Warning(s): Excessive Violence

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Well, this was hopeless. Hermione scratched off another cave system. The only one with a hint of magic was Merlin's cave, but nothing that couldn't wait for another occasion. It had been over a month. She couldn't go every day, she had other missions.

If they could even be called that.

It seemed that most battles ended in a stalemate. What was even the purpose of these? Kingsley and Mad-Eye were planning them. They didn't really seem to be doing anything. She wasn't even taking out followers. Not that that was really possible. They had no prison for them. And what would she do with prisoners? She couldn't afford to feed them.

Why even bother with these performance pieces? They weren't rescuing anyone, they weren't stopping supply lines, no sabotage, nothing! Of course, if she hadn't burned their secret entrance into the Ministry she could probably do more. But then how could she wreak havoc without it being blamed on the employees?

Hm… there was a way and she knew just the batch of troublemakers to do it. The Ministry will have their hands so full they wouldn't have the time to deal with much else.

It was brilliant. Risky. But it just might work.

Hermione shivered and hugged herself. Why was this area just perpetually cold and wet? And the wind was sometimes so strong she thought it might carry her right over the cliff. It was definitely strong enough to blow away any warming charms she tried to cast.

This was miserable.

She needed to move inland a bit. Just to catch her breath.

The chill wasn't any better and a rain was blowing through. There always seemed to be a bit of ice in the rain these days. They cut every bit of exposed skin. The chill seemed to go down to her core until she was as stiff and cold as a porcelain doll. Her cheeks and lips had gone numb, her lungs burned. Why was it so cold?!

Why was she so useless?

What was even the point anymore?

A slow inhale startled her and she looked up to see three dementors circling overhead. How had she not sensed them? One swept down, breathing deeply. Hermione stumbled back as a bit of her essence was ripped past her lips.

No. Not like this. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts.

All she could see were grey eyes and a warm hand encompassing hers. It was enough.

"Expecto patronum!"

A badger burst from her palm, snapping and snarling. Hermione shrank into her otter form and scurried away. The dementors didn't give chase. They didn't care about what they perceived to be animals.

Did she cut her losses? Go home?

"Dinner!"

A stunner barely grazed her back.

"Don't eat me!" she shouted. "I'm a human!"

She faced a hungry looking man, behind him a hungry looking woman. Werewolves? Hermione returned to her normal self and they stepped back.

"Er, hi," she said. "Sorry to disappoint, I was running from some dementors that way."

She pointed in the right direction.

"How many?" asked the woman.

"Three. I cast a patronus, but it only held them off." She hesitated. "Are you hungry? I have some food."

She reached for her pouch and they brandished their wands. She held up her hands. Another blast of rain blew through. She could have escaped, but she couldn't just leave them to starve.

"I'm not going to hurt you," she said. "You're just trying to survive, I get it. Just…" She reached to her pouch again and slowly brought out a bag with her food. She held it out. "Go on. Take it."

The woman stepped forward while her partner kept his wand ready. She snatched the bag and backed up, looking inside.

"It's mostly dried stuff," said Hermione. "Jerky, dried mangoes, protein bars. Some water bottles. I don't know why they would pick the juiciest mangoes if they're just going to dry them."

"I know you!" the man gasped. "You're Hermione Granger!"

No sense lying. She was too unique without her disguise.

"Yeah," she said. "Listen, if you need help I can offer you a place to stay. Food, water, medication, that sort of thing."

"There's a bounty on your head," said the woman. "Five thousand galleons."

"Wow, that's a lot. I might turn myself in for that kinda cash," said Hermione.

"Wait," said the man. "Ruby, think about this. She's actually made progress for our kind."

"What progress?" Ruby scoffed. "We're just a way to boost her ego. The Dark Lord promised us rights."

"Do you really think he's going to keep that promise?" said Hermione before she stopped herself. "My money is that as soon as he's done using your people to get what he wants, he's going to turn on you."

"We're dead either way," said the man. "Wizards always reject us, might as well have a chance to start over somewhere new."

"Well, when I remove him, I'll prove you wrong," said Hermione. "Until then…"

She flicked her wrists and their wands spun out of their hands.

"Voldemort!" Ruby shouted.

Crack!

Snatchers appeared around them. Five of them. Hermione tried to apparate but found she couldn't. Shit.

