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Hermione knew there was only one possible place to go. The one place that she had always felt at home and the one place she realized she needed now more than anything.
“Sorry, I kind of just dropped everything and came when I got your owl. I really needed to come here,” Hermione confided
Chapter 3: The Plan
As his mother called that lunch was ready George decided that he would make it his mission to help her find it again.
Hermione was on the verge of tears by the time she finished and she could feel herself trembling from head to toe. It had been hard to admit everything, but she had to confess that she felt better now that she had let it out into the open.
“George Weasley, if you ever try a stunt like that again, I will not hesitate to hex you!” she exclaimed before storming off towards the house, brushing past Mrs. Weasley who had come out to find the source of all the yelling.
The Chair by the Fire
Hermione sighed and shifted to place her now empty mug on the table beside her chair. She settled farther down into the chair as she stared morosely into the fire. Why is life so complicated, she wondered to herself before falling into a dreamless sleep.
The Empty Bed
Some Gryffindor I am, he thought as he took one last look at Hermione’s sleeping face. I can’t even tell the girl that I’ve fancied for the last three years that I love her, or face an empty bed.
“So where are we going?” she asked him as they left the shop.
Hermione had been surprised when George had sought her out in the bookshop to ask her to lunch. She thought he would’ve been busy with the shop or eating with some of his friends. Instead, he was standing at the bottom of the ladder she was standing on, insisting that she eat with lunch with him.
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