A/N: So, this chapter is for a friend of mine, who gave me the idea for this FF. This chapter was written years ago, originally for other FF but then I found this chapter the other day and decided to make a new story out of it.

Guess what? I don't own Harry Potter and Twilight. What a shocker, right?

Enjoy.

Chapter 1

"Are you serious about this Mia?"

Harry looked at his best friend's face for any signs of humour but he didn't see any. Instead, she smiled warmly at him.

"Yes Harry, I've been planning to do this since I finished creating the new potion for the ministry a week ago."

"Have you discussed this with Ron?"

Hermione shifted her gaze on the old grandfather clock beside her.

Harry sighed. "You haven't, have you?"

"No, but I'm sure that he will respect my decision." Ron Weasley has been her boyfriend from their last year at Hogwarts. She was very sure that Ron will understand her decision.

"I don't know, Mia. I really think that you should go and discuss this with Ron. Or maybe if you want, I could asked Ron to meet us here and discuss about this"

Hermione's expression harderened. "Are you saying that I can't afford to make my own decision? That I have to asked for both your and Ron's permission to do something? For God's sake, Harry, I'm a grown adult. I can think for myself and I have decided to move to the muggle world regardless what you or Ron said."

"Mia, please reconsider your decision. If you move from here, then we won't see each other as much as we do now. "

"I know that, Harry. But I just need some time for myself. I haven't got any rest since before the war. I just finished the potion and I'm really exhausted. I really need some time for myself. You know, try to get away from all... this and I also need some time to mourn for my step-sister. You know she's died 3 days ago in an accident and I didn't even go to her funeral because I'm too busy. So just please, Harry, please try to understand me."

Harry looked at his best friend. He does admit that she doesn't have enough time for herself at all. He mean, look at her, she looked so disorientated. She looked like somebody who doesn't have their own life. She kept working and helping other people without thinking of herself.

She does need some time for herself but why did she decided to move away from here? He'll agree if she's just going for vacation anywhere or even resting at home without doing any work at all but this? What's more is that she has made this decision without discussing with Ron. He'll be furious for sure.

"I do, Mia. But I still reckon that you discuss this with Ron"

Hermione just stared at Harry. Then she shook her head and stood up slowly. "That's it, Harry. I've made my decision and not you or even Ron can change it."

"But Ron..."

"Stop treating me like a child, Harry. Do not tell me what to do because I can think for myself. I'm not a child anymore. I do not need your permission to do anything."

"But Mia..." Harry stood up and tried to stop Hermione from leaving.

"Goodbye Harry" She gave Harry a smile and apparate herself from Harry's house before Harry could grab her.

Harry looked at the spot where Hermione stood just seconds ago. He sighed. He sat on her sofa and slowly closed his eyes and takes a deep breath. Maybe, just maybe Mia's decision to move to the muggle world to have some time for herself is the best decision for her.

Yeah, maybe. Maybe.


Hermione watched as the dead leaves gracefully fall onto the ground. The sky was very blue and clear. It was a nice day. She should go outside and do something. Instead, here she was, sitting beside her window in her living room at her new double storey house that her parents gave. She watched as a group of kids having fun at the park across her house. I hope I can be like them, having fun without any care in the world. Hermione sighed. I really wish that. But she knows that it won't happen. Not with all the problems she's having

It's been a month since she moved here, to Forks. It's also been about a week since she talked to Harry and Ron, if you can call those a talk. Hermione shrugged and everything flashed to her mind once again.

(Flashback)

"How could you do this to me? I thought you love me!" Ron Weasley shouted.

His face was as red as his hair. How could Hermione do this to him? How could she even thinking about leaving him? What angered him the most is that he had to hear about Mia's plan from Harry. He felt betrayed. He is Hermione's boyfriend and he should be the first to know everything concerning Hermione, not Harry or anyone else.

"I do love you, Ron. It's just I need some time away from everything here." Hermione sighed. "I need a little time for myself."

"Time? You need some time for yourself? Then what do you call all the times you've been locking yourself in the room doing the potion? You're so selfish, Mia"

"That was for the ministry, you know that and I was doing work, not relaxing."

"Work is your style of relaxing, Mia. I know you. You love to do all the working. You said it make you feel relaxed."

Hermione started to feel annoyed. "That was before the war, Ron. This work was different. You didn't know how pressure it was to have everybody depending on yourself. I didn't enjoy myself at all throughout the making of the potion. You should know that better than anyone!"

Ron rolled his eyes "Yeah, yeah, I'm sure it's very difficult for you to do the work with all the attention you get from everyone. It must be a good feeling when you know everyone is counting on you, right? I mean, I'm not surprised. Knowing you, I know you like it when people go to you and ask for your help."

Patient, patient. She kept telling herself. Take a deep breathe. He is just being a jerk. "You really don't understand me, do you Ron?" Hermione feel something break in her. She thought of all people, Ron would be the one who understand her the most. Apparently, she thought wrong. She tried her best to hold the tears that threatened to come out. After the war ended, she has been busy creating new kind of potions that can help the ministry to capture some of the Death Eaters that have escaped.