"Come on, love," said the leader. "It'll be easier if you come quietly."

"I am not your love." Hermione inhaled deeply and spat fire, spinning in a circle to catch all of them. Only apparition was unavailable. While they were distracted, she drew her scythe.

They descended onto her. Ruby found her wand and joined the fight. The man with her ran away, snatching up the bag of food Hermione gave them.

Hermione focused only on the fight. It wasn't fair odds, but with each one eager to lay claim to her bounty, they were wild; nonstrategic. Her blade cut through their flesh with little resistance.

"Voldemort!"

Crack!

More reinforcements. Hermione slammed her staff to the ground and blasted them all off their feet. She took off at a run. Was any of the blood on her her own? She couldn't focus on that. She was glad to have the bracers Fred and George made to protect her from their stunners. The howling wind blew away their words, the rain was blinding. She didn't know where she was going.

She couldn't apparate yet. She didn't say the Taboo, why couldn't she apparate?

Black clouds came in on either side. Hermione swung at one and a wizard came falling out, the other remained just out of reach.

A green light flashed and she fell to the ground.

"ARGH, YOU FOOL!"

Scrambling to her feet, Hermione decided to try another way before the next Killing Curse hit her.

"Point me to the sea," she whispered, the end of the shaft pointing to the left.

Spitting another blast of fire to keep them back, Hermione took off at another run. She grabbed a prank from her pouch and threw it over her shoulder. The glitter bomb exploded in the rain, she couldn't look back to see how many it stopped. She could see the cliff edge in sight. Just a little farther!

The persistent black cloud pushed ahead. Voldemort's face appeared, unnaturally white, red snake-like eyes, and a mouth that stretched back to his ears. She spat fire at him and launched herself over the side of the cliff. She collapsed her scythe, shrank into her otter form, and hit the waves like a stone. Everything hurt, but she couldn't stop. She took a deep breath before diving, swimming along the bottom and weaving around sharp rocks that could have killed her upon impact if she hadn't been so small.

The bottom of the sea was calm and quiet, though the waves roiled above her head. She kept moving, only popping up for a quick breath of air. Once she found a place, she could rest. There. A cave. Hopefully it wasn't completely flooded with the tide.

Swimming into the darkness, she skimmed along the top of the cave until it opened up. She broke the surface and inhaled sharply. It was pitch dark, but oh God did she pick the wrong cave.

So much dark magic. What had happened here? Trembling, she found the shore and transformed back into a human. Something felt broken. She clutched her side and winced. Perhaps she just ran too much and was cramping up. The cold didn't help, either.

Casting baubles of light, she looked around to see where she was. There, behind a great stone wall. A thousand writhing dark entities.

"Yeah, I'm definitely gonna get murdered here," she whispered.

She tried apparating. Damn. She'd have to wait until the Taboo wore off. Could they still track her just for being in close proximity?

Whoosh!

"Ah, so you found my childhood sanctuary."

Hermione whipped around, drawing her scythe once more. Voldemort flicked his wand and she blocked his curse. He grinned, showing off a row of needle-sharp, yellowed teeth.

"Give me my locket," he hissed and touched his tattoo.

Several of his followers appeared to surround her.

"What locket?"

"You're trapped, Mudblood." His high, hissing tone set her on edge. Like needles in her elbows. "Give me what I want and I shall make your death painless."

"Tempting. What else you got?"

"I won't kill your entire family. Your parents, your aunts. Such ancient blood you have, tainted by Muggle filth and squibs. A shame."

"You're one to talk. Your mother's family tree doesn't even branch, it just goes straight up."

"It's pure."

"It's worse than Charles II of Spain," she scoffed. "Still… I love my family. I would do anything for them. Do you swear on your magic you won't kill them or let anyone else kill them?"

"I swear on my magic," he said.

A binding appeared around his heart. Hermione reached into her pouch and gripped the object.

"Sucker. Should have had me promise to give you the locket first."

His eyes widened as she slammed instant darkness powder on the ground. Spells shot from all directions. The powder stifled the darkness, but she could still see all their energy signatures. They fought blindly, she did not. Voldemort roared and cast a curse that threw her off her feet and into the rising tide.

Adrenaline got her back up again. She could end this! She charged and brought her scythe down. There was a give and a roar of pain. Something warm and wet splattered across her face. Magic rippled across the wall to the right and a gasp of air rushed through the cave. The level of dark magic brought her to her knees.

