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A/N: So, Harmione out voted all else both in review suggestions and on my poll, though I did get quite a few votes for a Sirius/Hermione one and a Draco/Hermione, so I will be sure to get to those eventually.

So this story is not only for all who voted that they wanted it, but also for everyone that was disappointed with the Dramione action in Unexpected Lovers. I hope that you all like this story and enjoy reading the first chapter , reviews are welcome, and they only take a few seconds to write.

PS: This story starts off much like Unexpected Lovers, but not exactly the same, and there will be no Draco/Hermione, and if Draco decides to make an appearance then it will just be to make some snide remarks. Also, I'm giving this story an 'M' rating, though I'm not sure if that will be necessary yet.

Hermione stalked out of her fireplace into her parents home, angry tears streaming down her face. Why did Ron always have to go and ruin everything just when it was beginning to go right? Just when everyone was beginning to get over their losses from the war. Just when everyone was finally going to have a somewhat normal year at Hogwarts?

She knew that her parents weren't going to get home from work for hours so she ran upstairs to her room.

When her parents got home, then like always she would have to act like nothing was wrong. Like she hadn't lost so many people, like she hadn't gotten tortured by Bellatrix, like she hadn't been taunted and nearly killed because she was a 'mudblood'. Because if she did then it would hurt them.

She had to act like the war was no big deal, like it hadn't fazed her. Hermione knew that her parents could see that she had been through a war, the scars on her body prove that, and so did her mental scars, but she knew that as long as she acted okay then her parents would leave it alone, because she was okay, at least half okay.

But right now, she was livid and heartbroken.

Her, Harry, and Ron had all been planning to go back to Hogwarts to finish school, but then Ron backed out because he got an offer to be the keeper for the Chudley Cannons, but it required not going back to Hogwarts so that he could start training right away, and he had just told Hermione that night, the night that he was leaving.

Because of that, Hermione decided to break up with him. Because she didn't want to have a boyfriend that she would never see. And she didn't want to be in a relationship with someone that she couldn't trust.

Hermione sat down on the bed in her old childhood bedroom, decorated in light green and a dark pinkish red color. On the wall above her bed, held on by a sticking charm were pictures, they plastered almost the entire wall, some overlapping others, some moving some not.

Some were of family, but most of her family that included her were from the days before Hogwarts, before the war. There were many pictures from the wizarding world though. Lots of her Harry, and Ron, and many of her and Ron, some of them were of her and the redhead leaning in to share a kiss. But there were also some of her and Harry, some of them just standing together, others of them hugging. There was a picture of the entire Order, there was also a picture of the first Order.

There were pictures of the whole Weasley family, there was one row of pictures, one of each person that she had known (on the light side) and loved, that had died in the war. It made Hermione's hear ache to look at them.

To look at Dumbledore's twinkling eyes, Fred's mischievous smirk, Lupin's kind smile, Tonk's bright pink hair, and the many others smiling at her.

Hermione sat gazing at the pictures for a long while, they calmed her.

They mattered more than breaking off a relationship that would never have worked out to begin with. Ron was still alive and would probably end up still being her friend, but these people she would never get back, at least not until she died and that was an event that she hoped wouldn't be in the near future.

Hermione reached up and peeled off a picture of her and Harry. They were smiling, and leaning in to hug each other before separating and breaking out into laughter.

It had been taken before the war, well before the Battle Of Hogwarts, in their sixth year when Hermione was jealous of Ron going out with Lavender.

Hermione tucked the picture into the back pocket of her jeans, slid off of the bed and hurried downstairs.

xxx

If her parents were anything like they were a few months ago when she had last seen them, then they wouldn't have fed themselves after leaving the dentist office. So Hermione decided to cook dinner, though she had to admit, it wasn't just because she was worried about her parent's eating habits, but because she was desperate to get her mind off of two depressing things, Ron, and the war.

Just as Hermione was pulling the lasagna out of the oven she heard the front door creak open, indicating the return of her parents.

"Oh Hermione! I thought that I smelled something, what are you doing home? I thought that you were staying with the Weasley's until school started?" Helen Granger asked as she entered the kitchen, but didn't give Hermione a chance to answer as she was already pulling her into a tight embrace.

"I need to breathe Mum," Hermione muttered.

"Hermione were you crying?" Ross asked, ever more observant than his wife.

"I broke up with Ron," Hermione said quietly.

"Oh dear, what happened?" Helen asked while Ross muttered something that sounded a lot like, 'Bloody boy.'

"He got an offer to play on a Quidditch team, flying brooms, and decided to tell me that he wouldn't be finishing school and would be living rather far from Hogwarts and traveling a lot, and that's not all he just told me tonight, the night that he's leaving," Hermione said, her anger beginning to resurface, "But we're not going to talk about that, we're going to eat dinner,"

Helen and Ross exchanges glances and seated themselves at the table.

xxx

No one spoke as they ate.

Hermione didn't have any impulse to talk to her parents anymore, they weren't as they were before she went to Hogwarts.

It was an awkward silence, her parents exchanging glances every few bites, glances that Hermione supposed were meant to be secret, but were really quite obvious. Finally a knock at the door relieved the family from the silence.

