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Author: jedi34

Story: Lost in Transfiguration

Part: 7: Friends and Awkwardness

Rating: Teens

Setting: Post-DH

Status: Completed

Reviews: 16

Words: 5,498

Updated: July 22, 2008, 3:16pm

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7: Friends and Awkwardness

Harry was asleep on a chair in his living room, snoring loudly. One particular snore was so loud that it woke him. He jerked in his chair, rubbed his eyes and then grabbed his head in pain.

I didn’t think it was possible for my head to hurt this much without dying. Merlin, this is worse than Avada Kedavra, and I should know.

Harry snorted as he made himself laugh, but he quickly stopped as it caused the pain in his head to intensify. He closed his eyes and squinted against the light streaming through the windows. He heard a soft whimper and turned to see George on the couch along with multiple bottles of Firewhisky on the repaired table, mostly empty.

Harry scrunched his face as he made a mighty effort to remember what had happened the previous night. He and George had gone to a local Muggle bar and then came back and traded Firewhisky shots. Harry looked at the bottles again and caught a whiff of cinnamon wafting from the bottles.

He began gagging as his stomach heaved slightly.

Merlin, I’m never doing that again, he thought.

Harry managed to get to his feet and stumbled into the kitchen where he got a pot of coffee started. He had never much cared for the stuff, but he heard it was good for the after-effects of a night like last night. Ginny still hadn’t retrieved her things from the flat, and coffee was something she had apparently become addicted to over the summer.

Harry’s mood darkened as he thought about Ginny. He turned back to the couch to see George stirring from all the noise that Harry was making.

“Gods, Harry. Do you have to shake the whole damned building?” George whined.

Harry tried to laugh but ended up holding his head between his hands as it began pounding again.

“George, if you ever get it into your head to help me out again, do me a favour and just hex me instead. That or a good swift kick to the head; I think either approach would hurt less.”

George actually did manage a laugh and only winced a little.

“Ah, but then we wouldn’t have had all the fun we had last night, or don’t you remember all those Muggle girls you snogged at the bar?”

Harry honestly couldn’t remember much from the bar, but he decided it wasn’t good to let George in on that fact.

“Me? What about you and that song you sang to the waitress?”

George’s smile vanished, and Harry could tell he was trying to remember if the said event had actually happened.

“Hey, Harry, I’ve got an idea. What happens when we go out is to never be revealed to anyone. Deal?”

“Deal,” Harry responded, smiling.

He walked back toward his room as he called over his shoulder, “I’m hitting the shower George. Feel free to stay and eat breakfast.”

Harry stood in the shower and let the warm water sooth his pounding head. It was amazing how different he felt today from just the day before. He was still upset, but somehow he had an insight that his life wasn’t over. If nothing else, he had a friend in George.

George. How did he become such a deep and strong person? He’s amazing.

I guess even he had to grow up. Considering… he thought.

Harry took a long time in the shower and emerged a considerable time later.

“George, feel free to shower yourself, but I think I used all the hot water,” Harry called as he walked out of his room.

He stopped short as he saw Hermione standing nervously in his living room.

“Hi, Harry,” she said in a timid voice. It was obvious she was afraid Harry was going to reject her.

Harry thought for a long moment on how he should respond, running his hand through his hair and readjusting his glasses. Eventually, he sighed and gave in to the inevitable. Regardless of what had happened, he and Hermione had been through too much for him to push her away. After Ron had left during the Horcrux hunt, it had been the two of them for a long time.

“Hi, Hermione, what brings you over today?” Harry asked politely, but not coldly either.

Hermione immediately brightened as she picked up the grudging acceptance in his voice.

“George Flooed the Burrow and said he thought it was safe for me to come over and talk with you.”

“Oh he did, did he?” Harry said, shooting a somewhat menacing look at George.

George, for his part, looked completely unapologetic and simply shrugged his shoulders.

“You guys needed to talk, and I wasn’t sure you saw that. There are some things she needs to tell you. Things that need to come from someone not named Weasley.”

Harry looked at him with a miffed expression. “George, you know I would believe anything that you told me. You’re the only person that didn’t abandon me, for Merlin’s sake!”

Harry felt bad as he saw Hermione slightly wince at his statement.

“I know, Harry, but I think it will be better this way. I’m off to the shop to see what’s going on. If I leave Lee there too long, the place seems to blow up, literally. See you later, Harry. Don’t be a stranger!” George called as he disappeared with a loud crack.

