Year 5 Part 2

Two days before the Christmas holidays, Hermione was waiting for Fred in their secret room. It was before morning lessons and Fred had promised her breakfast. She waited but he didn't turn up. Hermione waited until the bell rung leaving feeling very worried. It wasn't like Fred to not turn up and he kept his promises like he was under the unbreakable vow.

Hermione ran to her History of Magic lesson, hoping Ron and Harry had saved her a seat.

"Sorry I'm late, Sir." Hermione panted as she entered the room. She looked around, searching for Harry and Ron, and was surprised to see they weren't in there. Hermione took an empty seat near the front and attempted to make notes. However her mind was elsewhere as she scribbled automatically what the ghost professor said.

I wonder where they are; Hermione questioned in her mind, creating scenarios in her head.

"Neville." She called out, catching the boy as they left the classroom. Neville turned to Hermione and smiled.

"Have you seen Ron and Harry?" She asked.

"Haven't you heard?" Neville asked, "They went home"

Hermione frowned.

"Why?" She asked, her first thought was they had gotten themselves expelled.

"Harry woke up last night and was quite ill; he was screaming that Ron's Dad had been attacked and Dumbledore sent him, Ron, Ginny and the twins home." Neville explained as they walked to Transfiguration. Hermione's eyes went wide.

"Is Mr Weasley ok?" Hermione asked. Neville shrugged his shoulders. Hermione thanked him before running ahead to their lessons. She rushed straight into the classroom and up to McGonagall who was sitting at her desk.

"Professor!" She cried, stopping before her, "Harry…Mr Weasley?" She stuttered, panic in her voice. McGonagall raised her hand to quiet the girl and stood up, coming around the desk to place a hand on Hermione's shoulder.

"Mr Weasley is in St Mungos but in a stable condition." The Professor told her.

"What happened?" Hermione asked.

"He was bitten by a snake." McGonagall answered. A chill went through Hermione's body and she closed her eyes briefly.

"The Weasley children and Mr Potter have gone home to see him but you'll have to remain here until the term ends." McGonagall told her, "I believe you're staying at the Weasley's for Christmas?"

Hermione nodded. She had told Harry and Ron that she was going skiing with her parents but she was actually going to Grimmauld Place. This was to make Harry and Ron believe she was still playing happy families.

McGonagall have Hermione's shoulders a slight squeeze. All the teachers knew about Hermione's situation now as Dumbledore had told them. This made Hermione feel uncomfortable, especially since Snape knew, but there was nothing she could do about it. She just hoped they won't talk to her about it in front of Harry and Ron, and so far they hadn't.

"I'll let you know if Mr Weasley's condition gets worse but I'm sure it won't as I've been informed he is doing quite well." McGonagall told Hermione, "Come to my office Friday and you can use my fireplace to floo to the Weasley's."

Hermione nodded and took her place at a table as everyone started to fill the classroom.

Hermione didn't eat that day. She just forgot. She had grown to depend on Fred to remind her when to eat. Instead of going down to the Great Hall, Hermione went to the library where she made a wall of books at her usual table and hid behind it. Hermione managed to get all her homework done by midnight before she was shooed out by Madam Pince.

Hermione walked to the Common room, thinking how weird it felt not to have a Weasley or Harry around. She had never felt so lonely at Hogwarts before. As she fought back sudden tears, Hermione reminded herself that it was only for one more day.

Lavender and Parvati were already asleep when Hermione crept into their dormitory. Lavender's bed was right next to the toilet as she gets up often in the night to go to the toilet. Parvati's was next to Lavender's and Hermione's was right next to the door as she got up first and went to bed last so all she had to do was creep in and slip into bed.

But tonight Hermione wanted to take a bath so she crept past Lavender, Parvati's beds and the two empty beds.

It wasn't until their second year that the girls found out who the bed were meant for. All the 5th years had been born in the midst of the War. During the time when the War was at its worst. Voldemort took out a whole family because the father was a muggle. The mum, the dad, a 15 year old son and two baby twin girls.

Lavender and Parvati claimed they sometimes hear giggles coming from the beds in the middle of the night. With the ghosts that wonder around the school, Hermione had no reason to doubt them.

