Hermione eventually returned home to her rather quaint little home, just in time to catch Ron before he went out to fetch something for himself. Walking into the kitchen, Hermione finally placed Needy down again, most of the journey back, Hermione held onto Needy so tightly that at times it probably hurt the young child.
Placing her never – ending – weight of bags on a free kitchen side, Hermione called for Ron. "Ron! " She simply called, first, stopping half between the kitchen and the living room, peering for a few moments around the house – although there couldn't be many places he could be, it was rather small.
She eased up a tiny morsel when Ron cheerfully replied , striding through the living room to meet her, ''Hi, Honey? What is it? How did your thingy..uh..go?" He asked, looking very cheerful, which made Hermione very uneasy.
She looked at him a moment, not even up and down, just straight towards his still slightly freckled face, before she realised she ought to be replying before things got too suspicious too quickly. ''Oh, umh, forget about that for now – I need you to keep Needy with you, I need to go pick up some stuff, I'll be back in a few hours..''Hermione trailed off, reliving how Minerva had actually noticed Needy's traits, and Ron hadn't. ''So...that's okay?''She asked, widening her eyes in an innocent looking way.
Ron simply nodded, still looking over-cheery. ''Now, whenever is it a problem? Of course, I'll keep her here for me to take care of, we need some Daddy-Needy time, don't we?''
To Hermione, it felt right at that moment like she was back in Malfoy Manor, taken advantage of and all the pain she ever felt from it came blasting right back in one swift hit. She zoned – out, again, however this time, Ron noticed.
''Everything alright, love?''
''Yes...yes, just...uh, need some air, is all, you know how it is.'' Dammit, she thought, I really can be such a bad liar at the entirely wrong times.
However, it seemed to work, as Ron simply nodded, scooping Needy up as Hermione left and strode out of the door, this time, forgetting her ever growing amount of bags. The one thing she took with her was the knowledge of where she just simply needed to go:
The Potters.