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It Takes Two

She could feel her eyes filling with tears, but she wouldn’t cry. She was stronger than that.

“Hermione, what is wrong?”

“Nothing Myrtle.”

“Yeah, and I am alive.” A transparent ghost was floating in front of her. Hermione was sitting in one of the stalls in the girls’ lavatory. She looked at the floor. “I haven’t seen you this upset since the fourth year. You know I can keep a secret. What’s up?” The ghost persisted. “If it’s Malfoy I can go and haunt his room. It drove him almost mad last time.” A smirk spread on her pale face.

Hermione laughed. “Yeah, he said he was sorry just so you would leave. It’s not that easy this time.”

“What ever it is, I can make them sorry they hurt you. You are the only person who bothered to befriend my in this school, ever. I can still remember you coming here and asking if you could brew your poison in my lavatory. Nobody ever did that. Nobody talks to me but you.” Said Myrtle sadly.

“You know you can always count on me.”

“So why are you crying?”

Hermione felt tears rolling down her cheeks. She hiccupped.

“Ron is cheating on me and Harry knew it. I can’t believe they could do this to me.” The Gryffindor was crying openly.

“Bastards! I… They… Aaarggggggg!” Moaning Myrtle was furious. “How did they explain that to you?”

“They don’t know that I know. I heard them talking. And then I ran up here. I don’t know what to do, in two days we are leaving for the Burrow for the summer holiday. I really can’t go now. Can you do me a favor and fetch Ginny? You know her don’t you?”

“The one that was dragged to the Chamber of secrets? Yes, I remember. Where do you think she is now?”

Hermione thought for a minute. “Try the Common room and her room; it’s in front of mine.”

“Then I’m on my way, and you hold on, okay?” with that the dead girl left thru the wall.

20 min later the ghost was back. “She is on the way.”

The next moment somebody ran to the lavatory. “Hermione!” and sounded extremely worried.

Hermione left the stall with Myrtle at her side.

“I’m here Gin.”

“Oh sweet Merlin! What happened?” Ginevra Weasley said giving her friend a hug that even her mother would be proud of. “You look horrible!”

“Gee, thanks Gin, you always know how to brighten someone’s day.” But she knew that her friend was right. Hermione was a mess. Hair disheveled eyes puffy and red, face tear streaked.

“Ron is cheating on me.” At that the red heads jaw dropped.

“What! How? When? Who?”

Hermione gave her a small and sad smile sitting on the windowsill.

“So I take you didn’t know.” Her answer was a hug.

“My brother is an arse.” Ginny whispered into Hermione’s ear when she got over her chock.

Hermione started sobbing into her shoulder. “Harry knew it all along.”

“He what!”

Hermione winced from the volume.

“Yes. I heard them. It seems that Lavender is very good at riding his ‘broomstick’. I feel sick.”

“I am so sorry Hermione.” Ginny’s eyes were full of tears.

“Oh Ginevra, don’t cry. It’s not your fault. You always were my best friend and supporter in everything.” Hermione sniffed.

“You were the first person to befriend me and see me as not just the little sister of the

boys. I always wanted you to be my sister. And now… ” both girls were crying.

“Ahem. Aren’t you forgetting something? What are we going to do about the cheater and the liar?” Myrtle was ready to plot.

“Nothing.” was Hermione’s calm answer.

“WHAT!” Ginevra and Myrtle said at the same time.

“They stabbed me in the back. I won’t dirty my hands to deal with a pair of rats. After all we’ve been through together…The least they could do was be honest with me. And Lavender…I don’t want even think about it.” She wiped her face with the back of her hand.

“You are not coming to the burrow this year, I take it.”

“I can’t Ginny.”

“But what are you going to do? You told me yourself that your parents are leaving and you can’t stay at home.” The ghost was worriedly flouting around the girls.

“I really don’t know. I still have a few days. How about we meet at the Leaky Cauldron in two days, Ginny? Maybe I will come up with something.”

“And if not?”

“Than I’ll have the worst time ever, or I’m going do something very bad to those two. I need time to cool of. We better start moving or we are going to miss the train.”

“What are you going to do with them? Are you sure you don’t want me to sick Peeves on them?” Hermione only shook her head at Myrtle’s suggestion.

“Can I sit with you during the ride, Gin? We can pretend to be doing some woman talk.”

“When are you going to tell them that you know?”

“I’ll write them a letter. I don’t want to face them this summer.”

“So are you still coming to the Ministry tomorrow with me? Father will be very disappointed if you won’t.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll meet you two by the phone at nine.” Hermione smiled at the red head.

“Ok you two! Get a move on. You will miss the train. Don’t forget to visit me before the feast when you get back!”

Myrtle rushed them from the lavatory.

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The ride was quiet. Ginny told Harry and Ron that Hermione would sit with her. They didn’t seem to care.

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The next day in the ministry.

