"Well, I'm sorry, Ronald, but how can I tell you that I feel the same when I haven't seen or heard from you in seven years? How do you expect me to react to seeing you again? How am I supposed to feel?" Hermione whispered so soft that her words were barely audible.

"I'm sorry…"

"Sorry doesn't always cut it, Ron." Hermione told him, backing away and shaking her head slightly. "I… I should go, now."

"No, Hermione! I'll go. You just visit with Harry and Ginny."

"No, no. You and Harry go ahead real quick." Ginny told Ron. "Harry can come back in a few minutes."

"Well…ok."

&&&

"So, that was, epic…" Ginny started.

"More like horrifying. Ginny, do you know how many times I've thought of what I was going to do to Ron when I finally saw him again?"

"No…"

"Gods, so many times… At first I was angry with him for leaving me here. Then, I was sad, and finally, I was thankful that he brought me here. Sure I have scars, practically everywhere. Most of them from the past battles we went through. And others…" Hermione motioned towards her wrists.

"I know, Mione. I know. But." Ginny paused slightly. "Do you still love Ron?"

"Yes."

"Then why be so harsh?" Ginny asked.

"Because. He left me here."

"True." Ginny agreed, first, staring at Hermione's wrists, then to the ground below her.

"So… how is everyone? You know your mum, Ron, Harry and the rest of the family?"

"Well, I guess you could say that Mum and the rest of the family is good. But, Ron is an alcoholic, Harry is addicted to Marijuana, and I am a hooker on the streets. How's that for fine?"

"Because of me…"

"No!" Ginny yelled. "Not because of you. Because we are all messed up in our bloody heads since Harry finally defeated Voldemort once and for all."

"I know." Hermione whispered. "But, how am I supposed to leave here without a home to go to?"

"What?" Ginny asked confusingly.

"I am scheduled to be admitted back into the real wizarding world, in two days. And I have no place to go. My Mum and Dad were murdered, remember?"

"You can live with us."

"On one condition, Ginevera Weasley."

"What?" Ginny asked.

"You quit working in the streets, Harry quits marijuana, and Ron quits drinking."

"Ron's an alcoholic, Hermione. He can't just stop."

"How often does he have that nightmare?" Hermione asked, sounding like her old self.

Ginny smirked at Hermione's book warmish ways. "Only once a month. He says it's more often. But, Harry says that every month, on the same date, Ron wakes up in a cold sweat, screaming."

"What day?"

"The 30th of every month."

"The same date as the day I…"

"Yes."

"So, Ginny, you realize what this means, right?"

"What?"

"He's not an alcoholic, he just drinks occasionally."

"But, I thought…"

"No, Ginny, remember, my aunt was an alcoholic. I know who is and who isn't"

"Of course!" Ginny screamed. "So, in two days, I will be here, to pick you up. And, to have you move in with the rest of us. Agreed?"

"Agreed." Hermione answered, giving Ginny a giant bear hug.

"I'll tell Harry and Ron." Ginny smiled.

"And I'll start packing."

"See you in two days."

"Yup, two days."

"And, Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"Why do you have more cuts on your arms than when you got here?"

Hermione looked at Ginny in a serious tone. "I tried to kill myself more than once. That's why I was here for longer than expected."

"Oh." Ginny gaped.

"Well, I should start packing. And you should tell Harry and Ron. I'll see you Thursday."

"Thursday. Right. See you soon." And with that, Ginny ran over to the boys and started conversing with them about the plan, and the bargain. While Hermione ran to her room to begin packing.