A/N: Been a long time since I updated this story. I had originally forgotten about it, but now that I'm viewing it again, this is a perfect time to expand on it.

Hermione woke up slowly and shifted towards the warmth in her bed. She was warm and comfortable, no reason to get up yet, it was the weekend. She hummed quietly and got ready to go back to sleep when an arm wrapped around her waist.

'Perfect,' she thought. After snuggling into the warmth of the person next to her, Hermione's eyes popped open. Why was someone in her bed?

As she jerked away, the memories of the night before slammed to the forefront of her mind. She became aware of multiple things at once:

- Harry Potter had showed up in a tiny, almost nonexistant town in Ireland.

- She had brought him home.

- He was currently pressed against her back, seemingly asleep still (for which she was thankful).

Fortunately, it wasn't hard for Hermione to pull away and get out of the bed. When she turned to look, Harry had a slight frown and had already scooted to where she had been laying, almost as if he was looking for her. Hermione shook her head and moved to her bathroom, determined to get ready for the day. It didn't matter that Harry was in her bed right now. He had been drunk, nothing had happened, and once he woke up, she could get her story and kick him out. She didn't need her life in Britain following her here.

Harry was still asleep when Hermione finished her shower, so she took her time to get a good look at him. He hadn't changed much from when she saw him after the final battle.

'Odd,' Hermione thought, as she moved his hair off his forehead. 'He still looks strained, even in his sleep. He doesn't seem to be able to relax. It's like Horcrux hunting or his behavior just after summer all over again.'

When she ran her fingers over his still too-thin cheeks, Harry shifted and nuzzled into her hand. He was still asleep, and seemed to be searching for any kind of affection possible.

After another minute of observation, Hermione left to make breakfast. He was going to need it, and one of her few hangover potions, when he woke. The smell of a fry up seemed to rouse Harry in a way that Hermione's observations hadn't. After plating the food, she heard someone moving in the hallway. Harry still seemed tired, she heard him stumble into the wall once or twice as he moved towards the kitchen and promise of food.

"Morning," Hermione said. Harry jumped and looked at her, confused.

"Morning," he responded after a minute. "Er, where are we?"

"My house. Or were you asking what country we are in?" Hermione asked. This could be a good time to see if he'd had to break away and just left, or if he'd known where he was going. If he'd realized something was wrong, maybe he'd just up and left.

"Both, I think," he said, obviously fighting off the hangover.

"Ireland," Hermione stated simply, setting their places at the table. After watching him move to his chair and squint against the light, she took pity and set a potion next to his plate. "That will help with the hangover. You came close to drinking yourself sick."

Harry looked at it suspiciously. To Hermione, he seemed wary of the bottle. After a minute of study, he shrugged and threw back the potion, grimacing at the taste. It was obvious the potion had started working when Harry dug into his food ravenously. Hermione ate at a more sedate pace, taking the time to study her guest again.

"So why did you run off?" Hermione asked suddenly. "I never expected to see anyone from Britain here."

"Something felt wrong. Especially after the final battle," Harry said, thankfully swallowing his food first. At least he never picked up the habit of talking with his mouth full from Ron.

"What do you mean?" Harry had certainly piqued her curiously, even with that simple of an answer.

"I'm not sure. Something just felt wrong while I was staying with the Weasleys. I love them, they are like my family, but I kept feeling like they were watching me too closely. I had enough of that while with the Dursley's so I decided to take off for a few days," Harry explained slowly. "I guess I got carried away with my newfound freedom."

"Just a bit," Hermione agreed primly. "You were yelling when you caught up to me, and you could barely walk."

With those words, Harry looked properly chastised and offered to do the cleaning up. Hermione let him and rose to show him where everything went when he was done.

As she was leaving the kitchen, she turned and said, "I didn't trust the Weasleys after the final battle. I know you still do. I'm guessing you have nowhere else to go, so for the time you're in Ireland, you can stay with me."

Harry looked shocked at the offer. Hermione was usually a private person and hated to have her space taken.

When he finally got over his shock, Hermione popped her head back in and added, "But no more sleeping in my bed!"

He smiled and cleaned up. That was more like her.

Hermione couldn't believe she'd just offered Harry a place to stay. She didn't even put a time limit on how long he could stay with her.

'Must have been some of our old friendship shining through,' she thought. 'It was hard to leave him with everyone else.'

She picked out a book and sat on the couch. May as well get some reading done while Harry cleaned up. It would take him a while to clean up after a traditional fry up.