Love, Are You Still There?
AN: Sorry about shortness!
Chapter Two
Hermione jumped up and walked briskly out the door. The girls followed. "Look we didn't- We mean we didn't realize-"
"It's ok let's just go home." Hermione spoke harshly, but she knew they had no idea when picked Harry that it was him. She heard Harry calling after her. Before he could catch up to her, though she had Apparated. He sighed and wandered back to his table. "Harry, dear, who was that woman?" His date inquired.
"Sorry, love. She `s just a ghost of the past." Harry sighed, sitting back down. It was evident to those at the table that the rest of the evening, his thoughts were far from their topics, but rather of the mysterious girl and why she was there.
"Oh my god! Why is he here? He is supposed to be out somewhere in world never to appear again! God the nerve of him! Just to come back here after…after everything!' She flopped down on the couch and the girls flopped down next to her.
"Oh! Yes and the nerve of him to go into our pub!" Melanie said sarcastically.
"Dear me yes!" exclaimed Tara equally sarcastic.
"Thanks guys, I'm so glad you understand!" Hermione said sarcastically.
"Well, Hermione, you never told us about why he left! How are we supposed to know!! But I can kinda see why your mad. I mean, a hot friend like that who leaves and just comes back, without telling you! That is what I understand about you being mad." Melanie comforted.
"Here, Here!" Tara agreed.
"I just can't talk about it guys. It's so…" Hermione started.
"Deep, cruel, painful? Any of them work for ya?" Melanie asked.
"Yea, sort of." Hermione said still deep in thought. She bit the side of her lip. "Do you guys think I should have stayed and listened to him?"
"Na, what ever he did, we are behind you one hundred percent, because it must have been bad if you can't talk about it." Melanie went on.
"Even if he is super hot." Tara said thinking about. The other two rolled their eyes at her. It was typical. "Oh come on! You know he's hot!"
"Tara, as much as I would love to agree, you aren't helping out Hermione." Melanie pointed out.
"It's ok." Hermione said. The other two turned to her now with an expression that said "liar." "No, really. I have moved on. I'm over everything that happened. I moved on, and I'm not going back. Not now."
"Ok, I feel an ice cream night coming on." Tara said getting up. An ice cream night is what they did when one of them didn't have a good day. They ate ice cream all night and watched movies.
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It was the next day. Hermione had worked from 9 in the morning till 3in the afternoon. Stepping out of her office she began to walk down the hall. She heard someone begin to call down the hall and run towards her. "Hermione!" She turned around and saw the same man running towards her that had appeared out of the blue the night before. "Oh God!" Turning around, she began to walk in the direction she was before. "Hermione!" He said finally catching up with Hermione and gets in front of her, making her stop. She crossed her arms and looked at her watch. "Harry, what do you want? I only have a short amount of time before I have to meet someone."
"Look, I know I have exactly been in touch and after what I did, I understand why you are upset that I left, but you have to listen to me."
"How long?" Hermione asked.
"What?"
"How long have you been back?" She explained.
"Err… Well…"
"Harry." Hermione cautioned.
"Ok, 7 months."
"7 months! 7 MONTHS!! Harry how could you I mean I know I told you to never speak to me again, but gosh- 7 months!! And you… you did nothing? No calls, no owl-" Hermione was stopped short.
"Look I did-I started-I mean tried to but I could never go through with it." Harry said.
"Doubt it." Hermione said under her breath, yet Harry heard. Harry rubbed the back of his neck. Mumblings were heard. "What?" Hermione asked curiously.
" The Girls Place- 56 Mellow Drive, London. 145-772-1528." Harry repeated a little louder her floo, address, and cell phone number.
"How did you know that?" Hermione asked baffled.
"Well, you know I'm Harry Potter- I have connections."
"That, Mr. Potter, is a bigger understatement than saying Dumbledore is young." Hermione began to smile, as did Harry.
"Yea, I guess it is." Harry said. They both started laughing before Hermione realized she was. Her guard went back up.
"So, Harry, why are you here, now?"
"After last night I had to see you again. I've missed you so much, but last night- after you left I couldn't think of anything else."
"I'm sure and the little group you had with you didn't help?"
"Hermione, come on-"
"No, no I'm not going through this- not again. That's why I have to go." Hermione tried to push him away, but he won't budge. "Please, Harry." She breathed. She looked up into his eyes with one brimmed with tears tempting to overflow. She brushes past him and down the hall. The further she got the faster she walked. By the time she got to the apparition point, Hermione was running. She Apparated to the flat and ran all the way into her room, locking the door she flopped on the bed. Her tears were now running down her face is small rivers that made damp spots on the pillow clutched to her chest. "Please Harry." Her words faded into the darkness.
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Back where Harry stood he ran a hand through his unruly hair and sighed. Running after her would be pointless she would always win an argument. He had to come up with a plan, and soon.
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