"Wait, wait, wait, wait, TAXI!" The young woman ran after a cab in the London pouring rain. Frustrated that it didn't stop to let her in, she stomped her foot. I'd rather be flying a broom than waiting ages for one of these stupid cars to stop and take me back to my flat. Complete rubbish, they could at least stop for three seconds, maybe two if they're in that much of a hurry. I'm in a hurry too, mind them.

"TAXI!" A male's voice suddenly came out of nowhere and a man himself stood next to her. "Need a ride?" He asked her, noticing her flushed appearance. She observed his own appearance: Dark black hair which looked like it hadn't been brushed in all of its life; Much taller than herself; Then the eyes…

The eyes are possibly what caught her off guard the most. They looked almost familiar. Glasses with spots of rain on the lenses sat on his nose. The color, which she couldn't tell what shade they were, due to the rain, looked dark, as if they could possibly be blue or…

"Are you getting in or not?" He asked, sitting in the back and looking questioningly at her.

"Uh…no, that's quite alright, I'll just…get a different ride, no offense."

"None taken, but you still can't do that."

"And why not?"

"You're getting soaked. I'm not letting you just stand in the rain. I've already seen you try to hail a cab before, you're pathetic. You'll be standing out here for the rest of your life."

"Hey!-," She interjected. He laughed a little, patted the seat on the other side, and said, "It's on me. Free taxi ride in London is hard to come by, these days."

She pursed her lips and crossed her arms, thinking it over. After a few seconds, she reluctantly agreed and got in. The taxi drove off and when asked where her destination was, she answered the driver. Then it became quiet. She could feel the man's eyes on her and in return, she eyed him.

"Not to be rude, but why are you staring at me like that?" The woman asked him exasperated. That look that he was giving her was far too recognizable.

"Oh, I uh…I wasn't staring at you, I was staring out your window." The man gestured outside. The young lady continued to stare at him.

"No, you weren't. You were staring at me. And frankly, I don't like strangers staring at me, so please, do not stare at me anymore." She said bluntly.

"Well tell me your name, and I'll tell you mine, and then we won't be strangers anymore, now will we?" The guy said seriously. She sighed. This guy doesn't know when to quit, doe's he? I'm obviously not interested in him.

But instead of blowing him off, like her head told her to, she put out her hand and replied; "Hermione Granger."

The guy squinted at her and then put his face in his hands for a second or two. He finally put out his hand and they shook. "Harry Potter." This time she was the one who gaped and scoffed.

"Stop the car!" She demanded. The car came to a halt at a stop light and she opened her door, then walked as fast as she could away from it, over to the sidewalk. The man who was no longer a stranger scooted towards the car door she had gone through, about to run after her.

"HEY MATE, YOU NEED TO PAY!" The driver held out his hand.

"Oh, yeah, right, um, here…" The man dug through his pocket and gave twenty pounds to the out-reached hand. He slammed the door and ran after the woman.

"HERMIONE! WAIT!" I am not going to lose her again.

The girl didn't stop or turn around, but instead kept on walking, trying to lose him in the crowd. He wouldn't stop yelling and walking after her, and it was getting on her nerves. My GOD, the guy really DOESN'T know when to quit! She came to a complete stop finally, and he ran up to her, panting. She gave him no chance to talk; She slapped him. He rubbed his stinging cheek and asked, "What was that for?"

"THAT was for another STUPID try on attempting to be HARRY BLOODY POTTER. How DARE you pretend to be somebody who was VERY close to me, JUST to get to me! If you're from Witch Weekly, just tell them to QUIT, because I don't find you all, sending people out to pretend you're my BLOODY BEST FRIEND OF SEVEN PLUS YEARS, UNTIL I GOT SCARED AND LEFT that PLACE behind, very BLOODY FUNNY!" She finished her rant. He looked at her unbelievingly.

"Since when have you started swearing? You hated when Ron would say it back in Hogwarts." He said. She scoffed.

"Impressive. No one has ever done that much research to know that I didn't start saying 'bloody' until just recently."

"I don't have to do any research, you're my best friend."

"Go tell it to someone who believes you."

"No, really! Listen, in first year, we met on the Hogwarts Express, you told Ron he had dirt on his nose and fixed my glasses, then in second year, you were petrified by the basilisk from the Chamber of Secrets. You also made polyguice for me and Ron, so we could get into the Slytherin Common Room. After second year, third year came, and you and Ron both risked your lives for me. You had a time-turner, we went back and saved Buckbeak, and Sirius too. Fourth year was the Yule ball, I went with one of the Patil twins and Ron asked you, but you said no, because you were going with Victor Krum. Ron got terribly jealous, you yelled at him, et cetera, et cetera, you two found out you loved each other but never did anything about it. The Triwizard cup was also that year and I won it.

Cedric Diggory was killed by Voldemort. I had to go against Voldemort in the graveyard. My parents were there. Everyone who had once been killed by Voldemort, were there, supporting me. I escaped him that time. Fifth year the Order was formed, the Order of the Phoenix. We went to fight in the Department of Mysteries, Ron got attacked by brains, and we fought Death Eaters. Bellatrix Lestrange was there. She pushed Sirius through the veil. He died.

Sixth year the death eaters attacked Hogwarts. I was with Dumbledore, getting a horcrux, when it happened. When we got to the school, Dumbledore's Army was there, and they were all fighting. It was your idea for Dumbledore's Army in the first place, and it might have been one of the most brilliant ideas you've ever come up with. Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, was supposed to kill Dumbledore. He couldn't do it. Snape ended up killing Professor Dumbledore and then he fled with the other follower's of Voldemort.

Seventh year we set off to find Voldemort and the other horcrux's. Once we found all of the horcrux's, it would be easier to kill Voldemort. You, me, and Ron all went together. When we found Voldemort he was weak. We fought for one last time, Hermione, and there was that prophecy about 'One must die while the other lives', but he was the one who died. I killed him. We went back and we were all heroes. Remember that? We were on the cover of every paper in the wizarding world.

And while I was reading one of those papers, you had left. You were gone. I had no idea where you went to, you just left, and haven't been back since.

Seven years later I run into you here. And I'm not going to let you run off again, Hermione. You hurt too many people. You can't do that to any of us again…or me…

So let's go have a cup of coffee and talk for a bit, okay?"

To his relief, she didn't slap him again. Instead, she nodded slowly and said quietly, "Okay."