She hated it.

He probably hated it as well. He'd better hate it too.

What was the fun in having somebody that you wanted to spend the rest of your days and time with if you couldn't even do that? She was stuck in their blasted apartment, the air condition broken and no amount of magic being able to get her comfortable in the blasted heat whilst he was out in Romania, working with dragons and doing the things he loved.

She even got sent home from work. Who on Merlin's Earth allowed Hermione Granger to be sent home from work? Now, because of her blasted boss who was 'worried about your mental state and hair in this heat', she was even more alone. Who gives a flying damn about her hair when trying to ensure that werewolves were able to get jobs and that house elves weren't being cursed and punished unnecessarily? Him, apparently. Moron.

She really really really missed him. How was she supposed to cope without her other half? He was the cup to her cake, the ice to her cream, the beast to her beauty (though he loathed that one). They weren't made for long distance relationships. She wasn't made for them.

She didn't even have any friends that she could hang around with right now; Ginny had a Quidditch match over in Bulgaria and Ron had accompanied her both for company but also to get a scoop for his reporting job with a Quidditch magazine. Harry was at work and Luna was somewhere in Brazil (or was it Mexico) looking for something strange. Hannah and Neville were on their honeymoon and Draco had a business trip in France. Even family were occupied with her parents in Australia (and most likely asleep with the time differences) whilst Fred and George were over in America getting their new shop settled; Fleur and Bill were back in Egypt for a couple of months whilst Percy was busy helping Kingsley at the Ministry. Molly and Arthur were babysitting all the children of the family and Merlin help Hermione, she did not want to deal with sugar rushed kids who had no idea about clean hands or sounds.

Charlie was at work. In Romania. The bugger.

She didn't mind the loneliness, wouldn't mind it normally, but today was different. Any other day she would curl up in her favourite armchair, wearing on of Charlie's shirts with her hair piled on top of her head and out of her way. Depending on the time would depend on what would be with her: coffee in the morning, tea in the afternoon, elven wine in the evening. A stack of books would be at the foot of the chair and she'd use it as a footstool when stretching out.

She hated the loneliness now.

It had been the first time in months (all year even) that her and Charlie had been separated and it was worse because she had news to share. She didn't know whether she wanted to cry or laugh, eat or not, bath or shower. She didn't know anything! Blasted hormones.

She rubbed her belly gently. This is what they got for not being careful or not really having a preference for when it happened. They'd only started trying last week for Godric's sake! Now she was already experiencing morning sickness and hating everything, the heat making everything more unbearable.

She hated being lonely. Even though she wasn't really lonely. Technically.