“You know,” Harry said to Hermione, “I never really understood George until today. He really is an amazing person.”

Hermione nodded in agreement.

“Harry, how are you? I’m really sorry about what happened with the potion and everything else, I was trying to help you, and I know you didn’t ask for help, but I was afraid that you would end up worse because, let’s face it, Harry, you’re not a Potions Master, and I don’t want you to think that I think that I can just do whatever I want concerning you and…”

Harry held up his hands to cut off the rushed torrent of run-on sentences pouring from his friend. He tried to smile in a reassuring manner, seeing her obvious nervousness. “It’s okay, Hermione. I know that. If not for you, my entire mind might have been destroyed by my meddling with potions and treatments that I didn’t fully understand”

Harry looked around the room for a second.

“I’m not going to pretend that I’m not angry with you for meddling in my life… again. To be honest, while not directly responsible for what happened with the Weasleys, you’re part of that group that somehow forgot that I existed after you didn’t need me anymore.”

Harry again stopped as he noticed the bitter tone he had finished on. He paused, took a deep breath and tried to find calmness in his center.

“I should be thanking you for saving me. If fact, I will. Thank you for being my friend, Hermione,” Harry said as he walked over and hugged her.

He felt her go limp against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Thank you so much, Harry. I was so afraid that I would never hear you say I was your friend ever again.”

Harry motioned over to the couch.

“Come, sit. Tell me everything that’s been going on with you since I checked out. You also have to tell me about this rock on your finger,” Harry said smiling.

Hermione smiled broadly.

“Oh, Harry, I will. However, I need to talk with you first about something else. About what happened at the memorial…”

She trailed off as Harry held up his hand.

“Hermione, let’s not bring that up alright? It happened. It’s not pretty, but at least its over, and now I know who my true family actually is.”

Hermione shook her head at his statement.

“That’s just it, Harry. You don’t know everything, and I think you should know before you totally make your mind up about things.”

Harry looked at her sceptically. “Fine. We have this conversation once, and then never again. Agreed?”

Hermione let out an exasperated breath. “Fine, Harry. I think you’ll change your mind once you hear the truth.”

Harry smiled inside to himself as he laughed at his friend.

She always thinks she’s right. It’s actually pretty endearing, he thought as she began talking. Quickly, his smile vanished as she began speaking.

“Harry, the family knows that they made terrible mistakes. No one is denying that, but you can’t take everything at face value. Yes, they had a private graveside for Fred, but the only reason that they didn’t tell you was that they were afraid that if you showed up it would be a circus.”

She sped up her explanation as she realised he was getting angry.

“It wasn’t your fault, Harry, but those first two weeks after the Battle—well, no one could get near you, and you always had a flock of people following after you. The family fully intended to have another service after everything had settled down and invite you.”

Harry couldn’t understand how this could be.

“But you didn’t come see me for over two weeks. No one did! No owls, no messages, and when Percy started in on me, telling me how the family didn’t want me around anymore, no one said anything, not even you. You just stood there. Everyone did! Besides, it’s not my fault the reporters and fans and Ministry folk wouldn’t leave me alone! I never wanted that!” Harry said, raging, getting angrier by the second.

“Harry, I’m not sure I can explain. I can only tell you why I’ve acted like I’ve done, although I believe it was the same for Ron and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.”

She paused and then continued.

“After the Battle, everyone wanted to be near you. You had people from the Ministry, press, and just ordinary wizards all trying to be close to you. For the first week, we couldn’t even get around you or Number 12 because of the sheer number of Ministry and other people crowding around you. Also keep in mind that at the same time, they were making preparations to bury Fred. I pretty much just stayed wherever Ron was. I wasn’t going to leave him."

Hermione sighed and touched his hand before continuing.

“As for the memorial, I’m not sure what to say. I should have said something. I know Ron feels the same way. We were all kind of in shock. They had put Fred in the ground that morning, and it took a minute to realise what Percy was saying to you. Everyone was, well at least I was, in emotional shock from everything. I don’t know what else to say. Everyone knew they made terrible mistakes, and they have been trying to find you and fix it for over a year. Harry, they love you. They love you! You know it’s true.”

Harry jumped up and began pacing back and forth.

“Fred was my friend! He gave his life so that I could fulfil some damn prophecy. He was my brother, he was my brother!” Harry was openly crying. “You think some cock and bull story about media antics makes up for me not getting to say goodbye!?”

