Own Nothing

Three.

Hermione went to bed that night; Robin asleep in George's room and she were exhausted for the both of them. Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath and she was fast asleep. She awoke when there was a pounding on the door and she shot out of bed. She glanced at her clock; it was two in the morning. "George." She sighed and got out of bed, only in her tank top and underwear. She opened her door and ran to open the front. "What's wrong?"

George looked at her with sad eyes as he walked in, Hermione looked behind him, it was pouring down rain. She closed the door, locking it behind them. "You're wet." She sighed, grabbing a blanket. "George what is wrong?"

"Are… are you replacing me 'Mione. Mom wrote, says you got a visitor and she gave him Fred's clothes."

"Yea, I have someone staying with me George." Hermione sat down on the couch and pulled him down to sit. "George, he isn't from this time, and I just can't send him out." She sighed and tried to comfort her friend.

"Lady Hermione, is everything okay?" Robin came out of the bedroom; he stopped to see her on the couch with George. "I see."

"Robin of the Hood. This is George Weasley; he is another one of Molly's sons. You're staying in his bedroom."

"You gave him my room?" George looked at Hermione.

Hermione sighed. "You can stay in my room, I'll sleep on the couch." She stood up. "Shower off and Robin do you mind if he grabs some clothes before you go back to sleep?"

Robin blinked, seeing Hermione. "You are not decent Lady Hermione."

Hermione looked down and shrugged. "I'll go put on some pants." She walked around the couch and past Robin who watched her walk back to her room.

"Robin Hood?" George asked, looking at him.

Robin nodded. "I woke up in her garden this morning."

"Was she angry? 'Mione always gets angry when someone messes with her garden." George smiled, standing up as Hermione walked back out wearing sweat pants and a hoodie. "I'll go shower and go to bed."

Hermione nodded as she grabbed a blanket from the cupboard and a pillow. "Good, you're cooking breakfast too." She hit him with a pillow as he walked by. George closed and locked the door and they heard Hermione's shower on. "His brother was killed, his twin." Hermione whispered, sitting down, she patted the seat and Robin set next to her. "We had a war several years ago, worse than what you could imagine with the Crusades, because it was here and it was brutal. His twin, Fred died and George didn't talk to anyone for almost a year. I tried, and I kept trying because he's my friend and I couldn't let him suffer alone." She looked down at her hands.

"He's talking now." Robin stated.

She's nodded and leaned back against the couch. "He talks to me only, no one else, I feel like he's replacing Fred with me, I don't think he realizes he's doing it though." She looked at Robin. "He's talking, he's working in his shop again, even though he doesn't talk to the customers, but he's getting better."

"But what he is doing is not fair to you. Does it not make it hard for yourself?" He asked her, watching her.

She smiled. "Don't worry about me." She stood up. "You should go back to bed, it's late. George makes a good breakfast in the morning, so don't sleep in."

"Are you sure that you are okay Lady Hermione?" Robin asked standing up. "I can sleep on the …" He pointed on the couch, not remembering the word for it.

She nodded and kissed his cheek. "Go to bed Robin, it's just one night." Robin nodded and walked back to his room, he glanced over at Hermione who was making a bed on the couch, as he looked back forward, he noticed Hermione's bedroom door was open when it was closed earlier. He knew George had listened on their conversation. Robin sighed and walked into his room and closed the door. People in this year were strange.

It was the next morning and Robin walked out of the room to see Hermione already up and off the couch. Robin looked to see George and her in the kitchen cooking breakfast, the radio-the box that played music-he learned yesterday was on. Hermione looked over to see him. "Good you're up. How'd you sleep?"

Robin smiled. "Good, the bed was comfortable."

"That's good. Well I'm going to take a shower, help George if he needs it, he'll show you what to do." She smiled and walked out of the kitchen and into her bedroom to shower.

George remained silent until they heard the shower on. "So when are you going back to your time?"

Robin raised an eyebrow. "I don't think I can, I died and I woke up in the garden."

"So, are you just staying until you figure this time out and leaving or what?"

"What are you asking?" Robin asked.

"What are you doing with Hermione, I heard you two talking last night."

"I could ask the same thing, you are putting everything on her." Robin started, his brows furrow. "I understand that you have lost family, I have lost people that I love too but you cannot do that to her."

"Isn't that what you're doing?" George asked, facing him. "You coming here and making a new life, are you expecting to make a new one with her?" His voice rising as his anger peaked.

"I do not think that you understand what you are saying." Robin stated, his tone threatening.

"What are you two fighting about?" Hermione asked, standing in the doorway, towel wrapped around her. "I can hear you fighting in the shower."

"Nothing." George stated going back to cook the pancakes.

"Yea Nothing." Robin walked out of the kitchen and walked outside the front door. Hermione watched him as the door slammed shut behind him. Hermione sighed and closed her door and changed clothes and turned off her shower. She opened the door and followed Robin outside.

"Hermione." George called out.

"Not right now George." Hermione answered as she closed the front the door and saw Robin sitting on the open door of the bed of her truck. She walked over and sat down next to him. "He'll leave in a few hours, maybe sooner if I ask." She told him.

"What does he mean?" Robin asked. "He acts like he has placed some claim on you."

Hermione sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "Don't worry about him, I am my own woman Robin."

"He wants to know if I will leave once I am used to this world?"

Hermione shrugged. "You can if you want, but you always have a home here. Come on Robin let's eat. I'll keep George in check; after he leaves we will watch movies. I have some that are based on your life."

"What are movies?" He asked as they got off the truck and walked back to the house.

"They're like stories, but you can see it in front of you." She explained as she opened the door. They walked into the house to see George sitting at the table, the food on their plates and ready for them to eat. Hermione and Robin sat down at the table and remained quiet.

"I apologize." George stated. "It was unfair of me to say that."

Robin nodded. "Okay."

The awkward silence washed over them before they picked up their utensils and started to eat breakfast.

True to her word, George was gone in two hours. He helped clean up and put away dishes and helped Hermione clean the cottage a little. Hermione popped a bag of popcorn and handed it to Robin as she set the movie up. "This is Robin Hood; King of thieves." She explained putting it into the DVD player and turning the T.V on. "We can watch it and you can tell me what isn't true." She pushed play and sat down next to Robin.

Robin's eyes widened as the screen moved. "Is this magic?"

"No, this isn't magic." She whispered, watching him with a smile. "I think this is going to be fun."

He turned to her and smiled as she picked up a piece of popcorn. "I believe so too."