AN: For those of you who have read this story before (from where I left it) I decided to re-work it and make it much better, as I wasn't satisfied with the way it was turning out! So here is the first chapter, and I am working on fixing up this story so that way both myself and my lover readers are satisfied, please tell me what you think of the new and improved version!

Chapter 1. Foolish Behaviour (Revised)

Heavy and hurried footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs of the newly rebuilt Burrow. Hermione Granger ran past Molly Weasley who was tending to the dishes. Molly lifted her head, placed her hands on her hips and tutted quietly to herself.

"Those two have been arguing again no doubt. Hermione dear, what is it?" Molly's voice was full of concern. Hermione quickly turned around in the door way and looked at Molly, large tears were streaming down her pretty face.

"He so… ignorant to how I feel! It's almost as if my feelings don't even matter to him!" Her voice was shrill and at a very high volume. Hermione turned to leave through the door way once more. Molly not knowing what else to do wiped her hands on her apron and ran to the door, she grabbed her by the wrist and turned her around, Hermione didn't struggle but let herself be held down for a moment.

"Hermione, where are you going to go?" The older woman looked at her daughter-in-law, seriously concerned for her state of mind.

"I'm going for a walk; I need some time to cool off, because if I don't, I'll say something I'll regret." Hermione hung her head low and her bushy, silky curls fell silently around her face. Molly slowly let go of her wrist, and cupped Hermione's face with her gentle hand. Hermione looked up at Molly and gave her a small smile, a silent communication passed between the two women, and Hermione turned away from Molly and slowly walked out of the door. She walked and walked until she came to her favourite spot out in the field. A massive oak tree towered over Hermione, the gentle breeze playing with the leaves. Her head was pounding, but she could feel the energy of the tree entering her body, restoring her spirit. She sat down and crossed her legs and placed her hands on her knee caps, she felt the earth beneath her, and listened to the breath of the tree above her. She sighed, and rested her head against the rough bark of the oak. Hermione closed her eyes, and centered herself, breathing in and out slowly. Her mind began to go over her argument she had with Ron, she analyzed it, reviewed it. In the end she knew that they were both at fault, she at fault for assuming Ron could read her mind, and him for neglecting her feelings and failing to communicate with her. Hermione chided herself for being so childish, and for wearing her heart upon her sleeve. She knew there was nothing wrong with allowing her true feelings to show but she did not want them to control her.

Get a grip on yourself. Arguments happen, this is just a rough patch in your relationship with Ronald, things will get better from here.

She sat there for a few moments longer, and wondered to herself whether things really would get better. She shook her head and decided it was best not to let thoughts like that linger. Hermione lifted herself from the ground and dusted off her jeans. The wind changed and she could smell something in the air, a light perfume. She turned around and Ginny was standing there holding a yellow tulip and twirling it in her fingers.

"You and Ron were fighting again… that's why you're here. Men, when will they ever learn?"

Hermione smiled a weak smile and took the tulip from Ginny's hand; she tucked it into her hair and together they walked back to the Burrow in silence. Ron was sitting on the couch, a butterbeer in his hand, his face was stubbly and he had dark circles underneath his eyes.

Hermione continued walking past him, and she walked up the steps to their bedroom. She laid down mechanically into the bed and pulled the covers over her, wrapping her in warmth. She closed her eyes and allowed sleep to take over her.

Severus looked down at the scene from the Lake of Visio. He turned away to face Dumbledore, and looked him in the eyes. The older wizards face was in a bright smile, the lines around his eyes crinkled, and the familiar twinkle in his eye was brighter than ever.

"Why must I watch the problems of the young Miss Granger and that dunderhead Weasley?"

Severus' dark eyes' glimmered in the ethereal glow around the Lake. Dumbledore smiled at him and placed a gentle hand upon his shoulder.

"Severus, my dear Severus. Your questions will be answered soon enough, but for now watch."

Dumbledore pointed one long skinny finger at the surface of Lake, and an image of Miss Granger appeared once again.

"Meddling old fool." Severus mumbled under his breath and turned towards the water, and watched silently as Miss Granger slipped into an uneasy sleep.