Voldemort began to chant.

Damn. She missed.

She inhaled deeply and spat flames, seeing ghostly white skin stretched over skeletons crawling towards her—inferi. They backed up slightly from the flames.

She scrambled away, her hand hitting something. Did she drop her bag? She grabbed the thing as the inferi rushed her again.

"Bye Tommy-Tims," she said and finally apparated.

Oh, thank God. Hermione stumbled to her knees as Rosehill came into view.

Forcing herself just a little farther, she got to her feet, feeling like her legs were made of jelly. She pulled her scythe out of the mud but couldn't lift her arm enough to collapse it. Why was everyone congregated in the library?

Easing into the house through the lab, she shuffled along, dripping from the rain. She was frozen solid. She'd be amazed if she walked away with just a cold.

"We need to face it, things aren't really moving along," said Mad-Eye. "When Granger gets back we should discuss the leadership role."

Hermione paused outside the door.

"Are you kidding?" Fred scoffed. "You asked to join the Weather, you can't stage a coup just because she isn't running things like you think she should."

"She's just a kid," said Ben.

"So were we," said Charlie.

"Her transparency could kill us," said Merula.

"Well," said Fleur. "I would trust Nia. I would follow her to the ends of the earth."

"She's inexperienced," said Mad-Eye.

"How many horcruxes have you destroyed?!" Cedric demanded. "Your generation would have killed Harry if it meant stopping Our Good Friend."

"A vote," said Hermione. Her throat hurt, but she spoke as clearly as she could. "If someone wants to be the leader, we'll campaign and put a vote to it."

"You're back early," said Kingsley. "Come in, Nia. Have you found a horcrux?"

"Not exactly." She slid open the door and entered the library. Somebody screamed. She winced at the piercing sound.

Everyone was stock still in shock.

"Hi," she said, waving the lighter item she was carrying. Oh. She hadn't grabbed a fallen pouch at all. It was an arm. The hand was stark white, the fingers long and spindly with sharp but dirty nails.

She dropped it on the ground and wiped her hand on herself, which did nothing. She was covered in blood and mud.

Cedric scrambled to his feet and ran to her.

"Are you hurt?!" He checked her over.

"Probably." She inhaled sharply when he touched her side.

"What happened, Granger?" Mad-Eye asked.

"Mm… no."

"Granger!"

"I'm sorry, I thought you didn't like my oversharing," she snipped.

"Mimi." Cedric cupped her cheek.

"I got attacked by dementors, ran into some werewolves," she said. "Tried to help, but they didn't trust me and one broke the Taboo. Can't apparate after it's activated I guess. Not sure how it works exactly. After the snatchers couldn't take me down, they called reinforcements."

"Is that… his hand?" Cedric whispered.

"Uh huh. I didn't mean to grab it." Hermione dropped her scythe, too. "I think… I'm gonna go clean up now."

"I follow Nia," said Fleur firmly. "She is our leader."

"I agree," said Fred.

"I'm only here for her," said Cedric, hurrying after her. "Mimi… here."

She welcomed the support. He helped her to the lift and she was glad it had been installed. She was dripping everywhere. Was she freezing up? It was difficult to move.

"Nearly there," he said, opening the door to her room.

Once in the bathroom, she plunked down on the ground and leaned against the bathtub. "Help me."

"As you wish." He got the hot water running and took out all the available washcloths. "Let me get a bucket."

Yeah… with as much caked on her it would probably clog the drain.

Cedric returned with Chiara who was armed with a medical kit.

Hermione was numb. Her arms were lead, her legs were as useful as a marionette's, and she was so cold yet so hot at the same time. Her armor was removed and set aside for cleaning, Chiara helped her down to her sports bra and shorts. Cedric was going to leave, but Hermione asked him to stay, so he did.

The bloody mud was gently wiped away, the washcloths were wetted with the warm water from the bath. Only then were her injuries found. She had bruises on her chest and a quick healing charm righted the ribs she'd broken. There was a deep gash on her calf and her head was bleeding.

"I can't get it out of the locs," said Cedric.

The white ones were stained pink and they felt like they weighed a ton.

"Just cut them," she whispered. She wanted to speak at a normal volume, but the pain set into the back of her throat. Too much heat. She breathed too much fire. Wasn't careful. She'd need a special potion to heal it.