Hermione shrank back from his anger. “NO, Harry! I didn’t mean it like that; I just want to put it in a different frame of reference. It doesn’t excuse anyone.”

“What about Ginny? I saw her face at the memorial, and afterwards, well, you didn’t hear what she said to me. How are you going to explain that one away, Hermione?” he shouted at her.

Hermione winced at his tone, realising how upset he actually was.

“Harry, please come sit down. I can’t explain that away. She was terrible to you. I can say that I’m pretty positive she said it because she loves you deeply, and seeing you dead, lying at that madman’s feet, almost destroyed her,” she said softly.

“Destroyed her?” Harry choked. “I’m the one who faced him. I’m the one who walked to my death. I’m the one who gave my life for her so she could live!” he said finally, his volume somehow even louder than before.

“I know, Harry. I know. I’m not excusing her, but you should know that later, she did the same for you.”

Harry stopped and stared at her.

“What do you mean she did the same for me?” he said dumbly.

“After you disappeared, she pretty much stopped living her own life. Everything she did became focused on finding you. She even started the Healing track in case she found you and you needed some kind of help. Why do you think she ended up here in Edinburgh of all places, in your flat? She dedicated herself to finding you. And when she finally did, she separated herself from her family in order to protect you.”

Harry looked at her, disbelief clearly written across his face.

“She let them think she was living like a scarlet woman with some Muggle in order to save you. Finally, the night you got you memory back, she risked her life and her memory on unknown enchantments. Just for a chance to save you.”

Harry snorted. “Some risk. Besides, she risked me just as much as herself. She just wanted me back, seems pretty selfish to me.”

Hermione looked at him sharply. “The risk to you, Harry, was minimal. It either worked or it didn’t. However, it could have killed her with her magic tied into the potion in such a non-conventional way.”

She softened her tone when she saw that he didn’t understand. “Harry, when you take a potion, it uses your own magic and chemical reactions to create magical effects. Your own magic buffers you, though, kind of like a magical immune system, to keep the potion from draining your magic too far.”

She sighed when he still looked confused. She walked into the kitchen and took out two cups from the cupboard, one large and one small.

“Pretend that the large glass is full of water and is your magic core. The smaller one is Ginny’s. Now if you start pouring your water out, your magic will stop the potion before your glass is empty.”

Her tone had taken on a lecture feel; however, Harry actually seemed interested and his previous anger was not showing for the moment.

“Imagine now that you could draw water directly from Ginny’s glass. Your glass is so much larger that you could pull all her water out easily. The potion wasn’t directly in her system, so her magic couldn’t stop it from totally draining her. It could have very easily killed her.”

Harry took the two glasses from her and looked at them intently, while Hermione watched him closely for signs of anger.

He seems calmer. Maybe I can continue with out him blowing up.

“Harry, I’m not saying that bad things didn’t happen. We all should have been more aware of what you were going through, and we sure should have told Percy to get lost. Ron beat the living daylights out of him afterwards, he was so angry.” Hermione managed a smile at the memory of the beating her finance had delivered that night.

“Actually, Percy and the family have had some… difficulties since that night. They are not totally estranged but many blame him for your disappearance. At least, they did until Ginny finally came clean.”

Harry began pacing again.

“What you’ve said actually explains a lot of things that weren’t making sense in my head.” He paused for a moment and looked uncomfortable.

“Um… Hermione. I need to talk to you about something. It’s about what happened when you restored my memory,” he trailed off, staring at the floor.

Hermione blushed scarlet and stammered, “I’m sorry, Harry. I didn’t think that would happen, and I’m…” she stopped as he held up his hands.

“No, not that. It’s something else. When I couldn’t remember anything, I knew I couldn’t remember. Does that make any sense? I knew there were holes that I couldn’t fill.”

Harry looked at her self-consciously and squinted like he was afraid that she wouldn’t believe him. “Now I know, somehow, that most of my memories have been restored. I just know that there aren’t that many holes left.”

Hermione looked confused. “So what is the issue then?”

Harry shrugged. “Just like I knew I was missing memories before, I know that my memories aren’t, well, they aren’t right. They aren’t like they are supposed to be.”

Hermione leaned forward, intrigued. “Harry, no one has ever done this before. Have you been taking any notes or keeping track of things or… Oh, right, sorry,” she finished as she saw his ire beginning to rise again.

“Okay, tell me what you mean by not right,” she said.

