48 Hours

May 20, 2010 - Godric’s Hollow, England

 Dear Harry,

 

I know that we are getting married in just over a week, and I know

this is a horrid time for me to need a break, but I’m in Paris. I know, I should

be at the Burrow helping Mum plan, but . . . I don’t know, I needed to get

away. Hey, at least I can find the perfect wedding dress here. Don’t worry,

I’m not breaking the engagement, and I’m not running away. I’m just -

de-stressing.

 

I’ll be home in two days, I just didn’t want you to freak out when I

don’t show up at the meeting with the minister. Don’t run off with one of

my bridesmaids. Please, don’t tell Mum or Ron I left. They will think I’m

running away. Which I’m not. I love you, and I’ll be home soon.

 All my love,

Ginny

I looked up at Hermione as I read Ginny’s letter.

“What is it, Harry?”

“Ginny’s in Paris.” Her eyes lit up, as she pulled the sheets closer to her body.

“She’s calling off the wedding?” she asked hopefully.

“No, she ran away to think.”

“Oh.”

“But, I think she wants to.”

“Harry, do you think she suspects something?” I laid the letter on the night stand, and shifted to wrap Mione in my arms.

“I’m not sure. Maybe. Why else would she run away? The wedding’s in five days.” I felt her wince.

“Tell her.”

“What?”

“Tell her about us.”

“But . . . she’s expecting it. Everyone is. She loves me.”

“She loves Draco.” This time, I winced. Why did I have to drive Draco away? I thought I loved Ginny. I looked down at Hermione. I was wrong, and that mistake could ruin both our lives. I felt a tear land on my chest. “You can’t marry her.”

“I have to.” She started to tremble and got out of bed.

“No. No, you don’t. Just tell her you can’t do it. Tell her you need time. Tell her I love you!” Her eyes got wide and her hand flew up to cover her mouth.

“I love you too, Mione.”

“Then tell her!”

“I can’t.” She began to cry and ran out of the room. Make that three lives I’ve ruined.

To Be Continued . . .