Hermione placed a silencing spell on the bathroom once she got in there and locked the door. She started to run the bath, which sat in the middle of the room and had lion paws as feet. Hermione striped and climbed in as the water ran. Her skin turned pink as Hermione allowed the water to get too hot and she turned off the water as it got to her breasts. Hermione took a deep breath and tried to relax. She traced her scars with her fingers. A long white line went along her leg where her mum had dragged a coat hanger along her at age four. Small circles were on her thighs and her arms where her parents had put out cigarettes for years and white scars of various shapes and sizes littered her stomach and breast where her dad had pushed her into broken glass aged ten.

When Hermione had come to Hogwarts she had started research into how to get rid of scars. She had managed to heal many but older ones are harder to make disappear as they become part of you. It's like changing your eye colour.

Hermione picked up her wand, which she had balanced on the edge of the bath, and placed the tip against her leg. Without wincing, she drew it down her skin in one straight line. Nothing happened for a couple of seconds but then the invisible line turned red and blood tinkled down her leg and into the bath water. Hermione watched it, a calm look on her face.

Hermione had self abused since she was about nine years old. The first time was an accident. She had been making herself dinner because her parents had passed out from drinking all day. Hermione was cutting some cheese when she cut her thumb. Tears had come to her eyes as she nursed her thumb but watching the blood seemed to calm her. It hurt but it wasn't the same kind of pain she had when she was hurt by her parents. That was bad, terrifying pain. But this was good pain. It made Hermione feel better. At age nine, Hermione didn't understand why but now she did.

She had control over it. She chooses when she got hurt, not her parents. She chooses how much blood there was and how much she wanted to hurt. Hermione had grown to realise she was addicted to pain as she hurt herself at least twice a week, more if it was a particular bad week.

Hermione sighed as the water around her turned red. She created another red line next to the first one, closing her eyes with the feeling of relief that went flowing through her body. Breathing in the smell of iron sent another rush of relief though her and she lent back, leaning her head against the edge of the bath tub.

She had learnt this spell from a book that came from the restricted section. It was a medieval spell that had been used to cut down enemies. Hermione watched the blood for a while, letting it stain the water around her and her skin. After a couple minutes, Hermione wiped her wet eyes and picked her wand back up.

The cuts were gone as suddenly as they had appeared and the blood around them vanished, leaving the water clear and clean.

Hermione quickly cleaned herself and got dressed for bed. During the summer, Hermione had borrowed a top from Fred which was bright orange and had a giant F in the middle. She still had it now and she slipped it on. Hermione silently crawled into bed, closed the curtains, and cast a silencing spell around her bed so no one could hear her and she couldn't hear anyone. She then cried. Hermione felt so stupid but she missed everyone. She missed Ginny, and Harry and Ron, and George. But most of all she missed Fred.

Hermione had loved Fred since the day they meet on Platform 9 ¼ . He was the first Wizard she had met and he was so kind to her. Hermione was so happy when she was placed in the same house as him and even happier when she became friends with his younger brother, as this meant she could speak to Fred without looking like some weird little girl with a silly crush. So of course, last year when they started dating, Hermione was over the moon. She had felt like she was dreaming when Fred had kissed her for the first time.

It also amazed Hermione that Fred was the only person to ever realise what Hermione was going through. Not even Harry and Ron, who she spent most of her time with, noticed her injuries. Of course Fred never noticed her self abuse because Hermione always healed her cuts and burns so Fred didn't see. Hermione didn't want Fred to judge her and call her stupid.

Hermione wrapped her tears away with Fred's t-shirt, caressing the fabric against her cheek and imagining that it was Fred touching her softly. She thought of Fred's cheeky smile as she drafted off to sleep.

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When Hermione flooed to Grimmauld Placed, only Fred, George, Sirius and Remus were in the kitchen. Fred immediately swept Hermione into a hug and spun her around. Hermione was shocked at this sign of affection in front of people and blushed, protesting. Fred set her down on solid ground as Molly came into the room. Hermione's blush deepened at Molly cleared her throat.

Fred, who had been looking down at Hermione with a smile on his face, turned to his mother and Hermione noticed that his ears were pink. Remus and Sirius were looking pair with amused smiles on their faces.

