Disclaimer- I own nothing. Thank you J K Rowling for creating this amazing and magical world for us.

a/n- This is not for the faint of heart. Trigger warns- drug and alcohol addiction. This is a Fleurmione story all the way. If you feel the need to rip my story to shreds, then don't even bother reading it. This is essentially about my life and my struggle to stay sober. I have been sober for 9 years now, but every day is a struggle for me. I had this story just pop into my head and wouldn't let me continue with Friend or Foe until it was started.

I hope you enjoy.

In an upper-class neighborhood, at her childhood home Hermione Granger tossed and turned. Just as the pre-dawn light was coming in through her bedroom windows, she sat up screaming. She managed to get a few hours of sleep before the nightmares started. Thankfully, she put charms up so that the neighborhood didn't hear the screams. Slowly the world came into focus and the room stopped spinning. It took her a few minutes to remember where she was. The few moments of relief we quickly wiped away. She was a failure. She may have helped her best friend defeat a mad man, but she didn't protect her parents. The Death Eaters managed to track them down in Australia. They were tortured, raped, and murdered. The bastards decided to take photos of it all and found a way to send them to her. She broke down at the sight, but couldn't grieve for the loss.

They were in the middle of a war. Harry knew she was hurting, and he even tried to help. In a way he did. Ron was oblivious to it all, like usual. The best thing he could have done was leave the hunt like he did. It helped her realize that she never cared for him. Sure, they were friends, but that was all. Ron kept trying to ask her on a date, but she would never say yes. There was only one person for her. And that person was married to his brother.

Hermione rolled out of the full size bed and stumbled to her feet. She needed a drink. She needed something to take away the pain, to take away the heartache. She started tossing around the cloths on the floor. What she needed was a fix. There was no way she was going back to sleep tonight. She knew the moment she closed her eyes, she would be right back to Malfoy Manor. She walked over to her desk and poured herself a drink. She sat down and took a sip of whatever it was she chose the night before. She was barely concentrating on what she was doing as she continued with her ritual. She bent her head over the desk and did the first line, throwing her head back as she finished. 'How did it come to this' she thought. 'Just one more and then I guess I'll head down stairs.' One more turned into another, and then another until her whole stash was gone.

Hermione finished the glass of scotch and stood to head towards the bathroom. Despite the spinning and dizziness, she managed to get there in one piece. Hermione stood at the sink and just stared into the mirror. She saw the tears begin to swell up and slowly leak over the edge. Suddenly the dizziness turned into her being light headed. She went to turn and tripped over her own feet, causing her to fall and hit her head on the tub. She slowly watched as the blood began to drip down her face. As the world started to become hazy she heard two voices. "Hermione? Where are you?" She thought she was going crazy when she heard Harry's voice.

She heard someone walking up the stairs and a gasp as they looked down the hall into the bathroom. "Hermione! Harry, come quickly!"

Hermione saw the outline of a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, and said, "Are you an angel," before she passed out.

In the waiting room at St. Mungo's Harry paced back and forth while Fleur sat in a chair facing the door, and was staring off into space. Neither of them could believe what they found. Hermione was always the sensible one. No one knew her depression was that bad, or even about the drugs. They knew she had trouble sleeping, and that she occasionally would have a drink to help her settle her nerves. But she never truly let on that it was that bad for her. They decided not to tell anyone about what happened just yet. The last thing they needed was Molly Weasley to be her overbearing self and make the situation worse.

Hours have passed since they found her. It was pure luck that Harry placed the alert charm on her. He had a feeling that something terrible was going to happen that night. Fleur has been staying with him ever since her divorce from Bill. It turned out it was just a cover to protect the both of them during the war. Not even the Weasley's knew about the rouse till they announced it at family dinner one Sunday. Unfortunately, Hermione missed that dinner. The more Harry thought about, the more he realized that she was silently calling out for help.

Harry was the only person who knew Hermione's secret. He had a feeling that Fleur felt the same way, but was too afraid to admit it. She was afraid that Hermione would just push her away. Fleur may be a veela, but she was still a woman and was worried about rejection like anyone else. A healer wearing green robes suddenly appeared in the door way. "How is she? Can we see her?" Asked Harry in a panic.