Ross made to stand up, but Hermione beat him to it.

"I'll get it," she said. Worried that it would be a stray Death Eater she adjusted her wand in her pocket so it would be easier to access before walking into the living room and up to the front door.

"Who is it?" she asked, though she knew it was stupid. If it was a Death Eater, they probably would have just burst into the house, and if they were then they definitely weren't going to say in response to her question, 'A Death Eater, may I come in to torture than kill you and your family?'.

"'The Chosen One', 'The Master Of Death', 'The Boy Who Lived', Harry Potter, whatever you prefer," a familiar voice answered and Hermione quickly opened the door, and was greeted by a grinning, but concerned looking Harry, the only person that she really wanted to see at the moment, "You know 'Mione, it would have been awkward if you weren't the one that answered and I said that to your Mum,"

Hermione just smiled and stepped aside to let Harry into the house.

"Are you okay? You seemed pretty upset at the-"

"I'm fine, now. Really, it was nothing, Ron got an amazing opportunity and who would I be to hold him back?" Hermione said.

"You're too nice," Harry muttered.

"Ok Mr. Has To Make Sure The Malfoy's Don't Go To Azkaban," Hermione muttered, "If you ask me Daddy Ferret and Baby Ferret should have both gone to the hole, Narcissa though, I would have let her off, after all, she saved your life-"

"Hermione what's going on in there?" Ross called from the other room.

"Harry stopped by, we'll be upstairs," Hermione called, trying to avoid the whole introduction thing.

"Wait, bring him in here," Ross called.

"I'm going to apologize in advance for anything that either of them say," Hermione said.

"I've been warned, and I except in advance," Harry said, grinning.

"I wouldn't," Hermione muttered before leading Harry into the kitchen, where her parents were still sitting at the table eating lasagna, "This is Harry, Harry my parents," Hermione said.

"It's very nice to meet you Harry, we've heard so much, and thank you for killing that awful Voldymart, call me Helen," Helen said smiling warmly and standing up to shake Harry's hand.

"It's Voldemort Mum," Hermione muttered.

"Harry Potter," Ross drawled.

"Bloody hell," Hermione muttered.

"Harry Potter. Do you want to tell me why exactly you're here? Do not thing that I am capable of being a parent? Is that why you had the need to just drop by like I'm a Weasley?"

"N-no Sir, not at all. You see, Hermione was quite upset when she left the Weasley's and I just wanted to make sure she didn't do something she would regret," Harry said.

"You didn't think that my daughter was responsible enough-"

"Come on Harry," Hermione muttered, grabbing Harry's hand and pulling him up the stairs, "I'm so sorry," she murmured.

"It's okay, your Dad kinda reminds me of Snape," Harry said. Hermione laughed. Snape was one of the people that it wasn't horrible to talk about, because he wasn't exactly a friend and definitely not a loved one.

Hermione opened the door to her room and walked in, followed by Harry.

"Wow," he said upon seeing her wall full of pictures, "more pictures than books," he added, gesturing to the small bookshelf filled with only her favorite books, the rest were in her trunk and shrunken, and Harry knew that.

"Yes, it's a shocker isn't it. I've been working on that wall since before Hogwarts. It started with just a picture of me, my Mum, and my Dad," Hermione said, pointing to a small picture of her as an eight year old standing in between two considerably younger looking people.

"That's impressive," Harry said then after a few moments of examining it be added, "but I think one may have fallen off," pointing to the space where Hermione had taken off the picture of them together.

"No, I took it off," she said, pulling the picture out of her back pocket and showing it to Harry, who smiled upon seeing which one it was and pulling out his wallet, opening it up to reveal the same picture, along with one that had Ron in it too.

"Why, why did you take it off?" he whispered, turning and looking down at her so that their eyes were meeting and that they were standing so close that Hermione should be uncomfortable, though she wasn't.

"Because you were the only one I wanted to see," Hermione whispered, Harry smiled his ever amazing smile before backing away and sitting down on her bed.

xxx

Hermione and Harry sat on her bed, covered by the light green comforter, looking at a Defense Against The Dark Arts magazine featuring an article on the war and her, Harry, and Ron's rolls in it, it was surprisingly accurate.

"'Mione, it's getting kind of late, should I leave?" Harry asked, glancing at the clock that read 12:30 AM.

"No, I want you here," Hermione murmured, setting the magazine aside, flicking off the light and laying down, Harry stayed sitting next to her, "What? We slept together in Grimmauld place, and when Ron left and we were looking for horcruxes and it was cold we shared your cot and-"

"It's not that 'Mione, I just would rather not get into trouble with your father-"

"My father's not a bloody problem, he knows that we're just friends, now lay down or leave, I would rather you stay though," Hermione said, finishing in a small voice.

"G'night 'Mione," Harry said.

"Goodnight Harry," Hermione murmured, kissing Harry softly on the cheek and cuddling up next to him, trying to ignore the need she felt to kiss him again, and this time on the lips.

A/N: Thank you everyone for reading this chapter. the next will be posted tomorrow. . .or today because it is 1:47 as I am writing this. Pleasse leave a review and tell me what you think, I hope that everyone who was upset with Unexpected Lovers likes this. :)

~HarryPotterandTwilightFan