I apologise for the lack of Remus Lupin thus far ... but I still have a little bit more gossip on the Ron/Hermione story! Just wait a little while if you can! Because he will be coming soon .. in all his wolfish splendour to make our Hermione completely forget about one ginger, freckled boy who broke her heart ..
Thankyou to whoever take's time to read this, I really appreciate it.
Love, Dumbeldore's Woman xo

Hermione landed with a tiny thud outside the Weasley front door. Her brain always felt completely rattled after Aparition and she wobbled on her feet and swayed slightly to the left. Although this time, she wasn't sure of this was from the Aparition or the fact that she had not eaten or drunk a thing on over twelve hours.
After calming herself, she lifted up the huge brass knocker and knocked on large, oak door. No sooner had the lion's head come in contact with the wood did the door swing open and she was pulled into the arms of her best friend, Ginny. Hermione felt the oxygen rapidly leave her body and she suddenly found it difficult to draw more into her desperate lungs. Somehow, she managed to croak, "Gin .. please .. I can't .. breathe!"
Ginny released her immediately and looked at her with tears of concern filling her huge brown eyes. She clasped her hands together and frowned, the image of her mother .. although Hermione would never even dare to mention this. Because it was common knowledge that Ginny was ten times more fiery than her mother, and you never, ever wanted to be on the receiving end of a fury filled bat-bogey hex.
It was just not pretty.

"I'm sorry sorry 'Mione. You alright? Come in, come in. Dad will get your trunks, come in. Mum's desperate to see you" Ginny ushered her inside with a swoop of her arm, cradling her with her right arm around her shoulders and her left holing on to her elbow as though she was hardly capable of walking. Behind Ginny popped up a tall, solidly built wizard who's hair was just as fiery as the rest of the family's.
Arthur Weasley smiled sympathetically at Hermione from behind his glasses and stepped outside to fetch her things. Hermione understood that his smile was not only a smile of sadness, but of welcome too .. it was almost as though they were on the same page. Loving dearly the inhabitants of the Weasley household, despite the fiery tempers of some, anothers constant fussing, two identical Weasley's inability to take life at all seriously and to create as much chaos as possible at any given moment, and one's complete disregard for Hermione's feeling's at all ..
Hermione was escorted by Ginny into the kitchen where Molly was busy stirring two pots of bubbling soups at once, so large that she had to tip-toe to see the contents, and had still managed to charm the dishes to wash themselves, a broom to clear up the mess on the floor and a ridiculously dangerous looking knife to chop carrots at lightning speed, all on it's own. "Hermione, darling! Thank God you've come. We've been beside ourselves, haven't we Arthur? I cannot believe it! I just hope you know that I would NEVER have raised Ronald to grow up to treat you so terribly and to think that it is okay to do so! Oh my dear, you do look dreadful! And so THIN! Good job I have all this on the go isn't it, got to fatten you up a tiny bit of you're going to vanish before our very eyes! Arthur! Aren't you going to offer Hermione a drink!"
Arthur silently held up a tea pot and this time it was Hermione's turn to smile sympathetically and nodded in agreement.
Molly switched off the flames at the hob with a click of her fingers and practically pushed Hermione down into a chair at the dining room table. Arthur used his wand to float four tea-cups and saucers out from the top of a huge cupboard and then let the teapot hover above the table and serve everyone with it's piping hot contents. Molly ceased to natter for an entire fifteen minutes armed with a strong cup of tea at her side .. until she put both of her hands over Hermione's and frowned at her. Her tone of voice completely changed, she was no quiet and calm and serious as she almost whispered to Hermione from across the table. "So darling, what exactly did Ron have to say for himself .. you know, did he come to you at home?"
"No, he just .. he just wrote to me. He sent me an owl" The memory stung greatly still and she sipped at her tea to hide the fact that she felt another sob catch in her throat and tears were welling in her eyes.
"An owl! He did it by- You mean he just? Oh that boy, I swear to Merlin.." Molly hissed ferociously. "How do you feel? I mean .. what do you think is best and what do you plan on doing now? I hope you know that you're welcome to stay as long as you like? Ronald has appeared to have, erm, vacated the Burrow, as of last night" Mrs Weasley chose her words carefully. Not wishing to mention Lavender's name in front of a clearly distressed Hermione.
"Well .. I don't know .." she looked round at the other occupants of the table. Arthur sat unblinking, deep in thought. Musing over his tea at the evidently awkward situation that had begun to occur. Ginny was wrapping her arm once more around Hermione's shoulder and she looked towards to best friend for guidance. What a question to ask. Hermione had to clue what to do now.
"I .. it sounds so silly. But all I want to do is sleep and cry and never, ever wake up again" Ginny's grip of her best friend tightened as silent tears began to pour dow Hermione's cheeks. She hunched over and began to shake, her body trembling with each shake as she cried into her palms.
"Oh 'Mione .. come on doll, let's go upstairs" Ginny whispered kindly She nodded wordlessly and arose from her chair, when suddenly, Mr Weasley grabbed her hand.
"It's be alright. Just you wait and see dear" he smiled up at her softly and somehow, she mustered the strength to smile back. His kind, warm brown eyes held a huge amount of truth and sincerity, and Hermione knew deep down, that no matter how bad things seemed at the moment, that he was right.

Hermione practically collapsed against the fresh, cool linen. Her nose was greeted with the soft smell of jasmine and she snuggled down beneath the quilt and wrapped it around her. Her muscle's all seemed to ache as if she'd done hours of exercise, and the softness of the bed felt so good against her skin.
She felt her eyelids droop and she felt her self slipping away from reality .. but was brought back to Earth with a soft "Meow.." from above her head. She say bolt upright and grinned.
"Hello Crookshanks!" the huge, bow-legged ginger cat curled around her shoulders, rubbing it's cheek against her's, purring softly all the while.
Hermione thought it had been kinder to leave Crookshanks here whilst at the Burrow whilst she lived in London for a while. Crookshanks loved the wide open spaces, and the hustle and bustle of the city would never have agreed with him.
Hermione was incredibly pleased to be reunited. She sank back down into the impossibly comfy bed, whilst her cat made a bed for itself on the pillow beside her. Hermione reached out and scratched vigorously behind her ear, smiling as she recieved some much louder purrs. She yawned and once more, began to retreat into the comfort of her dreams.