"She was very lucky. If either of you hadn't found her when you did. Well, I don't even want to go there. Are you her family? I can only allow family in to see her."

Harry quickly replied, "We are. Her family died during the war. We are all she has left." Harry knew the healer would try to argue, but would eventually give in since he was the hero of the wizarding world.

The healer gave a sigh and just shook his head. "Mr. Potter, normally I would not let you in. But seeing as I know who you are and who she is to you, I will allow it. She has a long road of recovery ahead of her and she shouldn't be alone. Is it safe for me to assume that she will be staying with you?"

Harry gave a quick nod and said, "Yes. We had her stuff brought over while we were waiting."

"Excellent. She will need to see a mind healer a few times a week for a while. The hardest part will be keeping her from drinking and doing those horrible muggle drugs. She was very lucky that I was her healer tonight. I myself am a muggle born, and worked a little in a muggle ED. I will do my best to keep this information from reaching the papers, but make no promises." The healer stopped for a moment to make sure they heard everything he said. "I think that covers everything. If you want, I can show you to her room. I will leave you my card. Please call me if you need anything. You two are the reason I am still alive. It is the least I can do for all you have done and sacrificed."

"We would like that. Thank you..." Harry trailed off, unsure how to address the man who saved his best friend's life.

"Healer Fox. But please, call me Henry." The healer replied as he motioned for them to follow.

Harry was halfway out the door when he realized that Fleur was still sitting. "Fleur? We can go see her now." He walked and gently took her arm to help her stand.

She was just as shocked as he was. This was not the Hermione they knew. "Harry, what are we to do?" She quietly asked as the tears she was holding back started to run down her cheeks.

"Be there for her Fleur. Just be there." Harry tucked her arm into his and nodded to the healer to start walking. They all walked down to the room in silence. What else could be said?

The healer stopped at room number 4131 and said, "We gave her a private room. She should be asleep for the rest of the day. But she is not out the woods yet. The next several hours will be critical. Are you sure you don't want me to contact anyone for you?"

"No, but thank you for the offer. Could you please put a restriction on her visitors? We don't want to stress her out. Only myself and Fleur should be the ones to visit." Asked Harry. The healer told them not worry about anything and quickly left to talk to the security team. Once the healer left, they moved the chairs so that they were on both sides of the bed and did the only thing they could, wait and pray.

They sat by Hermione's bed for hours. Each taking turns to grab a bite to eat or a cup of tea, not wanting to leave her alone in case she woke up. Just as the light was fading from the skies, Harry stood up and raised his arms up in an attempt to stretch his stiff muscles. "I'm going to run and grab a cup of tea, do you want anything?"

"Non." Fleur replied.

All Harry could get out of her were one word answers. If someone looked at her, they only saw a concerned friend. When he looked at her, he saw someone whose heart was being ripped in two. He saw that she felt as if her world was coming to an end. Harry walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder and tried to comfort her by saying, "She is going to make it through this. Mione is a fighter. Always has been and always will be. We will just need to stand by her and support her like she has for us." Fleur gave his hand a quick squeeze. Before he turned to leave he walked over to Hermione's side and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Before he lifted his head, he spoke softly into her ear and said, "We're here for you Mione. You're going to make it through this. Come back to us. We love you."

Once Harry left the room Fleur dropped her guard a little. She grabbed Hermione's hand and said, "Hermione, I can't even begin to imagine what you have been through. What you are going through. I'm sorry I have not been there for you. Please come back to us Hermione. You mean the world to Harry. I believe he would be lost without you." Fleur was gently rubbing her thumb over the top of Hermione's hand and fell silent again. How could she put into words what she was feeling? Fleur took several deep breaths to try and gather the courage for what she needed to say. "Oh Hermione, you need to come back to us. I know I said that you mean the world to Harry, but what I didn't tell you is that you mean the world to me. I have so much to tell you. So you see, I need you to come back. I need to tell you that I have loved you since I saw you that first time during the Tri Wizard Tournament. When you showed up at the cottage after… well, after what happened, it nearly broke me. I wanted to take you in my arms and protect you. I still do."