“Girls, why don’t you go have some lunch at the cafeteria. You already helped me a lot.”

Hermione smiled to Arthur Weasley. During the final battle in the Ministry of magic, his office was completely destroyed. And he was still decorating his new office with muggle items.

Yes. It was already 4 months since Voldemort was dead. Permanently. Harry took care of that while she and Ron were securing that no Death Eater would attack him from behind. The Dream team.

Not any more. She saw Ron and Lavender making out on the train.

Fuckers.

“Sure. Let’s go Hermione, I know the way.” Ginny was more than happy to take a break.

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At the cafeteria

“So how about a piece of pumpkin pie and butter beer each?” The redhead asked while looking at the menu.

“Sounds good to me.” Ginny ordered. “Why didn’t you tell me your father got such a huge office? I barely feel my arms Ginny.”

“And do all the decorating by myself because daddy dearest can’t make up his mind? Yeah right.”

“How very… Slytherin of you Miss Weasley.” Hermione said in her best professor Snape voice. They both started laughing.

When….

“Hermione?”

Hermione Granger turned her head to the right to see who had called her.

It was a tall, muscular wizard with dark brown hair; his nose had clearly been broken more than once. He smiled at her nervously. Her eyes went wide, than she jumped from her chair and gave him a big hug.

“Viktor! I haven’t seen you since forever! How are you?” Hermione smiled her million watt smile. “Do you want to sit with us?”

Ginny Weasley noticed that the wizard looked slightly dazed after the hug. He sat down like puppet. She snickered under her breath. He had exactly the same smile on his face like her brother when Hermione used to give him a hug, before they started dating. He looked like he had just won one million galleons. And her best friend had her convinced that Viktor Krum didn’t have a crush on her. ‘If he doesn’t, then she’s Snape.’ Thought Ginny.

“How rude of me, Viktor this is my best friend Ginevra Weasley. Ginny this is Viktor Krum; He was the champion from Durmstrang during the Tri-wizard tournament.”

Ginevra smiled. “Hello Viktor. Yes I remember you two at the ball together. I am a year behind Hermione but I was with Neville.”

“Hello Ginny. It’s nice to meet you. I hope I am not interrupting anything.” Ginny had to admit he was handsome in a wild way. And his accent was cute. Viktor was looking at Hermione with adoration in his dark ayes. Wheels started turning in her head and she smiled devilishly. The Qiudditch season was over after all.

“Don’t be silly, Viktor. We just helped Ginny’s father that works here to decorate his new office. What are you doing here?” Hermione was oblivious to the effect she was having on the older wizard, but her friend wasn’t.

“Nothing special. Ivanov needs a portkey to New York and asked me keep him company here. He is filling papers. I really do hope I’m not interrupting. You seemed to be haffing fun.” Before Hermione could open her mouth …

“You are not interrupting anything, Viktor. We were just discussing where Hermione is going to stay for the rest of the holidays. You see she dumped my brother and can’t stay at my house because he is going to be there. And her parents are leaving so she can’t go home. And I really don’t want her to stay at the Leaky Cauldron.” Ginevra Weasley was ready to pat herself on the back at the end of that speech. If Hermione would have looked at Viktor instead of being shocked and gaping at Ginny, she would have noticed that his face went from surprised to happy than to determined.

At her friend’s words, Hermione went scarlet, and was ready to unleash the wrath of heaven on her head, but didn’t make it.

“Is it true Hermy-o-ninny ?” Hermione had a sinking feeling that the determined expression on Viktor’s face wasn’t a good sign. He was also worried. Viktor only mispronounced her name when he was worried or nervous. ‘This is not good.’ The brunette threw one more glare at her friend and sighed. She was up to something. Hermione just knew it.

“Yes, Viktor, but there is no need to worry; I’ll stay at the Leaky Cauldron. I will be just fine. Really.” He wasn’t convinced. Damn Ginny and her big mouth.

Viktor only shook his head. “No Hermy-o-ninny, I can’t let you stay there. A young voman on her own? No.”

“Viktor I don’t have any where else to stay.”

“You vill come to stay with me in Bulgaria. It is the best choice. I vill go arrange a portkey for you. I vill owl you today. Vhere do your parents liff? ”

“Her parents leave the day after tomorrow.” Ginny was eager to help and ignored her friend’s furious glares.

“You vill be ready to leave tomorrow, yes?”

“But…”

“I vill send you the portkey today then. Good. I am going. I vill see you tomorrow Hermy-o-ninny. Ginny.” And he left.

“Ow! What was that for?” Ginevra was rubbing her leg.

“Ginevra Molly Weasley! You explain yourself immediately. What the hell are you doing?” Hermione Granger was furious and hissed at her friend.

“Making sure that my best friend has somewhere to stay. By the way, you’ll have a chance to explore Bulgaria.” Ginny had a sly smile on her face. Hermione eyed her suspiciously.