"It's lovely to see you Dear." Molly smiled, going to Hermione and embracing her tightly.

"How is Mr Weasley?" Hermione asked with a worried look on her face.

"Doing better." Molly told her, a sad look on her face. She got a tissue from her apron pocket and dabbed the edges of her eyes.

"Dad is going to be just fine." Fred told his mother, kissing her on the head and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Molly nodded, smiling at her son's affection.

"I know Dear." She said, "I still worry though."

"Hermione!" Ron said in surprised as he came into the kitchen, followed by Harry and Ginny. Hermione smiled at them and explained why she was there. To her surprise they accepted the story without question.

Wanting to get off the topic of her, Hermione asked about what happened with Harry and Mr Weasley, and they sat at the kitchen table as the story was told. Across the table, Hermione and Fred kept stealing glances. Fred couldn't wait to steal a moment away with her.

After hearing the story, Hermione went upstairs to unpack. She had her own room again, so Fred was looking forward to spending a night with her again. Fred followed Hermione upstairs and embraced her from behind.

"Miss me?" He asked, kissing her neck. Hermione giggled as Fred's lips ticked her skin.

"Like you wouldn't believe." Hermione moaned, turning and facing him. Her eyes were sad and longing.

"Nice to know I'm loved." Fred whispered on her lips, before kissing her. Hermione pulled Fred close to her, holding his shirt in tight fits. She really had missed him.

"Sorry I didn't owl you, I've just been so busy with going to the hospital and making sure Mum stays in one piece." Fred told Hermione, sitting themselves down on the bed.

"You ok?" Hermione smiled gently, taking Fred's warm hand.

"Yeah I guess." Fred said, looking down at their entangled hands and tracing Hermione's fingers slowly.

"It's kinda made it all more real." Fred told Hermione, "Seeing my Dad like that and waiting all night just to see if he would be alive in the morning."

Hermione lent against Fred and listened.

"This war has started and we're part of it, and people have already started to die, people I know and I don't want to lose anyone." He put a hand on Hermione's cheek, moving her face gently until they were looking at each other.

"And you're right on the centre of it, being friends with Harry Potter; you and Ron."

Hermione gave him a smile, trying to comfort him.

"We'll be safe." She told Fred.

"Just don't do anything stupid." Fred said, playing with Hermione's fingers. She laughed at him.

"You're telling me not to do anything stupid?"

Fred smiled at her and nodded.

"Just stay safe."

"I will." Hermione promised, moving so she was in Fred's lap and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Fred placed his hands on her waist and they kissed. Hermione pushed Fred down on the bed and pressed her whole body against Fred's/. Even though Fred was surprised by this sudden forcefulness, he welcomed it, holding Hermione closer. Hermione ran her hands all along Fred's body and into his hair, pulling stands. She moved her body against his, making Fred moan as her body rubbed his crotch, sending a wave of pleasure through his body.

Fred ran his hand along Hermione's body and through her silky hair, kissing her passionate. Hermione returned the passion, their tongues meeting.

A knock at the door made them separate as quickly as opposing magnets. Fred darted across the room towards the window and Hermione leapt towards her suitcase, running her fingers though her hair to tidy it.

"Yes?" Hermione asked. The door opened and Ginny came in.

"I was just wondering if you needed any help." Ginny asked. She spotted Fred and her eyebrows rose, a smile trying to escape.

"Fred was just helping me." Hermione explained, taking some clothes out of her suitcase and setting them in a drawer.

"I see." Ginny smiled, looking at her brother, "So you don't need my help?"

"Actually, I just remembered something I had to do with George." Fred said, smiling at his sister and Hermione. He left the room, winking at Hermione as he went. Hermione looked at the door as he left, a sad look on her face.

"I can keep a secret you know" Ginny told the bush haired girl. Hermione looked at her, confused.

"I don't have any secrets." She told Ginny. Ginny smiled at her.

"Of course." She said, but left the matter.

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Like the summer holidays, Hermione and Fred spent every night together. Fred noticed that Hermione's nightmares weren't as bad, even though she did have the occasional one.

"If you could go anywhere, where would it be?" Fred asked one night as they hugged each other under the duvet. Hermione thought for a minute before replying.