Fleur didn't know that Harry was standing in the doorway the entire time. He decided to act like his foot hit the door on his way in so she knew that he was back. "I brought you back a cup of tea and a sandwich." He tried to hand it to her but she didn't move. He gave a little frown and said, "Fleur, you need eat something. You haven't had anything all day." Fleur took everything and said thank you. She was running on auto pilot, and he knew it. They fell back into a comfortable silence. As time slow crept by they started to doze on and off.

About three in the morning, they were both lightly sleeping. "What happened?" said a quiet voice. Harry and Fleur were instantly alert and sitting on the edge of their chairs. "Hermione, your awake." Replied Harry. He was so relieved that she was awake. She was like a sister to him. They have literally been to hell and back together.

"Harry? Is that you?" she replied in a dazed and shaky voice.

Harry a lone tear running down his cheek, "I'm here Mione." Hermione tried to move her head but felt a sharp pain that caused her to hiss. "Mione, do you remember anything?" Harry was clutching her hand like it was a life line.

"I had another nightmare. I knew I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep so I went to wash my face. I must have tripped over my own feet and fell. I remember seeing the face of an angel before I passed out." Hermione was praying they would leave it at that. She didn't want anyone else to know what was really going on.

Harry and Fleur both frowned at this. They knew she was lying, but she didn't know that they knew she was lying. "What do you mean you saw an angel Mione?"

"I saw a beautiful face with blue eyes and blonde hair." She said.

Harry looked over to Fleur to see what was running across her face. He gave a small flick of his head to urge Fleur to say something. Fleur saw him and said, "I am no angel ma belle."

Hermione tried to turn her head to see Fleur and said, "Fleur? That was you?"

"Oui. Now, do you want to tell us what really happened Hermione?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I told you what happened."

Before Harry and Fleur tried to grill Hermione about the truth, the healer walked back in. "Miss Granger, I'm so glad your awake. How are you feeling?" he asked. "I am so sorry, where are my manners. I am Healer Fox. I am the person in charge of your care."

"I feel like I have been trampled by a hippogriff." Hermione tried to sit up a little to get a better look at him. She saw that he was about 6 feet tall, had light brown hair and hazel colored eyes. He had a comforting smile on his face when he said, "I'll have someone bring something in for the pain." Hermione expected him to turn and go but saw he was still standing there. "Hermione, what happened?"

Hermione wasn't expecting that question to come up. She purposely stuck to muggle drugs knowing that most witches and wizards didn't know anything about them. "I don't know what you mean?" she replied in a small voice.

Healer fox sighed and said, "I think you do know. I'm only trying to help. If I hadn't been here today, you would have died."

Hermione had tears in her eyes when she asked, "Why? Why did you save me?"

"Would it help if I said it was my job?" he asked trying to lighten the mood by making joke. "Honestly? You're somewhat a hero of mine. If it wasn't for all that you have done for our world, I would have been dead by now. You have many more muggle-borns looking up to you than just me. I'll go see about those pain potions." The healer quickly left so that he could give them some privacy. "Hermione, what has happened to you? You could have come to me with anything." Hermione heard the heartbreak in Harry's voice.

"Hermione, please tell us the truth. We are worried about you." asked Fleur.

"Where do I start?"

Harry gave a small chuckle and said, "I never thought I would see the day that Hermione Granger was speechless."

That brought a small smile to Hermione's face. "I just wanted the heartache to stop. I felt, still feel all alone in the world. My parents are gone, and I feel like I have lost everything. We have all lost so much from this damn war. I don't know how to go on. Every time I close my eyes I see her face. I relive that day." She didn't need to say whose face she saw. They knew who it was. Hermione was staring down into the palms of her hands and said, "I started doing the drugs to numb the pain. It was the only thing that worked. For the most part that is. When it stopped working so well, I started to drink more."

Harry looked over to Fleur and saw that she had tears in her eyes. As he blinked his own tears began to fall. They each took one of her hands. "Oh Mione. We haven't gone anywhere sweetie. We are here for you." Hermione was full on sobbing at this point. Fleur enlarged the bed and both of them crawled on to it and wrapped Hermione in their arms and let her sob. Eventually the sobbing lessened and Hermione started to fall asleep, but every time her eyes closed, she tried to shoot up out of bed to stay awake.

