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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟏 - 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫

A/N: sorry for the delay, something with a marriage, a buttload of complaining students and an upcoming honeymoon. 😉 I'm also a little behind on writing, and have rewritten this chapter too many times.

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Hermione was sitting on a plaid couch inside a cottage somewhere in the countryside. The safe house that Harry and Ginny had been staying at was cute and cosy, but she didn't feel welcome. It had been two weeks since the meeting at Grimmauld Place. She had been redundantly counting the days, as she didn't have much to do anyway. She was so bored that not even books could distract her. She wondered if Malfoy was worried about her? They were arguing when she left for the meeting, with him punching Theo and all..

'You're mine, Granger.'

That chauvinistic bastard. Still, when she thought back to the words he spoke she felt a tingle run through her body. Ron never claimed her like he did, Ron never had the urge to possess her as much as he did. Blimey, even if she despised it about him, he reminded her of a dragon guarding its treasure. She wondered if Theo was alright too. Now that he was seen with her in public, and featured in Witch Weekly he could be in danger too. Neither of them knew where she was right now, as Kingsley blocked the heart at Grimmauld Place, preventing Theo from retrieving her later.

It was infuriating.

Hermione sighed and pulled her knees up to her chest. She was wearing a hideous woollen jumper that was probably three sizes too large for her. Kingsley had dropped off a few essentials for her, such as clothes and toiletries, but she wanted her own stuff. She was done wearing what others picked for her, she wanted her own clothes. She understood why she was in a safe house, but it was also utterly ridiculous. She had been safe at the cottage, and truthfully, she missed Crookshanks.

Was anyone feeding him?

She sighed, worrying about things she wouldn't be able to change, never solved anything. She was staring out in front of her, feeling empty and annoyed. The sun was setting and she felt like pulling her hair out of frustration. Neither Harry or Ginny had bothered to properly talk to her since the meeting, and she wasn't going to start up a conversation either. They didn't really ignore her, they just didn't say anything when she was around apart from the 'good morning's' and 'good night's'.

Every evening after dinner Hermione would seclude herself to the couch in the small living room, staring outside the window until the sun disappeared behind the dark line of oak trees. She'd sometimes stay like that for an entire night, and often fall asleep on the couch. She had no clue whatsoever where she was staying though, and neither Harry or Ginny bothered to tell her. Not that she was going to ask .

She sighed for the umpteenth time when she spotted Ginny from out of the corner of her eye. Not bothering to start up a conversation Hermione continued to stare outside of the window.

'Are you just going to sit there the entire night again?' snapped Ginny at her suddenly when she emerged from the kitchen.

'Depends,' said Hermione, her voice a little hoarse as if she hadn't spoken in years. 'Are you going to be civil?'

'Civil?! You can't expect me to be civil Hermione!' she shouted. 'How can I? You cheated on my brother and now you're cosying up with a notorious Death Eater!'

'Your brother has been a royal arse towards me for months!' yelled Hermione back. 'You can't possibly fault me for seeking moral support somewhere else! M-Theo was there, he listened! And he's not a sodding Death Eater! '