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Hermione felt furious and desperate at the same moment. She couldn't believe that she wasn't able to find anything at all. It was the first time in her entire life where she wasn't successful.

"I'm going to let Harry down," she kept mumbling to herself on her way back home. "He never let me down and the first time he really needs me I'm a complete failure."

The idea of asking Ron to help her had crossed her mind several times in the last few hours. She knew that he loved Harry as much as she did but the fact that he was present the time Harry was wounded was a weak point for all of them. Ron was too proud for his own good. So whenever Hermione had tried to make him talk more about the event Ron would abruptly snap at her. He insisted that everybody thought that Harry's accident and condition was partly his mistake. Hermione couldn't blame him. She would had certainly felt guilty if one of her closest friend or family was injures while she was standing just a few feet away.

She made her way in the small apartment and shut the door close with anger. She sat tiredly on the sofa and threw her bad in a corner next to the coffee table. She had to concentrate and think. There should be a solution. Every single problem has a solution but she was too tired to pressure herself more. She decided to have a shower and then sleep when she heard the strange noise. She turned her head to the source of the noise only to the Weasley's new owl Ben tapping the widow eagerly. She opened the widow and let the tired owl to rest while she was opening the letter.

Dear Hermione,

As you may remember today is Arthur's birthday and I'm organizing a little surprise party. I would be thrilled if you could make it.

Love,

Molly Weasley.

"No, no," Hermione yelled as she started wearing her clothes. She had forgotten Arthur's birthday. Who? Hermione Granger. A moving agenda. She rushed to the front door and apparated to Diagon Alley where she rushed to the nearest bookstore hoping that at the end she could make it.

At the Burrow:

All of them were gathered together. Even Harry was dragged out of Grimmauld place to celebrate Mr. Weasley's birthday. Hermione. They were dancing, chatting laughing. All of them, except from her. She was in deep thoughts. She felt as like she carried all the problems of the entire world on her shoulders. She really wanted to be happy for everyone. For Ron, for Molly, for Arthur…

But as long as the situation wasn't better she couldn't guarantee anything.

"What if Harry stays like that forever?" That was a question which had crossed her mind several times since the incident with the attack. She shook her head trying to make all the bad thoughts to disappear.

"His behavior towards me got better but no matter what we are not the same. He is more distant towards everyone. And he is not my best friend. And, oh my God, I can't live without my best friend."

Hermione's thoughts were interrupted when Ron suddenly without warning came and hugged her tightly from behind.

"Why are so distracted, beautiful? Problem with work again?" Ron was certainly drunk. She could smell the firewisky from miles away. But at this moment she really wanted someone to talk even though and with Harry absent she couldn't find any person more suitable that Ron."

"Ron… I'm concerned about Harry." Hermione whispered to Ron's ear which suddenly became red as fire.

"What the hell, Hermione," he shouted angrily. "You keep thinking about Harry in your entire life. For once try to think about someone else."

Every single head in the room had turned his head towards them but Hermione couldn't worry less at this moment.

"You know Harry has a major problem right now and, you know, I thought that as his best friends we should try to help him. But maybe I'm wrong. Maybe his best friends should just sit and watch without helping at all. Oh that's a wise choice!" Her voice was sarcastic that Ron felt shocked. Hermione was always kinder and logical. She never put herself into a fight and a she tried always to be more diplomatic.

"I have problems to, Hermione. It's no always Harry, your parents, your work. I have a bloody life to, with bloody problems." Ron voice get higher and higher and now he was pointing on Hermione furiously.

"Oh yeah. What you should eat for lunch or the Quid itch score is far too important than a man who lost a part of his memories."

"What's that suppose to mean, Hermione?"

Mrs. Weasley tried to calm the down but Hermione's answer made the room quiet once again. "That means, you irrational selfish arse, that maybe you problems are not serious enough to deal with," Hermione screamed at Ron's face.

Ron was never angrier in his entire life. His whole face took a bright red colour and he couldn't think clearly. So he hadn't realized that he had raised his hand and he was going to hit Hermione. He only realized his actions when he felt somebody grab his hand and shove him away.

Hermione who had closed her eyes when she realized what Ron was about to do reopened the only to see Harry standing in front of her as a shield. With no more words he took her hand and disapparated away from the Burrow.