"Mimi…"

"Do it." She probably lost several anyway. Her hair had been pulled and the left side of her head felt a little too light for her locs being wet.

Cedric made quick work of it and gathered it up so she wouldn't have to look at it.

"She's frozen solid," said Chiara. "We need to warm her up gradually before a bath. Get some blankets."

Cedric hurried out and returned moments later with wool blankets. They moved her out of the bathroom, but kept her on the floor. She wasn't entirely clean yet, but if she bathed now it would only hurt her.

A thick, wool hat was placed on her head and she was wrapped up in several layers of magically warmed blankets. She closed her eyes and dozed a bit. She used up a lot of magic. It must not have been very long, but when she was checked on she was feeling much warmer.

"Cedric?" she whispered.

"He's getting you something to eat," said Chiara. "We better get you cleaned up. No infections under my watch.

"Okay."

She consented for Chiara to help her finish undressing and got into the bath, which had been filled with some sort of herb mixture. There were still streaks on the floor, but most of it was wiped up. The curtain was drawn and she was given the privacy to clean herself. Even after the initial wipe down, the water quickly became murky and grimy. The suds from her shampoo pooled down a pinkish color.

Hermione let the water out and used the detachable shower head to rinse off. She removed her splints one at a time to clean them out and rinse her hands off as well. Her fingers didn't warp anymore, which meant she was healing, but her hands couldn't function well and hurt a lot without them.

"Nia, I have fresh clothes for you," said Chiara. "A fresh towel, too. Holler if you need any help."

"Thank you."

By the time she was set up in her bed, Cedric came in with a tray and Hermione's voice was gone.

'Is the house freaking out?' She asked Cedric.

"Well, you did walk in covered in blood and carrying an arm that doesn't belong to you," he replied, setting the tray over her lap. "I made you oatmeal, just how you like it, and a big mug of hot chocolate. I used some real chocolate, not the powder."

'You're too good to me.' Hermione slowly ate. It was tempting to just hork it down, but she knew that it would be a bad idea. 'I'm an idiot.'

"You're many things, but an idiot isn't one of them," said Cedric sternly.

'A hypocrite then. Kreacher knew all along where the locket was found and I never thought to ask him where it was recovered from. Or if he did say, I forgot it. I should have talked to him. I need to ask him if he has an idea of the others.'

"You can ask him when you're better," said Cedric. "Until then, you need your rest. You take care of everything else, let me take care of you. Alright?"

She nodded. When she was done, he moved the tray so she could lie down.

"I'll bring you more food in an hour or two," he said. "You must've used quite a bit of magic."

'Yes.'

Cedric leaned over and kissed the top of her head.

"And next time, I'm coming with you," he said. "You can't talk me out of it."

She didn't argue. Both out of weakness and a lack of desire to argue about it. Striking out on her own was a mistake and one she wouldn't make again. She was lucky to be alive.

The ordeal weakened her greatly and she was ill for several days. Had it been one thing or the other, she would have been fine with a bit of rest and a potion, but she got sick, which made it difficult to replenish her magic and her body was working hard to replenish her magic so she couldn't fight off the illness. And the Pepperup only worked a little.

While Cedric kept the household running, Chiara stuck by her side to make sure she was actually healing. She thought she might have gotten visitors, but was barely awake long enough to eat and drink or use the bathroom before passing out.

About a week later, she felt well enough to return to her schedule, but went easy on her morning workout. Really all she did was walk laps around the barn before going inside to make breakfast for the group meeting she sent a notice for last night.

Some of the group was halfway through eating by the time everyone arrived, all crowded around the dining room table.

"Bonjour, Nia," said Fleur. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," she said. "Everyone here? Great, this meeting has come to order. First off, who the hell are you?"

She pointed to a red-haired Asian woman.

"Tulip Karasu," she said. "Friend of Tonks. Cedric let me in."

"Alright. Second, last week there was talks of booting me out of my leadership role, where are we with that?"

"The consensus was that Kingsley and I would not be accepted as leaders above you," said Mad-Eye. "Considering what you pulled last week, perhaps I was a bit quick to assume."

"That's all a bit fuzzy, what did I do?"

"You lopped off Morty's arm!" said Fred. "And carried it into the library."

"Which arm?"

