush who ever the burglar was. They would learn how bad an idea it is to just break in to my apartment. I held my wand ready as the door began to open and the stranger spoke again, "Hermione?"

That voice. It was so familiar, yet it belonged to a stranger, like it was a voice I hadn't heard in years.
Someone took a step forward and in to the room. I took a silent step to the right and pointed my wand towards the silhouette while I whispered petrificus totalis.
Whoever it was fell to the floor face first, unable to move. I jumped over the stiff body and went for the light. As I turned to see who it was, I almost fainted. I let out a little scream and backed out of room. I walked to the kitchen, numb in my entire body. I wasn't sure if I could breathe. Hell, I wasn't even sure if this is real. Damn! I had to be dreaming. There was no way in hell she could be here. Absolutely no way in hell. I turned to the refrigerator and opened it, searching for a bottle of firewhiskey and emptied about a fourth of it at once. If this was real, I could really need a bottle or two of it. I went back in to my bedroom and prepared to let her have her movement back. I was barely able to walk, the last firewhiskey was really going to my head, and considering that I was drunk already when I woke up, I was surprised I could walk at all.

When I got back, well, she still laid there of course. My heart dropped as I saw her properly. She still looked just the same, with her bright ginger hair, pale skin and freckles. The only thing that had changed, was that she was taller, her hair longer and she was definitely more muscular. She was even more beautiful than I remembered her. I noticed something in her hand, a piece of parchment, my handwriting was visible. I read trough it quickly, it was the letter I had sent only a couple of hours earlier.
What the hell? How could she have it already? It wasn't that long since I sent it. This wasn't possible, unless she was nearby already. Does Ginny really live here in London? I sat down on my bed, not quite sure what to think. I sat there for a moment, just thinking about what had just happened. I decided this had to be a dream, there is no way this could be real. I shook my head, I was sure I was dreaming.
I looked down at Ginny and muttered the counter spell. She stretched her limbs, getting the movement back properly. She rose and looked at me. It's difficult to describe the look in her eyes, she looked worried, scared, relieved and.. insecure? Ginny Weasly insecure? Well, that's not something you see every day.
It was only a moment after she stood up before I spoke, "Well, I've had many dreams of you through the years, usually they repeat themselves, but this one is new. Must say I'm impressed , though, it's by far the most lifelike I've ever had." I took another large sip of firewhiskey. It burned down my throat, but in a good way. I could feel I was getting more and more drunk. It felt good, really good. It made things easier to handle, even if I was dreaming. Ginny took a step towards me, the stood right in front of me now, looking down at me. She had tears in her eyes. As she gently took the bottle of firewhiskey away from me, she whispered; "this isn't healthy for you"
"Screw healthy", I replied, a little angry she took away the only thing I felt could save me, right now. Ginny put the bottle on my desk, she had her back turned to me while she spoke;

"you know, Hermione, when I decided to come here tonight, I never expected things to be this bad. I mean, I expected the worst, I was sure I was going to find you dead. But look around you, look at the mess and the filth around you, look at this bottle, it's the largest bottle of firewhiskey you can get, it's a whole litre, and you drink it like it's water, how much have you had to drink today? Never mind, I don't want to know right now. Look at yourself, Hermione. When is the last time you had a haircut? Or a shower for that matter. And look at how skinny you are, do you even eat anything? Christ, Hermione, I expected it to be bad, but not like this".

Ginny turned around to look at me. Tears were falling down her cheeks and her voice was trembling when she spoke. It stung in my heart to see her like this, but I didn't really care. It was just a dream, and this was a painful one, it was so real and this one made Ginny care about her. Therefore I didn't feel bad when I spoke my next words, filling them with as much acid and venom as I possibly could; "Look *Ginerva Weasly*, this really isn't any of your business, is it? It's my life, and nearly seven years ago you told me to get the hell out of your life. Yes, I had a hard time letting go, but I have now. I'm finally getting out of your life, isn't that what you always wanted? Now. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Apartment! NOW, before I hex you. And I must warn you, that spell I used on you, is the first one I have used in nearly 7 years. Who knows, maybe I've gotten a little rusty and mess up a spell? Would you like to stay and find out?" These words broke my soul, but I knew I was just dreaming, so she wouldn't get hurt by my words. She stared at me, her face filled with pure shock. I don't think she was able to say anything, or even move. I just glared at her, breathing heavily.
"MOVE!", I yelled. My voice has never reached a volume like that. Just another proof this was all a dream. She slowly started to move towards my bedroom door. She paused before left and spoke;
"I'll leave. But I'll take all alcoholic beverages you have with me for the night. I'll come back tomorrow morning, you'll be sober then. I'll bring these back tomorrow, but we need to speak. Please go back to bed, and I'll see you tomorrow morning. accio alcohol" and then she disapparated. Away from me, away from my dream. I walked to the kitchen to get some firewhiskey, I needed to calm my nerves. Shit, it was nothing there. Oh, right, she took it all with her. Damn. And there was no way I could get a deliverance at this hour.

I decided to go back to bed, this was just too much for me today. I headed back in to my bedroom and went to bed. Hell if I was putting it back in the drawer if she decided to return, I was going to be prepared to hex her brains to madness if she dared to come again. I drifted off to a dreamless sleep, angry with myself for letting me create dreams like this. No, tomorrow morning I would make up, and my refrigerator would contain firewhiskey again, and I would spend another day moping around at work and then get home, get drunk and pass out. Just like I always did.