"Hermione, why don't you close your eyes for a little. Harry and I will be here to protect you and will try to keep the nightmare's away." Fleur softly urged. Hermione was hesitant and Fleur saw it. "Come here." As Fleur laid back she pulled Hermione with her and settled her in her arms so that her head was resting on Fleur's chest. Fleur looked over to make sure that Harry didn't mind her taking the lead on this.

"Fleur, you don't have too…" Hermione said as she started to yawn.

"Shhh ma petite. Just relax. I will keep you safe." Replied Fleur as she started to play with Hermione's hair. That seemed to do the trick. A few minutes later, Hermione was finally asleep.

Harry propped himself up on his elbow to look at the two of them and said, "You know, you should tell her how you feel."

"I know I should. I am just too afraid that she will reject me." She replied.

"You know that you have nothing to worry about." They both fell silent for a few minutes before Harry asked, "Do you think I should tell anyone about what is going on?"

"I think we should wait and see what she wants to do. We don't want to overwhelm her just yet." Fleur paused for a moment before continuing, "We both know how the Weasley's can be."

Harry gave a little chuckled at this. "Why don't you get some sleep too Fleur, I'll be here as well."

Fleur decided to take Harry's advice and tried to get a little shut eye as well. Fleur and Harry were both woken in the middle of the night as Hermione began to toss and turn. "I don't know anything." Hermione whispered. "No…"

"Mione, it's ok. We are here." Harry tried to wake her, but it wasn't working. Hermione had tears running down her face now.

Fleur pulled her close and held her tight while rocking her back and forth. "Il sera ok mon petit lionne*. Courage mon petit lionne*."

Hermione started screaming at the top of her lungs causing three different healers to come running into the room. "You need to leave now."

Seeing that Hermione was starting to thrash, one added, "We will need to tie her down to the bed."

Harry jumped out of the bed faster than a blink of the eye with his wand at the ready. "You will not touch her."

One of the healers took offense to this and said, "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Did you really just ask me that question? I'm Harry Potter you twat and that woman you want to tie down is Hermione Granger. Take one more step towards that bed and it will be the last one you ever take." All three healers took a giant step back. They knew better than to go against Harry Potter. They ran from the room as if a dementor was after them.

Hermione was still screaming. "Hermione, wake up mon petit lionne." Fleur started to gently shake her now. Hermione jumped up still screaming and Fleur grabbed on to her and held her as if her life depended on it. Once Hermione stopped screaming she started sobbing again.

Harry jumped onto the other side of her. Both of them held onto Hermione. "It's ok Mione, we're here for you. We aren't going anywhere."

Healer Fox came back in and cause Harry's head to snap up with a fire burning bright in his eyes daring him to try something. The healer held both his hands in front of him and said, "I'm not going to do anything Harry. I'm sorry for what happened with the other healers. I was sleeping when everything happened. They were supposed to wake me if anything happened." Harry gave him a quick nod and allowed him to come over to the bed. "Here is a calming draught and a half dose of a dreamless sleep potion. I want her to be able to rest and actually sleep tonight." He tried to look into Hermione's eyes when he said, "Tomorrow we will have you meet with a mind healer. If all goes well with that, we can send you home with these two." Hermione nodded her head to show him that she heard. "I don't want you to live on your own. Harry already told me he had your stuff brought over to his place. Now, drink those two potions and lay back. You are perfectly safe here. Nothing is going to happen to you. Not only will these two make sure of that, but I will as well." Healer Fox ran a few scans to make sure she was healing properly. As get was getting ready to leave he said, "Everything is going well. I'll make sure no one else comes into the room."

Once the healer left, Harry and Fleur managed to get Hermione to lay back again. After a few minutes, the potion took effect and she finally slipped into a peaceful slumber. Thanks to the potions, Hermione managed to sleep with no nightmares for the first time since the war ended all those months ago. Healer Fox came in a few times to check on her and found that she was curled on to Fleur, and was resting her head on the blonde's chest. The last time he came by he noticed that Harry was up. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked Harry. Harry gave him a quick nod and very carefully extricated himself without disturbing the other two and tipped toed out of the room.