“Well, my memories are there, but they are different. I have some memories that I know can’t be right because I can see myself in them, like I’m looking at myself. In some cases those are the only memories I have of an event, like I’m outside watching myself. I also have memories of things that I know happened after I disappeared. It’s hard to explain, but it’s like my memories are, um, softer? Or, I know this sounds crazy, but pinker? Can memories be colours?” he stopped, shaking his head in bewilderment.

Hermione pursed her lips together, thinking.

“Harry, we never really talked after— well, um—after you got your memory back. You don’t know what happened do you?”

He shrugged self-consciously. “I know you and Ginny used some dangerous magic to bring me back. You just said so yourself.”

“Right, Harry. The way we did it though was very unique. I bonded the potion to Ginny’s magic. You pulled her thoughts and memories from her in order to rebuild your own.”

Suddenly she clapped her hand over her mouth.

“That’s it! Don’t you see? Your memories have been recreated using Ginny’s! That’s changed your perspective; you even see events the way she has seen them. What? What’s wrong?” she asked as she noticed that Harry had gone very pale.

“Nothing, it’s just... I have the memory of seeing myself lying at Voldemort’s feet. The feelings that accompany that memory, I thought they were mine. They’re not. That’s how Ginny was feeling when she saw me lying there. Oh, Merlin!”

Harry dropped to the floor and was silent for a long time. Finally, Hermione spoke.

“Does this mean you forgive her?”

Harry shook his head in the affirmative. “I forgave her ten minutes after you left the flat last week. I’m just afraid to trust her.”

Hermione put her hand on his shoulder and gently rubbed his neck.

“I just don’t know if I can go back to the way things were before,” he said quietly.

Hermione knelt down and hugged him.

“I know, Harry. It’s okay. I just thought you should know everything before it destroyed any chance of you and the Weasleys reconciling. Besides, I’m going to be one soon, and I don’t want that between us,” she said, hugging him again.

She stepped back and gave him another nervous look.

“Harry, speaking of Ginny, there is something else I need to ask you, and I’m afraid you’re not going to like it.”

She bit her lip and waited until he nodded at her to continue.

“She hasn’t been to class much since the day you got your memory back. She needs to go back to class, or she is going to fail and get kicked out.”

Harry shrugged, unsure what this had to do with him.

“So tell her to go back. I’m not stopping her.”

“Harry, you don’t understand. She can’t go back to class until she finds a place to stay in Edinburgh. This late in the term, that’s almost impossible.”

Harry jumped back up, angry all over again.

“Well, she bloody can’t stay here. That’s for sure.”

“Harry,” Hermione said firmly, “be reasonable. It is her flat too. Her name is on it until the end of the year. Even if you can’t trust her, I know you don’t wish her ill. The scholarship she has is very sought after. You don’t want her to throw that away because you can’t deal with her. If it’s that bad, then you should move out and let her stay here.”

“It’s my flat!” Harry shouted. “Why should I move out?”

“Harry James Potter!” Hermione yelled back. She stopped and softened her voice.

“Just think about it alright?” she pleaded. “And be quick, she can’t miss any more class. She’s been trying to Apparate back and forth, but it is wearing her out. Not to mention all her stuff is still here, and she is afraid to come get it.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll think about it.”

Harry took a deep breath and managed a smile.

“Now enough of that; tell me about what you’ve been doing.”

“Ron just started Auror training,” she started out. “Actually, do you mind if I call Ron and get him to come over too? He has been dying to talk to you. It’s been over a year, you know.”

When Harry reluctantly nodded, she squealed and hugged him again.

Hermione went over to the Floo to call Ron, while Harry walked over to the table and grabbed the last bottle of Firewhisky. Despite his head still pounding, he poured what was left into the large glass that Hermione had taken from the kitchen. Merlin help me get through this.

Harry tipped back the glass and drained it, coughing and retching against his body’s reaction to more Firewhisky.

He immediately began feeling light-headed and the world became slightly fuzzy.

That’s better, he almost managed to think to himself and he slumped back on the couch.

Ginny come back here? That wouldn’t be so bad right? I mean, she’s hot.

He drunkenly laughed at himself and then sighed as his traitorous mind drug out memories of Ginny and himself on the couch while under the influence of the mind-restoring potion.

“Harry!” Ron shouted as soon as he came through the Floo.

“Mate? Bloody hell. You didn’t tell me he was pissed, Hermione,” Ron looked accusingly at his wife-to-be.

