Heya this was my first fanfic but it has just recently been removed due to some song lyrics I have in the later chapters therefore I have modified it and I am re posting it, slight changes have been made but nothing major to the plot, if you have already read it there is nothing different to what you read before.

Anyway on with the story...

Summery: Ron dies and Harry is giving Hermione the cold shoulder, Why? They don't speak again for 3yrs until Harry accidentally bumps into Hermione at work and some old feelings resurface. H/Hr

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Harry Potter bar my own characters.

Time Heals Everything

A Cold Shoulder

Hermione screamed and crashed to the floor allowing her wand to fly several feet from her outstretched hand. The floor was rough and cold with a slight damp feel to it. Death Eaters were scattered around the floor- lifeless, stunned or unconscious. She felt Harry hastily seize her around the waist and haul her in the opposite direction from her wand. Her head was pounding and blood was seeping down her face, but she couldn't feel it, any of it, as terror was coursing through her body. Her fight/ flight adrenaline rush was charging through her veins. I need my wand, i can't reach it... she thought but at that exact moment from beside her Harry let out a cry, "NO, RON!"

There was another flash of blinding green light and Hermione searched the stone room to see Ron's body stumble slowly to the ground as though time had slowed down to capture the moment.

Ron had been occupying Voldemort momentarily so that Harry could save Hermione from being killed and in turn the former had suffered that fate. He had sacrificed himself. Her heart squeezed painfully he's not, he can't be. We need to get over there, we need to check that he's ok Hermione glanced up at Harry and found his face to be unreadable. The arm Harry had securely around Hermione's waist pulled her closer to his body.

Voldemort then turned on them...and suddenly the protective hold she clung to released her and unceremoniously flung her behind her defender. He stood up protectively in front of Hermione, his face determined. His eyes locked with Voldemort's. This is it Hermione panicked the prophecy is about to be completed Hermione look across to Ron. She wanted to crawl to him, to hold him. She wanted him to sit up and look at her, show her a dopey grin, a scowl anything that would show signs of life. She just wouldn't believe that he was gone.

A noise from behind drew her eyes away from Ron and she twisted around in fear. She released the breath she had been holding when through a ruined archway strode Dumbledore with The Order Of The Phoenix and one Draco Malfoy.

Voldemort smirked at the sight of the renowned Slytherin Prince, "well, well, well."

Dumbledore is here everything's going to be alright Hermione thought trying to calm herself however still sat petrified on the cold stone floor.

"Come to help the gallant hero Dumbledore? But unfortunately you were too late to save his friend."

Hermione found her voice and sobbed, "NO, NOOO YOU-"

Someone shook her, "Hermione," said a soft voice, "Hermione come on...wake up," Hermione gradually opened her eyes and found herself looking straight into the eyes of Lavender Brown.

"Are you ok?" she asked softly, "did you visit the place again?"

Hermione just nodded. Ever since that frightful night Hermione couldn't sleep without having nightmares about the final confrontation. It was the identical section over and over again. Ron's death. Thinking about Ron made her eyes sting with tears and an oppressive weight fall in the pit of her stomach. Sensing Hermione did not want to talk about it Lavender hugged her and stood up from the bed.

"Do you want me to bring you anything? Breakfast is nearly over but I can grab you something before the tables are cleared."

"No thanks though sweetie."

"Oh and you know you told me to bring you homework well McGonagall doesn't want you to over stress yourself, ok?"
Hermione managed a smiled and Lavender winked at her.

"Well if that's everything I've got to meet Parvati she's saving us seats as far back from Snape as possible," Hermione smiled again, "That's better… you so pretty when you smile, you should do it more often. I'll see you later," with that she left.

You haven't just lost your best friend though have you Hermione thought sadly. She knew Lavender, and Parvati for that matter, were trying to help. With the former thought in mind Hermione rolled over, hugging a pillow and burst into long awaited tears. The warm droplets swept down her face. What made this whole situation even worse was Harry, she hadn't seen him since the attack. All she had gathered from the girls was that he too was excused from lessons and he had stayed in his dorm all day and didn't want to see anyone, not even her, Hermione. She knew him well enough to know that he needed to have his alone time but she wanted to see him. She continued to cry before drifting back to a stressful sleep.