"It looks like you have a lot on your mind." Said the healer. "Is it anything I can help with?"

Harry ran his hands through his hair and gave a loud sigh before saying, "I guess really, I'm just wondering why."

Healer lifted a brow at this and replied, "Why? Do I take it that you mean why did this happen? Or do you mean why did she do it?"

"I guess both. I'm just so worried about her. The one constant I had while in school and all through the war was her. No matter what was happening, she was always by my side."

"I can see the point of your questions. Let's take a walk. Don't worry, the potions I gave Hermione will have her out for a few more hours. Besides, that blonde, I believe her name was Fleur correct?" He waited for Harry to confirm this before continuing, "Fleur is with her and will keep her safe. My orders are still up and no one is allowed to enter that room without me." They walked down the hall before the healer went on to say, "As for your questions. We all grieve in a different way. I believe that Hermione was always known as the brains of the trio, right?" Harry gave a quick nod, before Fox continued, "I know you said she was always there for you. Especially in your hour of need. But perhaps all of those things were just a way for her to hide her true feelings. Before you try to argue with me about it, I want you to truly think about. Perhaps deep down, you already knew all of this, but didn't want to admit it."

They reached the end of the hall way and looked out the windows for a few minutes. Harry asked, "What do I do now? What can I do?"

"Be there for her Harry. In a way, you already know what she is going through. If anyone can connect with her, it's you. The road she has to walk is going to be long and damn near impossible at times. But, as long as the people who care about her the most, the people she trusts the most are there for her, she will make it through. You just have to be patient with her." Fox gave Harry a pat on the shoulder and turned down the hall way, leaving him to his thoughts.

About an hour later he had walked back into Hermione's room and saw she hadn't moved a muscle. It made his heart ache for her. He carefully crawled back into bed and noticed that Fleur was awake. "Did you have a nice walk?" she quietly asked.

Harry carefully turned himself so that he could look at Fleur. "I had a lot to think about."

"And? May I ask what you were thinking about?" she quietly asked as she played with Hermione's hair.

"I was wondering why. Why did all this have to happen to her, and where do we go from here." Harry softly said as he continued to switch his gaze between the two.

"And what conclusion did you come to Harry?" Fleur wasn't sure if she really wanted to hear this. She was afraid that he would decide to leave Hermione to her own devices and make her choose between them.

Harry seemed to sense what Fleur wasn't say and quickly replied, "I know I can't speak for you but, we will always be there for her. No matter what happens."

Hearing this brought a smile to her face. "Oui, you are right."

"Oh, and what exactly and am I right about? That doesn't happen very often and I just want to clarify it or the record." He replied with a playful smirk.

"Oh Harry. I will let you speak for me that one time. We will be there for Hermione, no matter what."

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The morning light started to come in through the windows when Healer Fox came back in. "Good morning all. How did we do overnight?" Fox went over and ran a few scans before he attempted to wake Hermione up. "Hermione. It's time to wake up." Fox gentle shook her but didn't get a response causing him to frown a little. "Hermione…" He tried again but didn't get a response. He started to get a little worried over this and started to run a few more scans.

"Is something wrong?" Asked Harry. "Why isn't she waking up?" Harry started to get worried as well and tried to wake her, "Mione, it's time to get up." He gently tried to shake her but nothing happened. "Mione?" Harry started to panic and looked over to Fleur with eyes as wide as saucers.

Fleur lowered her head so that she was right next to Hermione's ear and said, "Réveiller ma lionne*. Wake up my lioness." Still no response. "Ma belle, it's time to get up." Fleur moved the hair off her face and gave her a kiss on her forehead. "Ma lionne." Hermione started to stir. "It's time to get up Hermione."

Hermione tried to burrow into Fleur, causing her to chuckle. "5 more minutes."

"Oh ma lionne, you have to get up now. I believe it is time for breakfast." Hermione gave a stretch but still kept her head buried.

Harry let out the breath he was holding. "Mione?"

This brought Hermione out from hiding. "Yes Harry?"

"I just wanted to say good morning. What do you want for breakfast?" he replied. "I'm sure we could convince someone to bring you whatever you would like. If not from here, then I can call for Charles to bring you something."