"Paris."

Fred laughed, surprised by the answer.

"And why the city of romance?"

"In primary school everyone use to go on about going to France." Hermione told him, "They went on about going to Disney Land Paris, or going skiing in the Alps, or staying in a cottage in the South."

"I thought that you've been to France?" Fred asked, stroking her hair. He loved playing with her hair. It was so thick and soft; he could just get lost in it.

"No." Hermione replied, "I just made it up because I really wanted to go." She laced her fingers with Fred's and brought his hand to her chest, hugging it.

"I want to sit under the Eiffel Tower and eat croissants and drink red wine." She smiled imagining it.

"I'll take you one day." Fred promised, kissing Hermione gently. Hermione's smile grew as she moved closer to him.

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After the holidays, everything continued like normal. Part from Professor Umbridge of course.

Valentines Day came and Fred met Hermione bright and early at the bottom of the Dormitory staircase. He was wearing a beret and carrying a panic basket. As it was early, no one was around and Fred took Hermione's hand and led her out of the common room and up to the seventh floor. They stopped in front of the Room of Requirement. Fred smiled at Hermione, before closing his eyes and pacing in front of the wall.

A door appeared and Fred took Hermione's hand again and dragged her into the room.

The room had become massive; at least half a mile long and unbelievably high. Green grass covered the floor and in the middle of the room stood the Eiffel Tower, or something that looked very much like it. The walls were printed with scenery of Paris, such as buildings and tiny cafes, and the Seine River. Classical music was playing around the room, creating a calm atmosphere.

Hermione gasped, putting her hands to her mouth.

"This is amazing!" She whispered, looking around and trying to take in every detail.

"The room did it." Fred laughed, "I just thought it."

Hermione jumped into his arms and kissed him.

"Thank you so much!" She cried onto his lips. Fred smiled.

"Happy Valentines Day." He told her, kissing her back.

They sat underneath the Effel Tower, on a panic blanket and Fred laid croissants, pain au chocolat and fresh orange juice out on the blanket.

"Wow." Hermione smiled, looking at the food. Fred then pulled out a single red rose and gave it to Hermione. She took it, blushing. Fred then placed a small red box in her hands.

"What is this?" Hermione asked.

"Open it and find out silly." Fred laughed, watching while biting into a croissant. Hermione very carefully opened the lid to reveal a silver bracelet with a heart charm hanging from it.

"It's lovely." Hermione smiled.

"It's to remember me." Fred told her, taking it out of the box and putting it around her wrist,

"Where are you going?" Hermione asked, admiring the bracelet.

"Well, I won't be here next year." Fred told her. Hermione looked up, sadness now in her eyes.

"Oh yeah." She whispered, "I hadn't thought about that."

Fred took her hand.

"You can visit me in the holidays."

Hermione lent over and kiss Fred.

"Thank you for your present." She smiled, trying to forget that it was Fred's last year. She then got a box out of her bag. She gave it to Fred, who smiled warmly at her,

"You shouldn't have got me anything."

"I wanted to." Hermione smiled leaning against Fred, "Now open it."

Fred obeyed. Inside was a silver ring with a tiny red stone in the middle of the band.

"Look inside" Hermione told Fred. He turned it over in his hands and read the inscription inside the ring. 'I love you forever, Mioney'. Fred smiled and hugged her tightly.

"I love you too"

They spent the rest of the morning holding each other underneath the Eiffel Tower.

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Sorry this took a long time to update. I've been really busy on another story so this one was ignored a bit. I swear I am going to finish this one. It just might take a while.

I was also thinking about lengthen these chapters and putting some of them together because the chapters are quite short. What do you lot think? Do you prefer these short and sweet chapters, or would longer chapters be better? Let me know.

Just a little bit of information: French is a very popular and common holiday place for English people because it is so near and super cheap. I know people that just pack a tent, hope on a ferry and travel around for a bit in their car, and last minute tickets for the ferry could cost about £30, if not cheaper. Therefore, most children have gone there, so without a doubt the majority of Hermione's class probably went during their summer holidays. I've never been to France though, just driven through to get to Germany, so I don't know what Paris is like.

Anyhow, please review and I'll try and update soon.