Ahh! You guys are so sweet. I couldn't help myself, so I updated a little earlier than planned. I thank everyone who read my first chapter, and I also thank those who gave me constructive criticism- I figure it will only help me become a better writer. Enjoy!
*kisses*
lil_irish_girl
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"WHAT IS THIS?!"
"What is what, sir?"
"WHAT IS THIS BLOODY THING DOING ON MY DESK?!"
It was the next day in the late afternoon and Hermione was back in Mr. Smith's office, who was currently having a fit over a potted plant that had been placed there without his knowledge or approval.
"Sir, it's only a plant," Hermione said soothingly. "I don't think it's terribly wise to make a big deal out of something that really isn't that important."
"NOT IMPORTANT?!" Mr. Smith cried in outrage. "NOT IMPORTANT?! Listen, little-miss-muffet! Miss bowl of sunshine! Plants are slowly destroying the wizarding race! Did you know that?!"
"Sir, I'm sorry. I had no idea."
"It's fine," Mr. Smith replied, shaking off the apology. "Now- what was the reason you came in here for again?"
"Oh, that. Well, the guest in room 123 asked me to entertain him again tonight at nine o'clock and I was wondering if Shelly could fill in for me at the front desk while I entertain said guest."
"What?" Mr. Smith asked, confused. "Oh. Yeah, sure. That'll work."
"Thank you, sir."
Hermione walked out of the office with her mind in a tizzy.
Harry said he misses me! But wait- I'm not supposed to be enjoying this. I ran away, remember? I made the decision ten years ago never to return to the chaos that my life was.
Then the real questions came up:
Do I still love him? Does he love me now? Oh I hope so. Wait- no I don't. He probably has a girlfriend, or worse- he's married. I'll have to look at his ring finger when I get to his hotel room tonight. But I don't care. Now it's out of pure curiosity.
Hermione had a major headache throughout the entire day.
9 o'clock:
Before she even had to knock, the door was opened and there was Harry.
"That was too freaky," Hermione said as she walked into the room. "How did you know I was there?"
"You seem just like Hermione in the sense that you would never want to be late- always early or exactly on time," Harry explained. " So I figured; she'll probably be here at exactly nine o'clock and guess what? It's exactly nine o'clock. So I guess I was right."
"I guess you were," Hermione replied. "Now, what would you like me to do for you tonight?"
"Would you mind singing again?" Harry asked tentatively.
Hermione smiled. "Not at all," she said. "Are there any requests?"
"Not tonight," Harry responded. "Just sing anything you like."
"OK," Hermione said, then began to sing.
I guess I'm trying to say I'm sorry,
But it always comes out wrong.
I think a part of you still loves me,
even though we're moving on.
Always, all ways I wanted us to be,
Always, all ways you and me,
And I wait here on my own,
And I wait for you to see,
All the time I spend alone now, won't comfort me.
"That was beautiful, Mia," Harry said after Hermione had stopped singing.
"Thank you, Harry," Hermione replied shyly.
"Did you ever take singing lessons?" asked Harry curiously.
"No," Hermione responded quietly. "My mother used to sing to me every night before bed, and I suppose I just kind of picked it up from her."
"Well, it's amazing," Harry said reassuringly. "You should try to go professional."
"Oh, no," she said as Hermione shook her head violently. "I couldn't do that."
"Why not?" asked the young wizard. "Would your boyfriend miss you too much?"
"No, he wouldn't miss me. That's not it," Hermione said as she watched Harry's face fall dramatically. "I mean, he'd miss me if he existed, but since he doesn't, I'm going to have to say that no, he would NOT miss me because I don't have one."
"I see," Harry said, thinking.
"So what are you doing here?" Hermione asked in curiosity. She took this opportunity to glance at his hand- no ring. "Doesn't your girlfriend hate being alone?"
"She would if I had one," Harry replied. "But I don't. I'm here on official business regarding my job."
They stayed like that in silence for a little while, then Hermione spoke.
"Can I ask what happened between you and Hermione, Harry?"
"Of course you can, Mia," Harry answered. "Well, I'm going to tell you what I think happened, OK? Because obviously I don't know Hermione's side of the story. We met on the Hogwarts train, she was helping another friend of mine, Neville, look for his toad. We, Ron and I, saved her from a troll sometime during the school year and we've all been best friends ever since. Then sometime during seventh year, Hermione started acting kinda odd. I don't know why, but she was. Then during graduation, she sang me the song you sang last night, and then she ran away. I've been trying to figure out why she decided to sing that song, but I never could decipher it."
Because I loved him, but I knew that he could never love me back, Hermione thought, but she said, "That's awfully sad."
"Yeah," Harry said, looking intently at the ground. "I guess it is. I never really thought about it as much as I did right now. Maybe she sang that song because she loved me."
Way to go, Sherlock. "That could have been a possibility."
"Well, then she had no reason to run away, because-"
This was all too much for Hermione. "I have to go," she said suddenly, wildly thinking of a lie to get her out of there. "I just remembered that someone left the oven on and only I know how to turn it off." She ran quickly out the door.
"Because I love her too," Harry whisper-finished his sentence, fully knowing that no one was there. "I was going to ask her to marry me," he murmured to the wall next to him. "But I never got a chance to ask her before she ran away. I will wait for you forever, 'Mione," he silently promised her. "I just wish I knew where you were. If you're safe. I wonder what you're doing right now."
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