This is Hermione's week. Once again, smut free, but it didn't really have a place. I might move it to T. Let me know what you guys think! Love you!
*Disclaimer* I do not own Harry Potter.
After classes that day, I made my way home. As I walked up the stairs, knowing that Ron would be upset if I risked my life in one of those 'muggle death traps' called elevators, I felt as though my light in the world had dimmed considerably. I went into our flat, and changed my clothes to street clothes. I grabbed an apple to eat, and went over some homework for a while. When I had finished, it was only 5. I decided I didn't want to be alone, but I knew that Ginny had work for another hour. I was mulling over what to do with myself for an hour when someone knocked on my door. I opened it to see Mr. Wick standing there.
"Hello Mr. Wick!" I gave the man a hug, and felt my day get a little brighter. The man reminded me of Ron in the best, non creepy ways.
"Hello Hermione. My darling wife heard you and Ronald shouting at each other last night about him leaving for a week." I blushed, remembering our fight, one of the many they had heard. Mr. Wick gave me a knowing smile, since he could tell how that fight had ended as well. "Would you like to have dinner with us tonight?" I smiled and nodded. He stuck his arm out in a very old fashioned way, and led me to his flat. Inside it smelled like heaven.
"Hermione, Dear! How are you?" Mrs. Wick gave me a hug, and pulled me further into the room. I told her that I was fine, which provoked her to humph at me. "You are not fine." I rolled my eyes.
"What a great way to make me feel better."
"Well Dear, if you can't be honest about the fact that you are miserable without Ronald, there is nothing I can do to help." I smiled at her and gave her another hug.
"I do miss Ron, but I'm not going to die." She nodded as she led me into the kitchen, and sat me on a chair, and let me talk. "I mean, it's not like the last time he left. He's for sure coming back this time." The Wick's eyes widened at the thought of Ron leaving me, but let me continue to talk and work myself into a state of distress. "I mean, he promised. He gave me an engagement ring and told me he would never leave again, and Harry had to leave Ginny to go on the mission as well." I had started to hyperventilate, and Mr. Wick gave me a paper bag. I breathed in and out, slowly calming down, but feeling like I needed to cry. After a few minutes of me sitting and staring off into space, Mrs. Wick placed dinner on the table. We were just about to eat when we heard a knock on my door, and I heard Ginny calling my name. I excused myself and went to tell her where I was. Mrs. Wick followed, and invited Ginny to eat with us as well.
The four of us made conversation throughout dinner, one of which was everyone congratulating me on my engagement to Ron, and by the end, I think both Ginny and I were feeling better. The Wick's told us stories about their youth, and how Mr. Wick had chased after her for years before she had agreed to go out with him, let alone marry him. The two of them held hands on top of the table, and their faded eyes reminisced together. It was so touching. After dinner, we sat in their living room with them and talked for maybe an hour more, but they were both rather tired, and so wanted to go to bed. As we left, they invited us over for dinner every night that our fiancées were gone. We agreed, and departed for my flat. Once inside, I looked around, and saw Ron's absence everywhere. I touched the ring he had given me, a habit I had picked up during the day.
"I can't stay here alone Ginny." I said, looking at my best female friend. She smiled sadly at me.
"I actually was hoping that you would let me stay tonight. Grimmauld place is big and lonely enough with Harry. I don't think I could handle it on my own." I lent Ginny a pair of jammies, and we cuddled together on the couch, watching a movie. Somehow, we fell asleep there. The rest of the week went about the same, with either me at Ginny's house, or her at our flat, neither of us ever making it to a bed that would be far too lonely without a certain someone in it. On Thursday, we couldn't take it anymore, and we spent the night at the burrow. Molly was happy to see us, even if it was under poor circumstances, and put Ginny in her old room, and me in Ron's. After less than an hour of going up there, I knew I had to leave. I snuck down to tell Molly and Arthur that I was going to my parent's house, only to see that Ginny was snuggled between her parents on their big bed, just like I had planned for my house. When Molly saw me, she nodded her head in understanding, and blew me a kiss, not wanting to wake Ginny.
I made it to my parent's house, and unlocked the door. They were waiting for me in their bedroom. Apparently Molly had called them to let them know that I was coming over. As soon as I saw my mum and dad, I ran over and snuggled between them as if I was a small child having a nightmare, and cried. My parents soothed me, and soon I fell into the best sleep I'd had since Ron had left. In the morning mum made me breakfast, and I headed off to school. That night, Ginny and I were both in our own houses, and our own beds. We knew the boy's would be back sometime during either the night or early morning. In bed I slept restlessly. I kept rolling over to feel for Ron, but when I couldn't find him I would either wake up, or keep rolling, looking for him, until I hit the floor. Finally, at about 4 in the morning, I felt a warm body next to mine. I snuggled into Ron's side and slept soundly. At a quarter past, I woke up again, sure that it must have been a dream that he had come back already, until I saw the door to the hall opening, with him in his Cannon's boxers. I felt complete again. My warrior was home, safe and sound.