Do hogwarts teachers live on campus? They never specified in the book…so now they don't!

"So you are teaching at Hogwarts now, Harry?" Hermione asked trying to fill in the silence that was suffocating her. They were sitting in Harry's small living room, each studying their own mugs of tea intently.

"Yea."

"What class do you teach?"

"Defense against dark arts." Harry answered tacitly.

"That's great." Hermione smiled enthusiastically. "But why?"

"Well, the old professor was caught in a crossfire between an auror and deatheater during the battle. He died, and they needed a replacement, so...I signed up." Harry inhaled deeply.

"after defeating Voldemort and all, I decided I really didn't want to be an Auror. It's just too much for me…" Harry trailed off suddenly thinking about his late best friend. "Ron – he.."

"I know." Hermione whispered apologetically.

Harry's head jerked up, as if asking Hermione to continue.

"I had to find Mrs. Weasley to ask her about you, and-" Hermione broke off, shaking her head and trying very hard to supress her tears. "- I saw the Weasley clock." Hermione croaked. "Harry, I'm so sorry." She threw herself at him again, curling herself in his lap with her head against his chest.

"Shhhh-" Harry quieted her, his initial shock at being jumped at having worn off. However, he was still very stiff, and rubbed her back in an awkward fashion. "Shhhh. It's alright." How long had it been since he had had her in his arms? He inhaled her smell deeply. Exactly the way he had remembered it: strawberries.

Hermione's crying had subsided and she released herself from his grasp, shifting to sit next to him on the well-worn coach. "Harry, what happened?" Hermione whispered, wiping her eyes with the back of her sleeve.

Harry sighed. "Where do I start?" His gaze pierced through Hermione.

"From that day – in our third year…"

Harry and Ron had just finished breakfast. Hermione was missing for the third day in a row.

"Hey Harry, where do you suppose Hermione is? I haven't seen her in days." Ron asked as they walked out of the Great Hall.

"I dunno. I haven't really talked to her." Harry replied gloomily.

"What happened? You guys were all chummy chummy, and now all of a sudden she starts ignoring you...and me." Ron muttered, but finding Harry wasn't paying attention to him, he punched him in the arm.

"Hey, mate-" He trailed off, following Harry's gaze to a young brunette who's robes were altered so her thighs and mid-torso were flaunted. She was hanging out with a group of Slytherins, although her badge was gold and red. "Okay..if I didn't know better, I'd say that was Hermione."

Harry glared. "It is Hermione. What in Merlin's name does she think she's doing?"

As if she had sensed someone watching her, Hermione had looked up from a parchment she was reading and was glaring at Harry.

"Whoa, bloody hell man, her eyes are…I swear, if looks could kill, you would be dead! What did you do?" Ron gazed back and forth between his best friends.

"I don't know, and she won't tell me." Harry seethed. "Let's go."

Harry looked at the revolted expression on Hermione's face as he stopped talking. "So you become one of them. One of those Slytherin sluts...of course you kept up your grades and everything, but it wasn't the same." Harry breathed deeply. "Either way, you became head girl in the seventh year, and you did a really good job, graduating from our class with top marks..."

Hermione nodded. "Is there anything else?"

Harry thought hard. "Oh, and you went to the 5th year ball with Draco Malfoy, and ended up dating him for the rest of 6th and 7th year." He snickered.

Hermione turned red. There was no way she was going to tell Harry that she woke up in the same apartment as Draco Malfoy that morning.

Harry snorted. "The last time I heard, you were still dating that royal pain in the arse."

"Hmm." Hermione nodded her head, avoiding his gaze.

"Hermione…" Harry whispered, his gaze drifting from her face.

"Yea, Harry?" Hermione looked over, an inquisitive look on her face.

"You know, everyone thought you were so happy." Harry smiled sadly. "They would all say how much better off you were without me and Ron."

"Ha-" Hermione started to say, but was cut off by Harry.

"I was the only one who could see the pain in your eyes. I would watch you everyday, you would come back into the Gryffindor common room at midnight, and then study until three o'clock in the morning." Harry swallowed. "You would never let anyone see the dark rings under your eyes. You always pretended to be so happy, but I was the only one who knew the truth. You were miserable."

"You were so miserable." Harry said, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry." Hermione murmured.

"No, it was my fault. I should have known that you didn't need my help. You were right, you could take care of yourself…" Harry whispered. "I'm just so stubborn." Harry blinked rapidly, looking away from Hermione, and stopping the tears from coming down his face. "If I hadn't demanded that I be allowed to fight along side Remus and Tonks, Ron wouldn't have wanted to either. I killed him, Hermione. I killed him." The tears were unstoppable now, flowing down Harry's cheeks.

"Harry, you didn't kill him. You were doing what you thought was best…" It was Hermione's turn to comfort Harry now, and even though she had no idea who Tonks and Remus were.

It was a good half an hour before Hermione left, and she was drained, both emotionally and physically The meeting with Harry had been so disturbing, and as Hermione lay down in her bed, she thinking about what he had told her. Had she really been such a horrible person?