Own Nothing.

Four.

She opened he eyes slowly, looking around, realizing she had fallen asleep on Robin. She looked at her watch; it was a quarter past six. She had been asleep since eleven that morning. She looked up to see Robin staring down at her, trying not to laugh. "Sorry, sorry." She stated as she scooted away on the couch. "I didn't realize that I was tired."

He smirked and just nodding as he stood up. "You did not sleep well on the couch last night I assume?"

"You know what they say about assuming?" She asked, as she stood up too.

"No, what?"

She looked at him, blinking before smiling. "Makes and ass out of you and me."

He chuckled. "I have never heard that one before."

"There's a lot you haven't heard before." She picked up their cups and the bowl of kernels. "Why didn't you wake me?" She walked out of the room to the kitchen, him following behind. "You must've been bored sitting there, the movie replaying over and over again."

He shrugged. "I fell asleep for some time myself and when I woke, you were still asleep and you looked peaceful. I did not want to wake you."

She cleaned out the bowl and washed it out before putting it away. She cleaned the cups and he dried them with the towel. "How do you feel about magic?"

He stared at her confused. "I have never been a superstitious person, I do not believe in magic."

She swallowed and looked down. "What if I told you that I was a Witch?" She glanced at him. "Times at different now and Witches aren't hunted anymore, but there's still many who don't know about us." She went to the fridge, anywhere in the kitchen where she didn't have to look at him. "All my friends are magical beings, and I don't want to keep something this big from you because what if I had let it slip and you got upset."

"Lady Hermione!" Robin laughed, stopping her, he spun her to face him. "If you are a Witch, I have never met one kinder than yourself."

She blushed. "Thank you, but Robin I am serious."

He nodded. "I have observed you Lady Hermione, I have seen the way you hide when you use your magic stick."

She bit back a laugh. "It's a wand Robin. But are you okay with me being one?"

He shrugged. "I only truly know you, you are my only true friend in this world, who am I to judge?"

"I just didn't want you to find out and get uncomfortable about it, I'd hate for you to leave if you didn't want to."

He smiled. "I like your home, it is a nice place. Maybe one day I will see children running around here?"

She shook her head. "That is a quite a wish to wish for when it could never happen. It doesn't matter, what would you like to do now?"

"Can we go outside?" He asked. "We have been indoors all day."

She glanced out the window. "It's almost dark, but this time of year, firebugs come out. Let me get a blanket and we can wait for them, then I'll cook dinner." She smiled at him and left to get the blanket from the cupboard. They walked out side and she and Robin laid the blanket out on the ground. She sighed, sitting down and lied back, looking up. "In the city now, you can't see the stars all the smog and the lights from the really tall buildings make it difficult."

He lied down next to her, looking up at the clouds, the sun fading away. "It is beautiful here."

"It is, I chose this place, had the house built because I could be alone, hear myself think. I can't hear anything else for miles and it's perfect."

"Does it not get lonely?" He asked her, looking at her.

She shook her head. "Not really, I like being by myself, and then there's time when I have company over and it's nice to have a friend, much like yourself."

"Or George?" Robin whispered, watching her, she nodded and remained silent. "Do you love him? Is that why you care for him so?"

She sighed and turned on her side to face him, pursing her lips. "Robin, there is love and there is love. George and I went to school together, for years I was his youngest brother's best friend who had bad teeth, even worse, out of control hair. I was a know-it-all, still am and I was extremely bossy. It wasn't until I was fourteen that anyone saw me as a girl instead of 'one of the boys'. My parents were killed because I was Harry's best friend and I was image of what they thought what was a disgrace to Witches and Wizards everywhere. I am a Muggleborn, or Mudblood as an insult. My blood has magic in it, but my parents did not." She rolled back over to her back. "George lost his twin and I pulled him out of his depression, because I was not going to let him wallow in his self pity forever. I am never one to pity someone. We became close, we love each other, but I do not love him more than a friend or a brother."

"Does he feel the same way?" He asked.

She shrugged one shoulder. "I don't know, but I hope one day he finds someone who will love him. But I don't think I am it." She looked at him and smiled. "The kind of person I expect that I would fall in love with though is someone…." She thought about it. "I guess someone like you Robin, some one who is like you."

He smirked. "So I am your perfect man Lady Hermione?"

She blushed and looked away. "Look the first firebug." She pointed to the small bug that was lit green. "Make a wish."

"I wish for you to find love." He stated.