"Left," said Draco, shuddering. "It had the dark mark."

Hermione laughed derisively. "Let's see him summon his followers now! How's the public handling it?"

"The Death Eaters are nervous," said Talbott. "Their great leader isn't as invincible as they thought."

"Good, then we can build up on that. While they're on edge I was thinking of pushing the chaos. I need all tricksters and pranksters on deck. Hit the Ministry and Diagon Alley."

"Only pranks?" said Kingsley.

"Well, I thought of something more destructive but if innocent people are killed then it will be used to demonize us and our cause and I have no idea how supplies are delivered so I'm not sure we can steal their stuff. Better to use the psychological aspects. Keep them on edge, ruin their days."

"I know the supply lines," said Jae. "And the best hijack points. There are more platforms than 9 and 3/4."

"And how would you know that?" asked Talbott.

Jae paused. "Er…" His voice raised in pitch. "Ehhh…"

"I'd like to discuss that further," said Hermione. "I think it's important to hit now when they're already panicking. It might not help us end the war, but it will buy us time." She tapped her fork tines to the plate as she thought her next words carefully. "I think I may have to astral project, see what I can find out that way."

"Nia, that's too dangerous," said Cecilia.

"I know it's dangerous, but it might be our only chance to find the horcruxes short of asking everyone we know if they have an idea," she insisted. "I'll be careful and I'll have Cedric spot me. He can pull me back if I start slipping away."

Cedric's cheeks tinged with pink.

"Now, I have made Our Good Friend swear on his magic to not kill my family," said Hermione. "Unfortunately, I was thinking on the spot and didn't really cover any loopholes. He might be able to hurt them and I don't know if it counts just towards people I consider my family or who married in or only those who share blood with me, meaning out of all of you, only Cecilia would be safe."

"How did you get him to swear on his magic?" asked Mad-Eye.

"I don't know, I think I just got lucky. He thought I was desperate. I also think that because only that soul fracture is bound, if he resurrects through the other horcruxes they won't be bound by the same promise."

"Next time I'm going with you," said Draco. "I could have saved your life!"

"Well, lesson learned." Hermione ran her hand over her head, missing her locs. And hair for that matter. All she had was a centimeter of fuzz where she hadn't been injured.

"You look lovely," said Fleur.

"Yeah!" Fred added. "You have a nice shaped head."

"Thanks. I think. I just miss my hair. I worked so hard to maintain them."

"I'm sorry," said Cedric. "I probably didn't have to cut so close."

"Well, there was no saving it," she said. "It's not like you can sew it back on."

"No, no saving it at all," said Cedric. "Definitely can't turn it into a wig for a human doll. Completely unrelated, what are your measurements?"

Hermione snorted and thunked her forehead against the table. Cedric grinned while everyone else just looked confused or weirded out.

"You two are weird when you're together," said Draco, shaking his head.

"Yeah. Let's see, what else?" She waved her fork in the air, running over the mental checklist. "Cedric asked about chickens. Honestly, it is cheaper to buy the eggs from the store, but if we have to hunker down, we will be better off having access to some fresh protein via the eggs. And with the cows, in a couple years we'll be able to start making our own butter and cheese, which will be good in the long run. The only thing is, I don't want Cedric to be the only one taking care of our four cows and cluster of chickens. What's gonna happen when we leave in August for our tour? We'll be gone a month, maybe two, and I'm not coming back to four dead cows and a couple very fat chickens."

"What do you mean fat chickens?" asked Fred.

"They'll cannibalize themselves," said Cedric. "Probably pick at the cows, too."

"Right," said Hermione. "So, I'm not investing in any more farm animals if I can't rely on anyone else to take care of them properly."

Barnaby raised his hand. "I will! I love the cows!"

"Good man. Ced, you're in charge of organizing that since you know what you're doing. Train some residents up on the schedule."

He saluted.

"What else? Oh, yes. Please use half the amount of detergent in the laundry unless the clothes are just absolutely soiled. I'm taking dinner requests for next month, please submit them in writing. Grocery run is at the end of the week, if you have a special request please put it on the list, if you want it solely for yourself I'm gonna have to charge you and you'll need to keep it in your room or someone else is going to eat it."

"You find it, you can eat it, that's the rule," Cedric agreed.

Hermione nodded and tipped her head side to side as she chewed another bite of breakfast.