“Ginny, why do I have the feeling you know something I don’t?”

“I have no idea. We better floo to your house and I help you to pack.”

“Okay, okay. You won’t let me to say no, I see.” She sighed. “I have no idea what to take.”

“Don’t worry I’ll help you out.”

The Granger house.

“Mum, I found a place to stay for the summer.” Hermione and Ginny were sitting in the kitchen with Emma Granger.

“Thank goodness. I really don’t want you to stay at a hotel on your own and that Ronald…” Emma glanced at Ginny, and cleared her throat. “So where are we going to send Iris?”

Hermione smiled at her mother. Her parents bought Iris, a grey little owl, before her first year so that they could keep in touch with her. Emma and Jacob Granger simply fell in love with the little creature. Now she lived in the attic and was like a pet for Emma. It always came to the kitchen for breakfast.

“Well mum. You remember Viktor, right?”

“Your ex-boyfriend, dear?”

“He wasn’t my boyfriend!” Hermione flushed deep red and glared at Ginny, who was trying her best not to laugh. “Anyway, we ran into him today at the ministry, and the big mouth here let it slip, that I don’t have anywhere to stay, before I could protest he was of arranging a portkey for me.”

“So, you are staying with a handsome young man on your own in the middle of nowhere? Did I have that right?” Emma tried to look stern, but failed miserably.

“Merlin, mum! You and Ginny need your brains surgically removed from the gutter!” by now the young brunette’s face was crimson. “So I take it is okay for me to go?”

“Yes, hon. I will talk with Jacob. You can go and pack. Oh and honey? Don’t forget to take the pill!”

“MOTHER!”

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An hour later.

“Hermione, there is an owl for you in the kitchen! Get your post!”

When Hermione and Ginny came downstairs, there was a little brown post owl on the kitchen table. Emma didn’t look surprised and was calmly making lunch. What else can you expect from a woman that has a teenage witch for a daughter? Her house was connected to the floo network and she had been to Hogwarts twice. Magic was as natural to her as the rain.

“Give the poor dear a treat from the counter and water, it looks tired. Is the letter from Viktor? Can I see?” Emma was curious what her future-son-in-law…ahem…her daughter’s friend was writing.

Hermione,

This old ticket is your portkey. It will activate tomorrow at 10 in the morning. Take some warm clothes as it’s a bit chilly in Bulgaria where we are going to stay. Tell your parents that I will take a good care of you and that there is no need for them to worry. See you tomorrow.

Love,

Viktor

“Don’t even think about commenting on it, mum. Just don’t.”

“Well… ”

“Let’s go finish packing, Ginny. I still need to prepare the howler for them.” Ginny was still reading the letter and grinning.

“Ginny… lets go.”

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Ginny and Hermione were packing her trunk. The elder Gryffindor’s room was big and painted in soft colors.

“So, when do you want me to give them the howler?” The redhead was inspecting Hermione’s jumpers.

“I think its better if Isis delivers it. I was thinking tomorrow. Ron is going to visit Harry and Sirius in the old headquarters. ”

“Pity he is not taking me there tomorrow. Such a sight to miss. ” Ginny sighed in mock sadness. “By the way what pill was your mum was talking about earlier? Are you sick?” Her friend looked worried. Hermione flushed.

“I’m fine Gin. It’s…err… birth control pills. My mum took me to the doctor for them last summer. For the sake of her sanity I didn’t argue.”

Ginny looked interested. “So how do they work?”

“I have to take a pill everyday. I still can’t believe she told me to take them.”

“Why? You’re young, single and staying with a guy that has a major crush on you. It’s only wise.”

“Viktor doesn’t have a crush on me!” Hermione’s blush was getting unbelievably red.

“Whatever. So what else are you taking?” but her tone clearly stated ‘I don’t believe a word you say.’

Hermione looked at her friend and sighed. “Let me see…”

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The next day at Number 12 Grimmauld Place .

“Ron, Harry! Post!” Sirius’ voice rang through the house, while he was pouring himself some coffee and watching a little grey owl on the kitchen table holding a red envelope. It’s definitely Isis, Hermione’s mum’s owl. Why would Emma send Ron and Harry a howler? His thoughts were in interrupted by the pair coming into the kitchen.

Isis took of and dropped the Howler in Ron’s Hands. It opened…

Ronald Bilius Weasley and Harry James Potter I regret the day I met you two on the Hogwarts Express!

Ron you are a cheating bastard. Have your fun with Lavender! We are finished!

Harry, I thought you were my friend. You are nothing but a fucking liar!

When we get back to school, don’t even breathe my way! I don’t want your half ass excuses! We are not friends anymore! If you’ll make any attempt to talk to me, I will hex your dicks off so fast your heads will spin! As much as I care now you two can drop dead! I hope you two are happy! Have a fucktastic summer, Ron!