She rolled her eyes and looked at him. "Robin, it doesn't work if you say the wish out loud." She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "Thank you though." She let go of his hand and they remained quiet as they watched the firebugs come out into the night.

It was one in the morning, they had gone to bed hours ago when Hermione shot up in bed, covered in sweat. A short scream escaped her mouth before she could stop it, another nightmare. She wiped the tears from her eyes as the pain in her arm 'Mudblood' pulsed. She looked up to see her door open; Robin was standing there shirtless. "Lady Hermione, I heard you scream."

She shook head head and got out of bed, grabbing her robe. "Just a nightmare Robin. Don't worry, they come and go." She pushed pass him and went into the kitchen, she heard him follow her, standing in the doorway. "I'm just going to have some milk and read until I can fall back to sleep, you can go back to bed."

"I will stay awake with you." He stretched and grabbed a glass for her out of the cabinet as she got the milk out. He got a glass out for himself and poured tea from the pitcher in the fridge. He closed the door when she was down with the milk, watching as heated it up in the microwave. "What are your nightmares about?" He sipped his tea. "If you do not mind me asking?"

She shook her head and leaned against the counter. "The war, the Second Great Wizardry War." She pursed her lips as the microwave went off. She grabbed her milk, careful of it being hot. She opened a cabinet and grabbed a small vial. "It's a sleepless dreams draught." She explained as she dripped some in the milk and stirred it. "You really don't have to stay up with me." She stated as she walked into the living room, and grabbed a book from the shelf, sitting down.

Robin shook his head and sat down next to her, holding the blanket to put over their laps after she settled down. "It would be rude of me if I left you alone."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "I was left alone to sleep on the couch when George was here."

"I must confess that I stayed up all night to make sure he did not come out the room until it was a decent time, or until you were awake." Robin blushed.

Hermione didn't know rather to laugh or feel insult that he thought that she was have sex out in the open. "Thank…you?"

"I did not know him at the time, I did not trust him." He explained. "Tell me about the war." He changed the subject.

"It would be easier if I just started form the beginning." She sighed, as she set her book on the table next to her milk. She leaned back against the couch, Robins arm was resting on top of the cushions and she could feel his body heat even though they weren't touching. "Over sixty years ago there was this evil wizard…." She started the story.

When she woke up the next morning, she realized they had fallen asleep again. Robin had moved on the couch, to where he was laying down, his arm was wrapped around her waist, which made her fall asleep on top of him. She blushed, because where he head was at, she could hear his heart beat. She tried to sit up, but his held her there, comforting and protective live. "Robin." She nudged him gently. "Robin, we fell asleep on the couch again."

He took a deep breath, his eyes closed as he nodded and he bent his head to meet hers' and kissed her softly on the lips for a brief minute before letting his head fall backwards. His arm loosened around her waist and he was in deep sleep again. Hermione blushed as she quickly and gently pushed her way off of him, glancing at the clock, it was seven in the morning. She went back to her room and shut the door, she fell back into her now cold bed and bit her lip.

Robin must have thought she was Marian, or Kate even. Because there was no way he would have done that if he were awake enough to see it was Hermione, he would not have done that. She wanted to fell back to sleep, to let this all be a dream that was in her head but she was too awake now, full with questions. She sighed and got up, her light on as she made her bed and then took a shower.

Robin woke up to the sound of Hermione's shower and he stretched, he could feel the lasting warmth of her body heat and figured it wasn't long since she left. He sat up, rubbing his eyes before looking at the spot she had slept and remembered she tried to wake him up earlier. He blushed a curse slipping his lips as he jumped up. "Lady Hermione!" He shouted, opening up her bedroom door, her bathroom door was open as steam rolled out of it. "Lady Hermione? Are you decent?" He asked, but he didn't get an answer, so he slowly walked forward until he could see into the bathroom, his mind was not thinking clearly or else he would have thought about how inappropriate this was. He saw her naked form in the shower as she let the water hit her face, he could only see her back and the curve of her sides that showed how beautiful the front could look like.

He noticed that she was covered in scars, her back pale against the pinkness of the scars that covered her back. He did not believe that she was lying about the war, but to see the scars were different. "Robin!" She shouted when she glanced over her shoulder. He blushed and tried to form an apology but didn't get the time to when she shouted a word and the door closed in his face.

He blinked and stepped back. "Sorry." He finally choked out before he walked out of the room and into his own.

Hermione sighed and rubbed her hands over her face, the hot water that was relaxing her now just burned her skin. "This is going to make for an awkward breakfast." She muttered.