“Well, he wasn’t when I went to call you. This is a recent development,” she snapped back.

She walked over to Harry and gently took the glass from his hands as she pushed his hair back off his face.

“Oh ,Harry, I am so sorry that we did this to you,” she began sniffling as Ron came and took her hand.

“Not quite the way I’ve been imagining seeing him again,” Ron said dryly. “I was prepared for anger, hoping for acceptance and forgiveness. This was not a situation I was ready for,” Ron sighed.

“Ron?” Harry opened his eyes and looked through bleary eyes at his once best friend.

“Harry,” Ron said as he grasped Harry’s hand.

“Heya, mate,” Harry slurred. “You marryin Hermiyineoee?” he continued to have difficulty speaking. For a brief moment, his eyes cleared. “You hurt her like you did me and I’ll kill you.”

Ron involuntarily stepped back from the intensity of the look in Harry’s eyes which Harry then closed and went to sleep.

Hermione looked at Ron, her eyes wide. “Well, yes then,” she said in an unusually high-pitched sing-song voice. “You think we can get him to bed?”

Ron grunted and picked Harry up cautiously, like he was a sleeping snake that could bite him at any second.

“Ron,” she said as they walked to Harry’s room, “I know him, and he is going to let Ginny come back. We just have to convince her.”

“I don’t know, Hermione. We should wait until he says that it’s all right. If not, aren’t we meddling again?” Ron managed to ask as he dumped Harry face down on the bed.

Hermione stopped and turned to Ron. “Ron Weasley,” she hissed, “you will go along with this and be nothing, and I mean NOTHING but supportive to your sister or you will not be playing Quidditch anytime soon, do you understand me?”

Ron looked very confused. “Quidditch? I haven’t played in ages, especially since I’ve started the Auror training. What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Believe me, Ronald, you won’t score any goals for a long while if you keep this up.”

Ron turned pale as her meaning became clear.

“Fine, then. I’ll go along, but if this comes back on us you’re taking the blame. I’m going on record as saying this is a bad idea.”

They exited from Harry’s room and prepared to leave for the Burrow. Ron grabbed Hermione and pulled her close him.

“Quidditch. I swear, woman, sometimes you’re totally barmy. You know that?” he smiled down at her. “You feel like a match now?” he suggested.

She smiled as she leaned in to kiss him. “Back to the Burrow?” she asked.

“Right this way, ma’am,” Ron responded as they disappeared.

~*~

Ginny sighed and slumped down in a chair in the kitchen of the Burrow, totally exhausted. She didn’t realise how hard serial Apparation was, especially over long distances. She knew she couldn’t keep it up much longer.

The way my courses are going, I won’t have to, she grumbled to herself. All of her course supplies, notes, and study books were at her—well —Harry’s flat. She was too afraid to go get them so she had been struggling through with what she had available. She knew she was in real danger of losing her appointment and scholarship to the school. Her eyes filled with tears as her frustration got the better of her.

I’ve already lost Harry, and now I’m losing this too. There’s not much left to my life anymore. My mum and dad will hardly talk to me. I’m lucky they are even letting me stay here.

She managed to laugh at herself over how dramatic she was being.

I miss Harry so much. I can’t believe everything turned out this way.

Without warning, Ron and Hermione Apparated into the kitchen, holding on to each other, Hermione squealing in delight as they kissed once they had fully materialized. Ginny rolled her eyes and got up, in no mood to watch a display of romantic exhibition especially in her current state of mind. She began walking away but stopped when she felt a slight tug on her arm. Looking over, she saw that Hermione had grabbed her sleeve and was pulling her back into the kitchen.

“Ginny, we need to talk. You can’t keep going this way with your school. You’re going to flunk out, and you are much too smart for that to happen,” Hermione began primly.

“I know, Hermione. That’s why I’ve decided to drop out. It’s just not working,” she replied with tears again in her eyes.

“What? No!” Hermione said. “Ron and I talked to Harry, and look, it is technically still your flat as well, at least until the end of term. All your stuff is there, and it just makes sense for you to go back.”

Ron nodded at the incredulous look on his sister’s face.

“I told you she wouldn’t go for it,” he said to Hermione.

“Hermione, there is no way I’m going back to that flat,” she said shrilly.

“Ginny, think rationally. Harry is just angry. He doesn’t hate you, and you can’t afford to lose your scholarship. Even if you never speak to him, it’s only until Christmas. We’ve talked to Harry, and he is fine with you coming back.”

