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Annoyance. Anger. Frustration. Embarrassment. Those were just some of things Hermione felt as she Aparated home from Draco's flat. Crookshanks was there waiting eagerly and gave her a curious, "where and with whom have you been all night, Missy" look.

"Don't give me that," she told him as she went into the kitchen. Hermione started fixing herself a cup of tea when Crookshanks meowed. Her neglected cat was sitting next to his empty food dish. "Oh, Crookshanks, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to forget you," she tried to explain to him. Presently, Hermione replenished her cat's bowl and went back to the boiling water on the stove. Once her tea was made, Hermione sat down at the table with the morning edition of The Daily Prophet. She was interrupted by Crookshanks again, but this time he merely hopped up onto her lap where he sat contentedly as she read her newspaper.

Crookshanks' purring was disturbed when Hermione took the cat in her arms and brought him into her bedroom. She let him down on the bed as she kicked off her shoes. She then joined Crookshanks on the unslept in bed. Hermione let out a yawn and Crookshanks meowed at her once more. With a sigh, Hermione told him what happened the night before. For some reason, once she was done, she felt relief that she had told him. It's not like she could have gone to Harry or Ron about her situation with Draco.

"He misses his mum. It was so sad to see him like that," she said as she stroked the feline. "Then again, he did think I took advantage of him. The nerve! I would never do something like that, Crookshanks." She scratched him behind the ears and continued, "you know, he would be so lucky if someone like me were to, well, you know, get involved with him." Crookshanks then started licking her fingers and soon enough Hermione had fallen asleep.

Hermione was awakened only by the sound of someone coming through the Floo Network. She jumped off her bed leaving adisturbed Crookshanks and rushed to her fireplace.

"Hermione! Where are you?"

"Harry, I'm right here. No need to shout," she said as she approached the fireplace.

"Oh, are you busy?" he asked her.

"Not really," she responded.

"Good, then I'm coming through." Harry gave her no time to respond. As soon as she stepped back from the fireplace, Harry was coming out of it. Before Harry could traipse ash into her flat, Hermione cast a quick cleansing spell, and invited Harry in.

"So, Harry, what's going on?" she asked him as they took a seat on the couch. She always knew when something was bothering Harry.

"I went to Godric's Hollow last night," he sighed. Hermione's heart went out to him. She knew Harry liked to go there by himself occasionally looking for closure but never finding it.

"What happened?" she asked him.

"I found something," Harry said as Crookshanks jumped up on his lap.

"What was it?"

"I was walking in the woods were my parents' house was and I tripped and fell. And when I got up I noticed this tree in front of me. It's dead," he explained as he stroked Crookshanks, "but there was something on it. JP + LE was carved in a heart on this tree. I just," he let out a sigh, "broke down."

"Oh, Harry."

"I'm glad I found it though," he said quickly. "I went back there to think about them and then I find something that was theirs. It's like they were leading me to it, telling me that they're still with me." Harry smiled to himself and looked over to Hermione. He eyed her curiously for a minute and furrowed his brow. "Aren't those the same clothes you were wearing yesterday?" Hermione looked down at her clothes. Yes, they were. Of course, she didn't change when she got home that morning and fell right asleep.

"Yes," she said nervously, "they are."

"Why are you wearing yesterday's clothes, Hermione?"

"I beg your pardon?" she asked him, trying to buy herself some time.

"I said, Why. Are. You. Wearing. Yesterday's. Clothes?" he emphasized.

"Oh!" Hermione said shaking her head, "I was in the mood for a Frappuccino and I couldn't wait until I got up and showered, so I just threw on yesterday's clothes and ran to Starbucks earlier." Crookshanks meowed at her, but Harry and seemed to buy it. What was she supposed to say? Well you see Harry, the thing is, I spent the night at Draco Malfoy's flat. No that definitely wouldn't have gone over well. They sat there in comfortable silence for a while until Hermione let out a yawn.

"I thought you went for coffee this morning?" Harry asked her suspiciously.

"I did."

"Then why are you yawning? You look exhausted."

"I look exhausted because I had a long week at the hospital and I didn't get much sleep last night. As for my coffee," she told it, "it was decaf."

"Since when do you drink decaffeinated coffee?" Harry snorted. He knew Hermione was nothing without her caffeine buzz in the morning.

"Well, it's better for you," she said, "and besides, it's not like I have anything of importance to do today. I'm not going to be running around the hospital. I was just going to relax."

"Well, in that case I'll leave you to it," Harry said as he scooted Crookshanks off his lap and got up.

"No, Harry I didn't meant it like–"

"I know, but I've got some things to do before the meeting tomorrow anyway. I just really wanted to come over and tell you about the tree. You do the whole, 'feelings' thing better than Ron. I mean, I'll tell him about it and he's supportive and all, but you just, get it." Hermione couldn't help but smile as she walked Harry over to the fireplace.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Harry," she said as he stepped into the fireplace.

Harry turned around, "you know, too bad I was never a Legilimens."

"Why's that, Harry?" she asked him.

He gave her a cheeky smile that could have rivaled Draco's. "Because I have a feeling there's something going on with you that you're not telling me. It's probably the reason why you're in your clothes from yesterday, why you weren't here last night when I Floo'd you, and why you seem a bit distracted lately." Hermione's face reddened and she opened her mouth to explain to Harry. "Hermione it's okay. Just remember," Harry said, "I'm not the one who had a problem with Krum and McLaggen. Whatever or whoever it is, don't feel like you need to hide it from me." And with that, he was gone.

"Oh Harry," Hermione sighed to the now empty fireplace, "you have no idea."

Author's Note–I am so sorry for not updating sooner! I have a laundry list of excuses included but not limited to: partial writer's block, work, the celebration of my birthday last weekend, a spontaneous trip down the shore Friday night, two graduation parties, and late showing of POTC last night. Right now I am nursing sunburn but as I have been so neglectful these past two weeks, I really wanted to give you guys something. I'll be honest, this is really just a filler chapter and I'm not too crazy about it. Someone asked where Harry and Ron went and I kept on putting off including them in the last few chapters. Honestly, I hate writing for any character that isn't Draco or Hermione; I feel like I can't quite capture them. The next chapter will be up soon, seeing as I've got my momentum back. Now, this AN has officially gone on too long so, thanks for your patience and thanks for reading. Let me know what you guys think.