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Hermione's POV

Hermione was warm, warm and comfy. She shifted and felt a warm, hard thing next to her. 'Mione blearily opened her eyes to see "Dean!" She sat up quickly. "What is it 'Mione?" Came the muffled reply, Hermione glared at the small head peeking out from under the covers. "What," She paused for dramatic effect "Are you doing in here?" Dean yawned and said "It's a library Her- Her- Hermione, a public place, and it's not my fault you cried yourself to sleep over the-" Dean stopped speaking abruptly because Hermione's hand had flown out and slapped him hard.

Dean's POV

Dean looked at her, shocked before sitting up and hugging her and whispered in her ear "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said that, it's not my place to say that." Hermione's face was hard and her eyes were blazing with a fire Dean had only seen on warriors faces. "No, it isn't," Dean flinched at the cold steel in her tone before her face softened and said "but you haven't seen what I have or felt what I felt. Therefore, you couldn't have known how I would react." Dean gazed at her before he felt tears starting to well up in his eyes, he felt her wrap her arms around him, just as she had in the train. "I was just so worried, I couldn't find you anywhere… I thought you might be thinking about taking an early trip to see Hades." His voice broke and he started sobbing freely.

Hermione's POV

Hermione's arms shook with the realization of how worried he must have been to think that. Hermione wiped his tears away and said "Shhh, now where is Mama P? I know she has to be here somewhere, she will have breakfast for us." Dean calmed down enough to point into the general library. Hermione felt behind her for her wand, grasping it she felt the familiar warmth flood into her arm. After tactfully removing Dean from her arms, she rolled out of bed, cast mouth freshener and wrinkle remover charms, and pulled her hair back from her face.

Hermione squared her shoulders and strode out of the room. Madam Pince looked up "Hey Mya, how did you sleep?" Smiling Mya said "I slept wonderfully, do you need any help putting away books?" Mama P, gave a little smirk before saying "I do, but you have classes and you missed all of them yesterday, luckily you only had charms and DADA." Hermione's jaw hit the floor, "I slept that long?" Madam Pince snorted at her reaction and nodded. "Hey Mya?" She hesitated as though nervous as to what the answer would be. "Why were you crying?" Hermione looked down at her shoes and clasped her hands together.

Hermione sighed before saying "I just had a very bad experience… that was the anniversary of it." Madam Pince opened her mouth, she looked like she about to inquire more but seemed to think better of it and shut it. Dean shuffled out into the sunlit room of the library.

"Hey Mama P, I like it in here." He stated before blinking suddenly as the vulture-like woman swept him into hug. Saying over his head "Mya, you have found a good family member to bring in."

Dean's muffled voice came from the arms of Madam Pince, "I am still here you know, I can hear you."

Dean's POV

Dean struggled to get out of the arms of the wiry woman holding him. Finding it useless he decided to appeal to the librarian's better nature. "Mama P, as much as I love being here I really do need to get to class." She chuckled and let him go "Classes, it's a Saturday!" With a grin, Dean hopped out of reach. He smacked his sips and asked "So… what's for breakfast?" He asked with a lopsided grin.

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