I, sadly, own nothing.

All rights belong to one, J.K. Rowling.

This is basically just fodder for my mood. Tempted to make it a fully realized story but as yet haven't decided.

Enjoy and as always reviews are lovely.

"Harry..." Hermione murmured in her sleep, reaching out for her lover. When her hand encountered nothing but cold bed she roused, looking around, trying to find him. Seeing nothing until a piece of parchment on the table beside the door caught her eyes. Scrambling out of bed she absently noticed even harry's clothes were missing but didn't think further on that venue.
Picking up the parchment she read the message written in the raven haired former Gryffindor's untidy scrawl, tears rolling down her cheeks.

'Mione
I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore...
I tried and we had fun but this just can't go on.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I just don't love you
anymore.
Forgive me...
-Harry