AN: I DO NOT OWN OR MAKE A PROFIT OFF OF THIS STORY IT IS ALL WRITTEN IN FUN

I watch her do everything and she doesn't even know I exist. She gets up at four every morning, at four thirty she leaves her apartment to run for an hour around the park. At six, she is showered finishing her cup of coffee and grabbing either a bagel or a muffin as she walks out the door. It's off to work at the Guilford Library on North street. I want to talk to her, I want to hold her and kiss her. I want to hear her voice in my ear, telling me she loves me. If she knew I was here she would curse me. I don't understand why she moved to Surrey after the war. She was safe and free, but she took a muggle job in a muggle library. "Hermione Jean Granger." I whispered her name softly towards her darkened window as she slept. I loved the way the words flowed smoothly out of my lips and I wished I could tell her what I feel. I would make her feel safe to use her magic again. To be the witch everyone knew she was. I was madly in love with her and I have been since our 3rd year at Hogwarts and I didn't know why I treated her badly. Jealousy mostly is all I can think of. She had the best grades in our year, and she was always with Potter and Weasley. If I could have just gotten her alone once in a while I could have apologized for everything I've ever done to her. Everything I've ever called her. I noticed movement and quickly disappearated back to my manor so I wouldn't be seen.

My mother was sitting in the library reading when I entered to get a glass of fire whiskey. I quickly turned on my heel to exit but her cleared throat made me stop in my tracks.

"Where have you been Draco?" She asked. Her voice purring, which was a sign she already knew the answer. I sighed and turned back around to look at her. She put a marker in her book and sat it down, her body rigid on the edge of the lounge chair. "Did you go to see her again?" I could hear the disgust in her voice. I love my mother but her personal aversion against Hermione was starting to strain on my patient.

"And what if I did?" I went to the bar and poured my glass. I looked at her directly and saw her shift in discomfort. She hated bringing up the subject of the muggleborn I had fallen for. I sighed and sat across from her in the empty chair. "Mother, I understand you wish I hadn't left Pansy, but I do not love her and I refuse to marry her. Voldemort is gone and I am not going to let you or father decide who I am going to marry or how I am going to live my life. If need be, I shall leave the manor if it makes you feel more comfortable." Her face fell, the worried lines stretching and becoming more prominent at the thought of my leaving. I stood and kissed her cheek. "Good night mother."

Slowly I ascended the stairs slowly, my body finally starting to grow heavy with exhaustion of the day. As I entered the emerald green room, I noticed something off. My bed curtains were drawn closed. The silver embellishments slowly glinting in the candle light, that I didn't light. I knew this behavior, it happened about once a month. I sat the glass on the table by the door and walked to the bed. I threw open the curtains and shook my head at the sight in front of me. Pansy was laying on top of my green and silver comforter in a black teddy with green bows on it. Her hand was under her head and she was fast asleep. I shook her leg and she muttered something as she rolled over, exposing her firm ass. A silver snitch had been tattooed right above right butt cheek and I frowned. Throwing a blanket over her I left to go to the guest room across the hall. She still didn't realize I didn't love her and I was never in love with her. She was a body who used to warm my bed during Voldemort's return and I couldn't seem to get her to understand that. As I lay down on the cold bed I was hoping morning would come soon and I would wake up alone.

Hermione stared out the window of her two bedroom apartment into the dark evening. She felt as if someone was watching her but didn't know if they were or not. She thought she heard someone disapperate and shook her head. No one knew where she went after the war and she wanted to keep it that way. She made a new life for herself and gave herself a new identity. Her parents, whom she missed dearly, still lived in Australia and didn't know they had a beautiful daughter. A tear slid down her cheek at the memories that flowed through her. Shaking her head she stood and walked over to the rustic armchair next to her bookshelf. Flipping on a light, she pulled out her favorite book, Wuthering Heights, and started reading it again. Crookshanks jumped into her lap and started purring as she absent mindedly started petting him. He was her only connection to her old life and she missed it terribly. After an hour of reading she sighed. She was still on the same page, but she couldn't concentrate on reading it. Slowly she moved her now sleeping ginger cat off her lap and went to the desk across the little hallway and pulled out the letter she had started and added too. She looked down to re-read it again and possibly add to it.

Ronald,

I know that you are probably over worried about what happened to me, about where I went and where I disappeared and what I had been doing. I want to tell you how sorry I am for disappearing on you and not telling you the truth. I had to get away, with everything we have been through I am too terrified to find out what the future would bring. Just know that I do love you and everything you've done for me these last years we had together were amazing and fantastic to me. I wish that I could ease any pain I have caused you, your family, or Harry but please do not come look for me and please do not respond to my letter. One day I might tell you why exactly I left.

Hermione looked down and at the letter and shook her head. 'Guess this is as good as it will get.' She quickly signed her named and tied up the letter. Walking to the back of her small flat she uncaged her tawny owl and softly petted her beak.

"Mystic, I have a favor to ask you." Mystic slowly opened her shining green eyes and made a soft clicking sound. "Please deliver this letter to Ron Weasley at the burrow." Slowly the majestic owl bowed her head and stretched out her left claw for the letter to be tied to it. Hermione smiled and quickly tied a small ribbon to her leg. Picking her gently off her perch she led her to the window, and opened it. The owl took off into the late night sky and hooted as she disappeared off into the horizon. Hermione closed the window and went to curl up in bed to catch a few hours of sleep before she went to work the following morning.

Ron couldn't sleep, he was staring into the sky thinking about where Hermione had disappeared off too, debating whether or not to go looking for her. A soft snore in the corner of his room made him jump and he looked over to see Harry and Ginny curled up on the second bed. Frowning he walked down to the kitchen so he couldn't see the love that generated off the two. Hermione's little owl was waiting for him on the table drifting in and out of sleep and was startled when Ron slammed into the kitchen.

"Oh!" He said surprised to see the little tawny owl staring at him with large green eyes. He rushed quickly over and untied the letter petting her head. Grabbing an owl treat out of the bowl on the table he handed it to her and she quickly took it. He smiled as she flew off back into the night and opened the letter. Hermione's delicate scrawl hit his heart. After reading the letter thrice over, he slammed his fist on the table. "DAMMIT!" He shouted and he could hear the train of his family running down the stairs. Silently he cursed himself for waking his family and Harry was the first one thru the door. He snatched the letter up and read it to himself before sitting next to Ron, shock on his face. It had been nearly a year since they had last heard from Hermione right after Harry defeated Voldemort. Ginny's eyes teared up as she sat down on the floor in the doorway. She couldn't believe Hermione wouldn't want to be found. She was Ginny's best friend and couldn't understand why she would leave without a word to anyone. Ginny walked over to Ron to comfort him and receive comfort as they both cried. Molly Weasley dabbed the tears out of her eyes while she prepared them all tea, knowing this was going to be a very long night.

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