A/N. This is my first story ever written in English. As it is not my native language I hope you will not be annoyed by my writing. If you notice something or if I need a Béta let me know! The first chapter is small and a little dull but I promise it'll pick up after that!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That belongs entirely to J.K. Rowling. I just like to play in what she has created.

One hell of a holiday

Chapter 1

For the first time in her life she was aware that she was not in any immediate danger, a very strange feeling that would take some getting used to. Not in a million years she would have figured that the war against Voldemort would end in her not getting hurt or killed for that matter.

She sighed and nestled herself in the big armchair that was stationed in the living room of the Weasley's. Everyone was here. Well not everyone of course. Tears welled up in her eyes when she thought about the people that they all lost in the Great War. George was in this family the biggest loss. The Weasley's always were a very close family and losing one of them felt like losing a limp. At least that's what it felt like for herself. She couldn't even imagine what it would feel like for Molly, Arthur en all their children. Thank god the rest survived.

For the last month everyone was trying to come to terms with everything that had happened. Every single person dealt with this in their own way. Ron shut himself off from everyone, staying in his room and not wanting to talk to anyone, not even Harry.

Harry himself found a very strange way to deal with all of this. He would only talk to Ginny. Well if you could call it talking. Hermione knew very well what they were doing, and talking was definitely not it. She found them one day in the broom shed in the back of the garden, in a very compromising position. Harry was fully naked, as was Ginny Weasley. The latter was on her knees with her mouth full with Harry's cock. Something Hermione never hoped she would have to see. Well, that hope was shattered very fast. Due to the fact that she had always considered Harry as a brother, you can imagine what that felt like for her. And she considered Harry wasn't too happy with it either.

After that they never spoke of it, but Hermione knew that Harry and Ginny were getting it on, every chance they got. All she was hoping for was that Ginny's brothers wouldn't find out, or else there would be hell to pay.

'Hermione, dear?' Molly was hovering over Hermione with a plate that gathered a lot of food. In her hand she was holding her wand and the plate was flying before her eyes.

'No thank you Mrs. Weasley.' Hermione replied softly. Molly was dealing with this by making everyone food and stuffing it in their faces. Nobody was hungry and most definitely not Hermione. She hadn't been able to eat that much since the war was finished, resulting into the fact that she became very skinny and fragile. It just seemed so pointless. Even though they won the war, they also suffered a lot of losses. It just seems wrong to celebrate now.

She knew that people of the order were talking about her and worrying that she became too skinny. It wasn't that she was anorexic or such; she just couldn't eat and think about all the people that are dead right now. And a lot of people were, dead that is.

Tonks tried the most to get her to eat. She is incredible that women. Not only did she take care of Lupin and their child Teddy. She took care of almost everyone that was left of the order. The biggest surprise being Snape. Everyone thought him dead after the bite he endured. But it was actually Hermione of all people that noticed his little hitch of breath. That notion eventually saved his life. Not that she wanted to be thanked for that. She never gave Snape as a person much thought. As a Professor she respected him greatly, but she didn't know him any other way.

But staying with him while he was dying gave her a new perspective on him. One she didn't want to have. She never really cared for him and was not planning on doing so now. No matter how hot he looked in proper muggle clothes.

'You have to eat honey.' Molly kept pressuring and in defeat she took a sandwich of the plate. Playing with it in her hands she already knew she wasn't going to eat it.

In a week she would have to make a decision about what she wanted to do with her life. The fact that she didn't finish Hogwarts downed on her again. She didn't graduate, who would want to work with her?

You helped defeat The Dark Lord, every witch or wizard will want to work with you. Said a little voice in the back of her head. That might be so, although the fact that she didn't complete her education did not sit well with her.