Ginny looked to her brother for confirmation with hope in her eyes. “Really? He wants me to come back?”

Ron looked uncomfortable.

“Wants might be too strong a word. Let’s just say I think he won’t chuck you back out again.”

“Ron!” Hermione scolded. “Remember what I said would happen if you were anything other than encouraging?” she said with a gleam in her eye.

Ron paled and turned back to his sister.

“No really, Gin, he’s fine with it. He said to come on back over as soon as you can. In fact, he said we should come right now,” Ron said with fake sincerity.

Hermione scowled at Ron again before turning back to Ginny.

“Really, Ginny, it’s for the best. Please think of your future.”

Ginny sniffed back tears again.

“My future? Everything I had ever planned for my future is gone. All those dreams I had of us, all of it. It’s gone.”

Ginny looked dejectedly at Hermione. She knew that her friend was right.

“Well, Ginny,” she said out loud to herself. “It’s only until Christmas. If it doesn’t kill you, it will make you stronger.”

“That’ta girl!” Ron shouted, looking over at Hermione to make sure she was taking note of how supportive he was. “See, dear, it all worked out. There is no need to—um—follow through on your threats… I mean, your suggestions that we talked over earlier.”

Hermione scowled again. “Ron, you are a total blockhead,” she said, turning back to Ginny and winking. Ginny, despite herself, laughed along with her friends and prepared to face Harry again.

~*~

Harry mumbled to himself as he picked up the flat and tried to make it at least look like it used to before he had gotten his memory back. Despite everything that had happened, he did feel sorry for Ginny and her problems at school.

Maybe this won’t be so bad, he thought to himself.

He looked up as the front door swung open to reveal Ron and Hermione followed closely by an extremely nervous Ginny.

Harry stood stock-still and stared at her for a long moment.

Not that bad! Not that bad!! I’m a total git, this is terrible! Harry thought. He continued standing still with no clue what to say to her.

Finally, Ron broke the silence. “Right then. Ginny, let’s get you to your room.” Ron took her arm and draggedg her past Harry into her bedroom.

Harry looked at Hermione with pleading in his eyes.

“This isn’t going to work, Hermione. I can’t do it. Besides I can’t be held accountable for things I said when I wasn’t sober. I still don’t remember agreeing to this.”

Hermione gently touched his arm.

“Then move out, Harry. You have no reason you have to stay in Edinburgh. Let her do well in her classes. If it’s too much, go back to Grimmauld Place.”

Harry shook his head stubbornly.

“No way, Hermione. This flat is mine. I’ve been chased from place to place my entire life, never having somewhere that was my home. I’m not being chased again, not even by a silly girl that probably never loved me anyway,” Harry said gruffly.

Hermione shook her head sadly, but Harry noticed that she was looking past his shoulder to the hallway.

He turned around and saw Ginny standing there, red-faced.

“Silly girl! Silly girl! I’ll show you!” she screeched as she rushed toward him.

He pulled his wand, expecting her to send a hex his way as she approached. Instead, she reached back and slapped him so hard that he saw flashes in front of his eyes.

“That’s for being a stupid bloody proud git! If you ever accuse me of not being honest about my feelings for you again I will make you effing pay, Potter!” she screamed. “I’m going to class,” Ginny finished as she grabbed her bag from where she had dropped it by the couch and stormed out the front door.

Harry winced as she slammed it so hard the clock fell off the wall, and the front door frame cracked again.

“What is it about Weasleys wanting to beat me senseless this week?” Harry plaintively whined to the ceiling.

Hermione looked at Harry disapprovingly as she flicked her wand repairing the door. “I swear, you people should pay me for all the times I’ve had to fix this bloody flat,” she mumbled to herself.

Suddenly she turned on Harry with an angry expression. “And you! How could you say something like that, especially after telling me you have some of her memories! You know the truth of how she feels.”

Harry immediately looked ashamed and doggedly walked to his room in silence.

Hermione simply sighed again trying to ignore the “I told you so” looks coming from Ron. She hoped she had done the right thing by pushing her friends together like this. Either they would see that they were both being unreasonable and work everything out, or they would kill each other. She wasn’t sure which outcome was more likely, but she knew George had given Ron a five to one payoff if they actually worked it out. She sighed again dramatically. George was hardly ever wrong when it came to the odds. She just hoped that this time was the exception.

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