He knew Hermione would frown at this and had already anticipated her reply, "I'm sure what they have here is fine. There really is no need for him to go to all that extra work for me. I'm no one special."

"Of course your special Mione. You're the sister I never had." He leaned over and gave her an awkward bear hug. "Now, what would you like for breakfast?"

"I'm not really hungry." Hermione tried to crawl back under the covers. Harry tried to get up and rip the covers off but stopped from the glare Fleur was giving him. He gave a gulp and quickly moved off the bed.

"You need to eat something ma lionne. Come, let's get you up and to the bathroom." Fleur crawled off the bed and held her hand out for Hermione. "Come, and while you are getting all set Harry will go and get us some food."

"Really Fleur, that isn't ness…"

"Non. Now, let's get a move on oui?" Fleur was still holding her hand out waiting for Hermione to take it. Hermione hung her head a little knowing that there was no way out of this. Taking her hand, she let Fleur help her off the bed. She managed to take a couple of steps before the world started to spin. Thankfully Fleur was there to help keep her from falling on her face. She gripped Fleur's arm so tightly, that she left nail marks. "It is ok Hermione, I've got you. We can take it as slow as you need too." Eventually they made it to the bathroom and back with only having to stop a few more times.

Just as Hermione got back into bed, Harry came back in with their breakfast. He looked over to Hermione and gave her a warm smile that made his face light up. "I wasn't sure what everyone wanted, so I got a little of everything." He saw that Hermione was getting ready to refuse and he said, "Just have some toast. How about a cup of tea?"

"You wouldn't happen to have any whiskey to go in that would you?" she asked.

Fleur frowned at this and noticed that Harry did as well. She wanted to say something, but Harry beat her to it. "Mione, we need to talk." He placed a plate of toast in her lap and pulled a chair up to sit right next to her. Fleur decided to do the same thing. This way they were all on the same level. They noticed Hermione stiffened. Harry could see her start building the walls up around her. He quickly grabbed her hand and saw Fleur did the same thing, and he said, "It's ok Mione. Please don't shut us out. We only want to help you. We care about you and we're both worried about you." Hermione had tears running down her cheeks. Despite seeing these two people in front of her she never felt more alone.

"Ma lionne, we aren't asking you to talk to us right now. And we certainly not here to yell at you or make you feel bad. We just want you to know that we care about you and that we are here for you."

Hermione was trying hard to keep the tears at bay, but was unable to stop them from toppling over. "Why? Why would you care about me?" she quietly asked. "Anyone who ever gets close to me gets hurt."

"Mione, that's not true. Trust me, that is something I know way too much about. Look, we aren't asking you to tell us what you're thinking right now. We are asking you to trust us. Can you do that for us?" Hermione nodded her head as the tears ran down her face.

Fleur reached over and gently wiped the tears away. It was breaking her heart over and over again watching Hermione in this much pain. "Oh ma lionne, you have more courage than anyone I have ever know."

"Hey!" Harry said trying to act like her words hurt.

Hermione gave a little smile at this and Fleur went on to say, "Oh stop Harry. You know what I mean. Hermione, let's see about getting you out of here."

At that moment Healer Fox came into the room and took in the scene in front of him. "I know I said you needed to meet with the mind healer today, but how about we schedule something for a few days from now. This way we can get you home and it gives your body a chance to heal. What do you say?"

"I don't want to go home." Replied Hermione.

Harry gave Hermione's hand a squeeze and said, "Don't worry Mione. You will be coming home with us. I figured we could go to Grimmauld Place for now. If you don't want to go there, we could always go to one of the Potter properties. We can go where ever you would like. What do you say?" Hermione at least relaxed a little at this.

The healer flipped through the parchment on the clip board and asked, "Now Miss Granger, is there anyone else you would like us to contact for you?"

Hermione almost shot up out of bed, and in a panic said, "No, Please. Don't tell anyone! No one can know."

Fleur jumped into the bed and grabbed her. "We won't tell anyone ma lionne. Come here." Fleur pulled her into her arms and wondered, 'How did it get this bad?' Fleur started to rock Hermione back and forth and said, "We will not tell a soul until you are ready to ma lionne."

