Own Nothing.

Seven.

Hermione sighed, relaxing on the little patch of beach, she wasn't far from Henry's castle, but you couldn't see it from where she was sitting. Everything was quiet, well not really. She had met the new man in town, August because he was an interesting man. "So ma'am." She looked up to see him; speak of the devil. "Can I join you?"

Hermione shrugged and he sat down next to her. "So how do you like Storybrooke so far?" She asked him.

He smiled. "It's a nice town. The Sherriff is really nice."

Hermione nodded. "Emma's a good person."

"So what is a young, beautiful British woman doing here?" He asked her.

Hermione sighed and sat up, dusting off her hands. "If it was important enough for you to know. You would have known by now." She stated as she lay down on the ground, her head resting on the soft spot of grass.

He stared at her, his brown eyes curious. "Come on, spill. You seem awfully close to my Dad."

Hermione stared up at him before looking up at the sky. "You can have friends in all sorts of places." She stated. "Besides, he's not really your Dad."

He stared down at her shocked. "Why would you say that?"

"Because you are Pinocchio, so Mr. Gold couldn't be your dad." She stated as the clouds passed on by, her eyes watching them. "I don't know what your planning, but you better stay out of my path."

"Is that a threat?" He asked her, he continued watching her.

Hermione sighed and sat up, pushing herself up to stand. She dusted herself off, not looking at him. "It is a fore shadowing technique." She replied before walking back into town.

She walked into the diner and sat down, Ruby came by and set a glass of water in front of her and took her order for dinner. Hermione sat back in her booth and rubbed her fingers over her face. This town was getting a lot thrown into it and the battle hadn't even begun.

"Hermione." He whispered as he sat down across from her.

Hermione opened her eyes to see Mr. Gold. "Hello." She smiled at him as Ruby brought him his cup of coffee and took his order. She waited for the waitress to leave. "So you like my name?"

"I love your name, I don't know why you would ever hide such a pretty name?" He asked her.

"Because you're Rumpelstilskin and I don't want you to hold something over me." Hermione stated, watching him.

"Like you have a hold over me?' He asked.

Hermione remained quiet, and stayed quiet until after there food came. She picked at her salad, not really hungry anymore. "I don't think he's your son." She stated in a low voice. She looked up to see Mr. Gold looking at her. "I'm sorry but I do not believe August Booth is your son."

He nodded, wiping his lips with a napkin. "I know, I have seen the way you look at him, you know something. You don't trust him."

"I don't something is not right, I believe that he is meant to be here, but to say that he is your son…" She looked at her friend. "Are you going to try to get him to help Emma, she trusts him."

He nodded. "Miss Swan trusts Mr. Booth, so it is plausible to use him to help break the curse."

"Your curse." She stated as she ate.

"I did not place the curse, I just remember the time before it all happened." He continued to eat to. "Your friend seemed upset when he left."

She raised an eyebrow. "That was over two weeks ago."

"We haven't had time to talk." He replied. "He was upset about something, I suspect you put him in his place."

She sighed and set her fork down and looked out the window as she took a sip of her water. "I'm putting a lot of faith into Emma to break this curse. I have to trust that she can do it."

"Have much faith?" He asked her.

She smiled at him grimly and shook her head. "It'll be okay." She took another bite of her salad, chewing it before saying. "Don't worry."

When she found out that Emma had taken Henry, that he almost wrecked the car to get her to come back. She almost laughed. She stood there in the Sheriff's office and stared at her friend and almost laughed. "That's not funny." Hermione stated, biting back a laugh.

"It isn't. Mary Margret yelled at me this morning." Emma stated as she went through her normal day of paperwork. Nothing really exciting actually happened in Storybrooke. "I just didn't want him to get hurt anymore, I wanted to just run away from all of this craziness."

Hermione sighed and sat down across from her. "You keep running and eventually you'll run everywhere."

"There's nothing wrong with traveling." Emma retored.

"The problem is that the only place you never run to, is home." Hermione stated with a shrug. "Why do you keep running when home is where your heart it."

"My heart is with Henry." Emma replied.

Hermione stared at her. "And Henry is here."

Emma shook her head. "I just don't want to deal with this anymore!" She groaned and let her head fall down to the desk.

Hermione frowned. "You need to believe in yourself Emma. I believe in you and so does Henry."

"You both just want me here to break the curse." She muttered.

"Sometimes, believing is hard when you don't see it in front of you, just give it time Emma. You will get through this." Hermione stood up and rubbed her hand on her friend's back. "Why don't you go home?"

"Sure." Emma stated, sitting up, she stood up and grabbed her coat. "Thanks Hermione."

"Sure, now that everyone knows my name, let's use it all the time." Hermione smiled at her friend who laughed.

Hermione had settled into the small apartment she had moved into when she had retuned from England. It was Sheriff Graham's before he died and Mr. Gold had let her rent it out during her stay in Storybrooke.

She was settling down with a book, something she didn't get to do often when her phone rang. She set her book down and picked it up. "Hello?" Her heart stopped. "Emma, calm down, what happened... I'll be right there." She hung up her phone and grabbed her jacket. She apperated to outside of Mary Margret's home and pounded on the door. "Emma!"

Emma opened the door, tears falling down her face. "I didn't know who to call." She whispered as Hermione pushed through the doorway to see Henry unconscious on the floor. "We were fighting and I was arguing that Regina wasn't evil and tried to prove a point by eating the turnover but he took it and ate it instead."

"An apple turnover?" Hermione asked as she ran a diagnostic spell on the boy. She bit her lip. "Give me the phone, he needs to go to the hospital." Emma handed her the phone and Hermione called for an ambulance as Emma held Henry's hand.

When they arrived at the hospital, right behind the ambulance, Emma went with Henry and the doctors while Hermione stayed back. She saw Regina running through the halls. "Regina." Hermione stopped her, grabbing her arm. "Do you realize what you have done?"

"I didn't do anything." Regina growled, breaking free from Hermione's grip. "Where is my son?"

Hermione sighed. "Henry ate the apple turnover that you obviously meant for Emma. He's unconscious." She explained, seeing Regina's face drain of color, her eyes widened. "I hope you're happy." She whispered as she walked away, leaving the Mayor there to cry.