"Okay. I think that's all the business. I'll let you know what I find with my astral projections. Tricksters, you can plot what you want to do, but I would like to sit in on the meetings, you know, record them." She gestured to her video camera.

"Why do you record the meetings?" asked Jae.

"Well, when they write the history books, I want there to be at least one truthful account of it all," she said. "I have recordings, written documentation, it's important. So people don't forget or cram us into a narrative that suits their perception of us. Especially me. If I'm going to be written as a raging bitch it'll be on my terms."

"Actually the term going around for you is the Grim Reaper," said George.

"Grim Reaper?"

"Yeah. I think it's the scythe and you've got that invisibility cloak."

"Well, technically it's the pin that turns me invisible," she said. "But the Grim Reaper has a cool ring to it. Is it cause I took the big bastard's arm?"

"Can't believe you managed that," said Merula in disbelief. "No one has been able to hurt him since, well, Harry Potter."

"Technically that was Lily and James' doing," said Hermione. "Their selfless act of pure love acted as a temporary barrier from harm and the kickback caused Our Good Friend to explode. But sure, a toddler can make a person spontaneously combust."

"That really bothers you, doesn't it lass?" said Mad-Eye. "The prophecy—"

"Bollocks to the prophecy," said Hermione. "I think putting that sort of pressure on a child is just a way for the adults who had a chance to change things to feel better about sitting with their thumbs up their asses."

"You're so crass!" Derrick protested. "Ladies shouldn't say such things."

Every woman in the room took that as a challenge and each took a turn saying something crass, upping the filth until Derrick was bright red and stuttering.

"Dobby's sock," said Bill in slight amazement at Fleur's final words.

"Are you keeping that in?" asked Kingsley, gesturing to the camera.

"You bet," said Hermione. "Let's see. I think that's it, unless anyone has any questions or comments."

"So when you say chaos…" said Fred.

"Bedlam."

"Think Hogwarts 1996," said Cedric. "But… bigger."

Fred, George, and Lee grinned.

"Wait, are you talking about what I think you are?" said Tulip, grinning.

"Absotively posilutely," said Cedric.

"I'll leave you to it," said Hermione, handing Cedric the camera. "I better get some work done. That jewelry won't make itself."

Derrick recovered. "You know, my family owned a jewelry store. Finest magical jewelers in the world. They taught me a bit before… well, perhaps you would appreciate some company?"

"You don't have to work in your room," said Fred. "The workshop is always open."

"It's too noisy in there," said Cedric. "It'd be overstimulating."

"You don't speak for her," Derrick scoffed.

"I only speak for her when she asks me to."

"She's not asking now!"

"I just meant I was stating a fact."

"You three are terrible," said Diego. "Don't you know the first thing about wooing a woman? All this talk of work when you should be inviting her out to dance."

He grinned and winked at her. Cedric, Derrick, and Fred all got looks that read quite plainly, "KILL!"

Oh, God, not him, too. Hermione looked up at the ceiling, hoping that whatever being that was toying with her life could see and hear her.

"They come here, they all come here," she said. "How do they find me?"

It'll pass. It had to. Derrick, Diego, and Fred anyway. She was pretty sure she was Fred's Angelina rebound and he was chasing that "what if" when she said yes to a date and he chickened out. That she could deal with. Especially once he realized they weren't all that compatible.

Derrick? She saved his life twice. Hero thing. She was the Knight in Shining Armor, he was the Damsel in Distress. She was the first face he saw after almost a hundred years trapped in a book. He still wasn't familiar with this new world. She was safe. He knew she'd protect him. He built up an image of her in his mind and once the rose tint faded, no doubt as a result of his comfort in this modern day, he'd move on and be glad she didn't return his affections.

Diego? He seemed the type to fall in love a hundred times a day only to fall out of it again in the morning. They had similar hobbies, so he probably found her interesting and exciting.

And then Cedric. He did let her know what she was in for. She had her reasons for not being with him, though those reasons were starting to feel flimsy.

"Hey Fleur, want to make some jewelry up in my room?" she asked.

"I would!" Fleur got up and kissed Bill's temple. "Girl time, don't wait for me."

They hurried upstairs to Hermione's room. She definitely needed some girl time. She needed to distract herself from everything. She had enough to worry about and boy troubles were the least of them.