Sure, she did finish those potions a week ago but she still has not any time to relax. She's been spending times with Harry fighting and catching some of the remaining supporters of Voldemort. Ron wasn't with them because he's been busy with his Quidditch practices. Ron had joined the Cannon team right after the war ended. Harry, on the other hand, decided that he would remain as a Auror. At the same time, she had to handle her sister's death in an accident. It has been hard for Hermione.

"I do understand you, Mia. I really do but I think it's you who doesn't understand me. I've been your boyfriend for about 3 years now. You should be spending time with me but no, you were always busy with your work for all its worth and you forget about me. Now that I think about it, Harry must be spending more time with you compared to me, am I right? Do you know how I feel about that?"

Ron looked at Hermione as if he wanted her to answer him but before she could say anything, he continue, "Now, suddenly out of nowhere, you wanted to live in the muggle world and you did not discuss it with me at all. Hell, I even have to hear about it from other people! You really not being a good girlfriend, you know that Mia?"

Did he just say I'm not being a good...? Uggh, that's it! He's really out of the line this time. Hermione looked at Ron with full of disgust. "I'm not being a good girlfriend?" Hermione suddenly laughed. Ron looked at Hermione strangely. This is definitely not the reaction he's been hoping for from Hermione.

Hermione took a step towards Ron and still she doesn't stop laughing. Ron has give it a thought of stepping backward a bit but he doesn't want to show how coward he is, so he stands still and tried to put on a brave face. She raised her head and looked directly at Ron's blue eyes. Hermione doesn't know how she falls in love with those eyes in the first place. Heck, she doesn't even know how she falls in love with him in the first place. He's nothing but a jerk.

"Well then, Ron Weasley. I believe I have a good solution for that problem." She hardened her eyes and smile.

"I say we break up. That ought to solve everything, right?"

Instantly, Ron's brave expression fell down and his face turned red. "What? No!" He definitely doesn't expect this. He quickly regained his composure and tried to calm down. His face red as he tried hard to calm down. It didn't work so well because well, let's just say because having patience is not one of his best quality. Neither does calming down.

"There no way you breaking up with me. No way" Ron kept shaking his head, making his flaming, red hair messy in the process.

Hermione would've say that Ron looked really cute doing that if they were not in this position. "Well, too bad for you because I'm breaking up with you." Hermione turned to leave but Ron grabbed her arm.

"Mia, please. I love you. Don't do this to me, please Mia." Ron begged.

Pathetic. Hermione tried to pull her hand back but Ron's held her arm more firmly.

"Ron, let me go."

"But Mia..."

"I said let me go, Ron. You're hurting me!" Ron let go her hand and she could feel the pain on her arm. This would definitely leave a mark tomorrow. What a bastard. Hermione glared at him and started to walk away from Ron.

"You will regret this Mia. I'll make sure you will"

Hermione ignore his words and looked at Ron for the last time. "Goodbye Ron and thanks for wasting three years of my life."

"You'll be alone wherever you go Mia! Remember that! You'll be lonely and believe me, you won't be calm no matter where you go. I'll make sure of it. Mark my words, Mia!" Ron shouted at Hermione who already broke into a run.

Running away from him.

Running away from everything else.

(End of flashback)

Hermione brush away her tears that kept falling every time she recalled that memory. It was raining heavily outside. She doesn't realize when it has started raining. Hermione sighed. Ron was right. She did feel so lonely. She really missed her friends and she is far from being relaxed or calm. She doesn't know what to do now. She was sure that she has lost her best friends.

She thought her decision to come here was right but so far there's nothing for her here. All she ever did in this month was waking up from bed, went to work at a small bookshop near the hospital and come back home. She doesn't even have friends here. She only knew her employer, Mr Jonathan and her neighbour, Mrs Marc. I miss my friends. Why is this happening to me? Why can't they just understand me? I just wanted some time away from this world. Away from the place that full of dark memory. Is it wrong for me to do that? Is it? Or am I just being selfish, just like Ron's said?

Hermione curled herself into a ball and looked outside the window. It was early but it's already dark. She could see nothing but her reflection. Her hair was messy and there are dark circles under her eyes. She looked very thin as the result not eating for days. Her bright brown eyes seemed to lose its brightness and they were surrounded with tears stain. What am I going to do? She's been asking the same question herself every single day.

She shifted her eyes away from her reflection and looked outside her window once again. It was still raining outside. She saw something move outside, at the park across her house. She blinked, trying to clear her eyes. She could see a figure swinging to and forth. Whoever it is must be sitting on the swing. That's weird, who can possibly be outside playing at the park with the weather like this?

Hermione watched as the figure swinging to and forth a couple of times. Suddenly, the figure stood and Hermione could see the figure quite clearly. Plus the rain almost stopped and the sun almost comes out again.

From the body, she could tell that it was a guy. A tall guy with a shinning, bronze hair. Come on. Just turned around a bit. I want to see your face. Come on. She didn't know why she was so curious to see this guy's face. As if he heard Hermione, he turned to look at Hermione's direction.

A/N: What do you think? =S