A/N: sorry for ths delays i will not leave this story till it is finished no matter how long it takes.

Over dinner that night Hermione noticed that he felt alone his movements were stiffer than when she first met him and any contact was replied to by being stiff and thus unmovable. She wanted to hug him and pour her heart into him but she knew he would deny it all she would have to start from square one again. In three days she had traversed up to three relationships with Harry stranger to friend to best friend but now it was all lost in her anger. The words "I'm sorry" still haunted her it made her think of the way the Dursleys treated Harry and the impact it made upon him. The three days with him felt like forever and she loved every moment of it until she ruined it all, from the lack of trust from Harry she started to feel weaker. She didn't know how to gain his trust back he wouldn't accept anything from her and she was surprised the bond hadn't broken deciding to try and lighten the mood at the table she said "Harry whens youre birthday?"

"31st of july" he replied stiffly almost robotically

"Thats ten day away" she said before repeating "TEN DAYS" rather loudly before grabbing a notepad that only Harry didnt know she had and started to write plans at high speed. Harry tried to look at the note pad but she wouldn't let him and somehow he couldn't enter her mind. He hated secrets and soon thought this was one of them thus he decided to eat no more and let it consume his brain. "What are you writing?" He had asked so many times before her parents had dissmissed them and she had slid the pad across the table for her parents to see. noticing Harry wouldn't budge even if she begged him she picked him up and took hime into the living room where he just sat not stiff but floppily as Hermione sat down with him she said "sorry Harry about secrets this I really want to tell you but no."

"Also Harry please stop this if you hate me it's fine just tell me what you feel."

""I'm sorry." Was what he replied with. It was the two words that haunted her of course he didn't know that but he had never looked any further than her top lying emotions of her brain.

she spoke calmingly "there's no need to be sorry Harry I love you really I do" while trying to put her head on him but this time he would not have it jerking away trying to isolate himself.

"Harry please do trust me, I dont mind if you want to isolate you're self from everyone just trust me please."

Deciding to leave him time to think she turned to the coffe table at the side of the couch to find a book she had been reading for a long time "The Hobbit." Turning the pages and holding the book with one hand was a skill she was determind to learn once the bond had formed as she always needed contact with Harry sometimes she cursed it sometimes she loved it.

To her suprise minutes after she had openend the book she heard the words from the person she loved most "Hermione..."

"what Harry"

"I..I...don't know what to do"

"about what Harry?"

"about anything"

"what do you enjoy Harry?"

"Being with you Emma and Dan"

"what else?"

"that's it really"

"how about trying a game of something like football"

"I don't know how to play and anyways we need contact"

"who says I can't play"

"no one"

"DAD!"

"yes Hermione" he awnsered entering from the dining room.

"can you play football with us"

"not today but tomorrow maybe"

"thank you"

"what does football have to do with all this Hermione?"

"you needed a hobby Harry and please stop blaming yourself it wasn't you're fault." she added felling the guilt in her head. Before turning and reading again"

"Now come on you two it's bed time"

"already mum?"

"yes dear now Harry I now it may be hard but please do try and listen to hermione"

"I'll try Emma"

"Come on then Harry let's go"

standing up the pair left up the staircase leaving hermione's parents to talk

"do you think we should adopt him Dan?"

"yes i do infact I'll go and ring the social workers now" leaving to go to the phone

"Goodnight Harry" Hermione said wrapping her arms round him

"night" he replied. As she fell asleep he seen the look of relaxation on her face which made him think "maybe she does love me"

inside Hermiones mind she was far from relaxed hearing Harry's last thought she was cursing the dursleys with every last word she could call them then repeating the processe for making Harry like this.

A/N: thank you to Vegasman59 for reminding me of a certain thing on my to do list and second sorry for the wait of god knows how long.