Meanwhile, miles away, a very distraugt Hermione Granger sat in the living room of her parents' house. She still lived with them, despite her career. She flipped channels with the remote, not daring to use her wand at a time like this. She'd been trying to forget him, even though she had been absolutely sure that he had been in love with her.

She'd waited years to have him, and yet he'd thrown her away... or it had seemed like it. Lucky thing he didn't take me, she thought glumly to herself. I would have been hurt like this, only worse.

She went outside to sit on the porch swing. The small Muggle suburbs were somehow comforting to her. There was a game of street hockey going on in the cul-de-sac and a few kids were out riding their bikes. Happy Muggle children, not knowing that there was another world very parallel to the one they currently lived in...

She stepped off the porch to admire her mothers' roses. The aroma wafted towards her and for a moment, she was lost in unexplainable bliss. Then the hard crash of reality came rushing back towards her, and she whirled around.

She had definately heard something sneak behind her. She would have used a spell to be sure, but too many Muggles. Just because she was an adult didn't mean that she could disobey the rules.

Yeah... that would definately be the ultimate downfall of Hermione Granger... her head snapped up. Was that his voice? Was he here?

She looked around wildly, a smile on her face, but it faded after she realized that his voice had just been her imagination... why did the agony have to go on like this??

She walked back inside and trotted back to her room. She was about ready to crash onto the bed when a few bits of paper caught her eye. She certainly hadn't seen them before she last left her room; had someone been here?

Looking around, she hastily muttered, "Reparo," and the paper zoomed back into place, a few bits a few bits flying from the floor and a couple that had fallen into her trash bin. The paper resealed itself and it was like any other paper.

She picked it up to read. It was probably nothing: probably just a few old reciepts her mother had torn up and forgot to throw away.

Then she saw, at the bottom of the paper, the initials R.B.W.

Her head spun for a moment, and she sat back on the bed. Was this some kind of trick? Had someone pulled a prank on her? It would have to be someone magical, her parents would definately not do something like this to her.

She waited a moment, then took a peek at the rest of the letter. It was written in his same scrawled handwriting- thin, slanted, messy for the most part.

She began to read.

August 14th

Dear Hermione,

I was always bad at beating around the bush and you know it. But I just can't seem to say what I've been wanting to say to you.

Listen, Hermione, the reason that I'm writing you this letter that I''m never going to be able to send is that... well, I have feelings for you. Aw, what am I kidding, I love you, Hermione. Now, more than ever.

Probably ever since you took on that troll and took the blame for it back in our first year- maybe even before then. I was so mad that you were going to the Yule Ball with Krum that I said some things I shouldn't have.

I would've asked you but it would've seemed too obvious that I liked you as much as I did- what if you didn't feel the same way?

And still, even as I sit here in the flat writing this, the letter that you'll never see, I still wish I would've kissed you. Not that you didn't do a great job when we were destroying the Horcruxes.

Anyway, I just didn't have a chance to tell you, and I was so depressed those last weeks at Hogwarts that I just kind of forgot that everyone exsisted. I'd like to tell you I'm sorry, first for forgetting you and second that you'll never lay your eyes on this letter.

I'm in love with you, Hermoine, and I'm so, so sorry,
R.B.W.

Hermione was speechless. The most noise she could muster was a strangled gasp. She started at the words I love you until they seemed like they would jump off the page. It was strange, how she had written a letter similar to this one around the same time...

She laid the paper back down onto her desk facedown. She had to think about this...

Eh, second chapter's ok I guess. Thanks for all the reviews, keep them coming! I hope you enjoyed this much so far, the ending is coming up tomorrow!