Unceremoniously

Arguments at Dinner

The week passed by, uneventfully. They read books with the hopes of finding new information, but were unsuccessful so far. Hermione helped George work on a plan for a reopening. They slept, and in the night they held each other. They fell into a routine and time passed quickly. They had yet to return to the Burrow. Hermione had sent letters back and forth with Harry and Ginny and she knew George was owling Fred. Neither had heard from Ron. An owl landed on George's bedroom window, late Friday afternoon, just eight days since the night of the shower. St Mungo's sigil was waxed to the front of the letter. Hermione gave the sweet owl a little pellet as thanks and turned back towards George.

"Our first appointment, tomorrow" She said, a frown on her face. George let out a huff and took the letter from her, reading it himself.

"At least we don't have to bring anything" He said with a tight smile. She nodded and grabbed the purple beaded back from the table. It still had the extension charm in it, and she had frequently rearranged the things she kept in it, although now that did not include a tent or rations. She pulled out the purple journal.

"I wanted to add something that I found out, and tell you about it. I'm not quite sure if it is what I think it is, but maybe you can help me" She said, and he nodded, sitting beside her at the desk.

"Well, I think we can... I don't know how to explain this... I think we can feel each other through the link... emotions and wellbeing" Hermione said, pausing throughout. George nodded along, and when she finished he smiled.

"That makes sense Granger, you know, I wasn't going to say anything, but I can tell when you're having a nightmare, the magic in my hand gets so intense it wakes me up" He said, rubbing the back of her neck. She nodded, eyes wide. It made complete sense. She didn't know why it was happening, but she was relieved to gain even a little bit of knowledge about their problem. They both jumped as the floo in their living room chimed. They looked at each other confused. Hermione felt fear bubble up inside her, she tried to remember she had nothing to be afraid of now. They jumped up and quickly moved to the living room, both letting out a sigh as they saw the red hair of the young Weasley sister.

"Ginny, what's wrong?" Hermione asked, expecting the worst. Ginny's floating head laughed.

"Nothing, I've just got something for you two, can I come over?" George nodded and her head disappeared. The floo let out a whoosh as Ginny's body materialized. Hermione gasped as she saw the many bags Ginny was holding.

"Ginny, what is all this?" Hermione managed to get out as she watched Ginny put the five bags down on the floor near the sofa. Ginny laughed and pulled Hermione to sit next to her. George stood beside Hermione, an amused smile on his face.

"I went out and picked you up a few things of course! Living with this one is a bit nuts, I would know I did eighteen years of it! I got you some new clothes, toiletries like new shampoo, and your favourite tea" Ginny summarized and Hermione felt a smile fill her face. She hugged her friend tightly.

"You really didn't have to, '' Hermione breathed with a smile, lifting a box of her favourite Earl Grey from a bag. George gave his sister a grateful smile, he had felt awful knowing Hermione had only a bag of things. Ginny led the way to their room, putting the bags of clothing on the floor.

"Does she not have any drawers George? Wow, very rude" Ginny tittered, hands on her hips. George looked sheepish and Hermione jumped in.

"Well I only have like three outfits anyway, I didn't need one" She said, defending George. Ginny shook her head.

"This won't do. Come on then, make some room for her, or give her the closet, what have you got in there anyway?" Ginny said, making her way to the closet doors. She swung them open to find a small room filled with old products from the store and papers everywhere. George groaned and walked past them.