She was reawaken by the sound of a door closing and footsteps on the stairs. Break Hermione thought. She sat up, her head pounding, and slipped on her robes. She was going to go for a walk around the lake and in the grounds, to get some fresh air. She exited her dorm and entered the common room. Crookshanks bounded over to her and purred contentedly as she stroked his warm body. "Hello," she whispered. A noise in front of her made her look up. Harry Potter had stepped into the common room. They locked eyes briefly before he turned away and brushed straight passed her not uttering one syllable.

"Harry," she said, but he continued out of the portrait hole.

She swiftly exited the room and chased after him calling his name. "Harry... Harry wait."

She reached him and grabbed his arm to face him. His face was masked and no emotion conveyed in his eyes. Hermione also noticed that all his muscles tensed when she touched him.

"What?" he demanded.

"Erm... want to go for a walk, I haven't seen you since...for ages."

"Whatever," and with that Harry continued now with Hermione by his side. They proceeded in silence until they reached the grounds.

The sun was high in the sky, its rays spreading far and wide across the grounds. The light bounced off the lake a spectrum of colours mirrored in the clear blue water. Usually Hermione would be delighted with this view she so frequently saw in the summer months at Hogwarts, she certainly didn't care what the weather was like at the moment but it definitely lifted her mood.

The pair continued to walk in silence around the lake until Hermione ventured some sort of conversation.

"How- erm-I…I want to talk to you…about what happened and…." Harry continued to say nothing. "… I want to know why you're behaving like you are towards me…" Harry still continued to walk on in silence, "…I know we're upset because of-"

"You don't know what I'm feeling and I'd like it to stay that way thank you."

"Harry I'm your friend I'm here for you to talk to… and I was hoping you'd return the favour. I need yo-"

"Well you thought wrong didn't you Hermione now if you'll excuse me I wanted a quiet walk…Alone."

Fine be like that she thought and with that Hermione turned around and walked in the opposite direction towards the tree the trio used to sit under every summer and do their homework. She smiled at the memory, but not for long soon tears of anger were flowing freely down her face… and she let them. She sat under the trees outstretched branches shivering slightly in the cool breeze. He is the limit! I can't believe him! I want to be alone blah- blah- blah…ugh she screamed in her head bringing her hands up to her hair and running them once through it- stressed.

"'Ermione?"

She turned to the voice, tears still streaming, "oh hello Hagrid."

"Are you ok? Why are you cryin?" Hermione was still debating her answer when Hagrid replied, "Do ya want to talk?"

"Please," and with that Hermione stood up, brushed herself down and followed Hagrid into his house. Hagrid's gentle giant nature and caring side made it easy for Hermione to talk to him.

"It's Harry," she began before even being seated, her fingertips flying to her temple massaging it as talking about Harry was a stressful subject, "he won't talk to me about it…about anything…Ron, himself, his feelings anything! He doesn't speak to me or want to be around me. I thought that seen as we have both been through it we'd be able to help each other through these difficult times but all he does is shut me out." All the words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them.

''Ermione jus' slow down a minute 'ere…'ow do you feel?' asked Hagrid

How do I feel she thought that's easy, "I feel…miserable." She now sank down into one of Hagrid's oversized chairs. "I miss Ron I still can't believe it is true. I won't let it be true. There is an ache in my heart that…that,' she felt her eyes sting with tears again ' w-won't go away and…and he was one of my best friends, the brother I never had, and now he's gone. I want t-to talk t-to Harry more than an-nything in the w-world b-but he doesn't w-want to see-e me. After everything we have been through together." She sniffed placing her hands in her lap.

"I'll tell yer wot, why don't you stay here this afternoon and help out in my class?" Hermione lifted her head at the proposition, "I admit there will be 3rd year Slytherin's to contend wi at one point but I expect it'll be better then staying alone in Gryffindor Tower."

"Oh Hagrid that would be wonderful," she cried and ran over and hugged him.

Hagrid's cheek flushed slightly as they often did when someone praised him.