"Thank you" she whispered as she clung to Fleur.

Fleur looked up at Harry while she was holding Hermione and silently asked, 'How did this happen? How did she get this bad?'

Harry dropped his shoulders in response 'I honestly don't know. I guess none of us really knew. She just hid it from us. From all of us.'

Harry looked over to the healer and asked, "Is there any paper work we need to fill out before we leave?" He stood up from his chair and started to walk towards the door. Fox gave a cough and said, "Well, yes there is. I will also give you a list of potions that Miss Granger will need to be on and we can set up a schedule with the mind healer." Fleur gave Harry a small nod as he walked out the door.

Fleur tried to push Hermione away just enough so that she could look her, but this only caused Hermione to tighten her grip. "Ma lionne, I am not going anywhere. Neither is Harry. Let's get you dressed. I don't know about you, but I for one would love a nice hot shower." Hermione slowly eased up her grip and tried to get up.

"Fleur, why do you call me ma lionne?" she asked as she was starting to get changed.

"Because it is true. You have always been my lioness. I believe it, now we just have to get you to believe it." Hermione wanted to ask why she was living with Harry, but then thought it must because of what happened to her.

She stumbled a little as she was trying to put her pants on and fell into Fleur's arms. "I'm sorry Fleur, it would seem my balance is a little messed up." But instead of trying to move, she just stayed there. She felt right at home. As if this was where she was meant to be. What Hermione didn't realize was that Fleur was feeling the exact same way, but knew that this wasn't the time or place.

Fleur looked into Hermione's eyes and her breath caught in her throat. "We need to get you dressed ma lionne so that we can get going." Fleur tried to look away, but just couldn't bring herself to do it. She wanted desperately to lean down and kiss her, to help take away the pain and disappear she was feeling.

"Could you give me a hand? I'm still feeling dizzy." Hermione asked, as she held her head.

"Of course Cherie. Let's get you all set."

A few minutes later Harry came back into the room with the healer. "We are all set. I have a list of everything we need. Are you ready to go Mione?" Harry asked as he was walking back over to the bed.

"Harry, are you sure about me staying with you? I don't want to be a bother." She replied.

Harry took her hands and said, "It is no bother Mione. It's not like we haven't lived together before. At least this time it won't be in a tent, have running water and heat, and don't have to worry about mushrooms."

This made Hermione smile and she replied, "If you didn't like the mushrooms, you should have done the scavenging."

"Now Miss Granger." The healer said, drawing everyone attention. "I gave Harry my card. If you need anything, I am only a floo call away. We have set your first appointment up with the mind healer for a couple of days from now. I know you don't want to hear this, but you need to stop drinking and doing those drugs. I know it will be tough, but Harry and Fleur have assured me that they will be with you the entire time. The potions I have you on, should not mix with alcohol." Fox made sure Hermione was actually listening to this before continuing, "I had them take down the wards so that you could apparate directly out of this room. I figured you didn't want anyone to see you."

Hermione knew the healer meant well, but she just wasn't sure if she would be able to handle all of this sober. She tried to gather her courage by looking at Fleur and Harry. "If you're ready Mione, I can take you back to my place now. What do you say?" Harry was holding his hand out for Hermione to take.

Silently she took it and let him help her up. "Harry, are you sure no one is in the house? I don't want to see anyone."

"Don't worry Mione. The Weasley's are all at the Burrow. I won't let any of them stay in the house. Mrs. Weasley is having a brunch later today, so we won't have to worry about any one bothering us. If someone does stop by, I will keep them down stairs. We won't tell them know that you are here."

"Is Fleur coming with us?" asked Hermione as she was wrapping her arms tightly around Harry so he could get them to where they needed to be.

"Of course ma lionne. I will be right behind you." replied Fleur as she gave Hermione a smile that made her heart skip a beat.

a/n- This may turn into something more, but I'm not too sure. Please be kind if you review.

Il sera ok mon petit lionne- means It will be ok my little lioness
Courage mon petit lionne- means Courage my little lionesss
Réveiller mon lionne- means Wake up my lioness

Edited 11/17/17