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A/N : Chapter Six: Hooray! Thank you all for all the positive feedback! Thanks tons :).. Err, This chapter takes place straight after the fifth one, Well Days after maybe but hey!.. Review, Constructive Critism or just to say it was good. :) Thankyoou! Do Enjoy..

More Than Okay.

Chapter 6: "What if." Is a little more than impossible..

It had been days, long, tiring, silent days since Ron had left and there had been no sign whatsoever of his safe journey home, which possibly, didn't happen.

Hermione had spent most nights silently curled up in her bed, with a book infront of her. She'd pretend to read, oddly flicking pages, staring up at the doorway of the tent, and crying herself to sleep when Ron hadn't revealed himself below the canopy. This had caught Harry's attention since the second night after Ron had left. Harry also kept telling himself, He'll come back in the morning, all smiley, ready to carry on the search shouting something like, "Gotcha!", Totally forgetting everything had happened.. Sadly, Harry knew he couldn't turn back time and apologise, because even if he did, He wouldn't know how to.. The feeling of driving his ex best friend away was driving him mad.

Hermione placed a finger on the top of the page she'd supposedly been reading.

"Hermione, Please don't turn the page.." Harry spoke quietly, always giving Hermione a slight reassuring smile. "Please don't."

Hermione nodded, putting the book down beside her. "He's not coming back, is he?"

Harry felt even worse about what had happened, such remorse built up inside of him when Hermione's eyes were filled with tears. He watched her eyes drift away from the doorway of the tent, over to Ron's bed.

"I don't know, Hermione.. But right now, I don't think so." Harry turned away from her and leant against the sink with his hands on the rim of the basin. He began to wonder where Ron was, if he'd arrived back at the Burrow, or maybe even Grimmauld place? What if he'd been caught by the ministry? What if he'd confessed everything? What if he'd stayed loyal to Harry and Hermione, and kept himself quiet? What if he was missing them too..

Harry turned back to Hermione, dismissing all thoughts of Ron temporarily from his head.

"Mione?"

Hermione nodded in silence, wiping tears from her cheeks as they were replaced with fresh ones.

"Can you answer me something, and do it honestly?" Harry asked, walking over to her bed and kneeling down beside it.

She nodded again in response.

"Do you still, want to go back to Hogwarts?" Harry stretched his arm across the bed for her hand, Once finding it he held it in his. Her hand being strangely cold, in contrast to his.

"Well.." Hermione spoke up finally, still as quiet as previous. "I guess so, but I don't want to put you in danger like I said, you've done so much for me."

Harry shook his head, "Don't be stupid, you're the one who's done alot for me.." He paused, shuffling on his knees and straightening his back up properly, "But I'm willing to go back to Hogwarts, for you - For us. If you really want."

Hermione wiped her eyes again, "Really? Well, Only if it's what you want aswell."

Harry became less concious of the smile taking over his face, "I want whats best for you." He took his thumb and wiped the tears away from her face before leaning in and kissing her lightly on the forehead. "We've still got stuff there from before summer, We'll head straight back tonight."

Hermione nodded, "Ok.. " Her stiffened frown changed into a slight smile, "Thank you."

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As night fell, They had finished packing the tent, and they were ready to set off for Hogwarts.The site where the tent had been had flattened the grass solid, and the dew that hung from it glistened in the gentle moonlight.

Hermione turned to Harry, "Are you sure this is what you want?"

Harry nodded, "Would I have packed up the tent if it wasn't?"

Hermione smiled, "True.. Thanks again Harry, for everything."

Harry smiled, "Come on, give me you're hand." He paused, "If we wait any longer to apparate, then we wont get a decent night's sleep."

Hermione nodded, holding out her hand for Harry to take, and once feeling the warmth of his hand against hers, she was knocked back by the familar, distinctive feeling of apparation. Her head was spinning uncontrollably making her feel sick to the pit of her stomach.. The feeling came to a sudden hault in the middle of the entrance hall as they landed on their backs on the cold concrete floor.

Hermione sat up stiffly, holding her head, "You okay?"

Harry nodded, "Yeah. Just - ow - realised how little magic we used when we were on the search."

"You're right there, Harry." Hermione stood up slowly, looking around. "Where is everyone?"

"Asleep maybe? It's around 4am." Harry said glancing at a clock behind him. "Forget that decent night sleep thing then."

Hermione nodded, "Yeah.." She held a hand out for Harry to take and helped him up as the faint yet distinctive sound of whispering filled her ears, "Can you hear that?"

"I can, it's coming from.." He looked around seeing the door to Professor McGonagalls office slightly ajar, "Over there."

Hermione crept over beside Harry to the door of McGonagall's office, peering inside they were shocked to see the familar face standing infront of McGonagall's desk..

"Kingsley?"