Chapter 4:

"Forgive me, I'm trying to find my calling. I'm calling at night. I don't mean to be a bother but have you seen this girl? She's been running through my dreams and its driving me crazy it seems. I was gonna ask her to marry me." All Time Low, Remembering Sunday

"Oh, Harry," He looked really upset. He had a phone in his hand– a muggle device, I wasn't quite sure how they worked– and was in his old sweats and a dirty t-shirt. This was unusual for him, especially at this time of day. Something was wrong, "Is Hermione around?"

He just looked at me and sighed. Then he stepped back and swung the door open the rest of the way. I guessed that this was his way of welcoming me inside, so I stepped past him and into a wave of memories.

Flashback-

Harry and Ron were gone for the day, so the puppies played. I call them puppies because they played around and tore the house apart just as puppies would when the master was away.

"Draco stop!" Hermione called behind her, stifling a laugh. Laughing always made him worse.

He chased her down the hall, tickling her with ever chance he got. When she ran right past the staircase, he knew he would have her cornered. No escaping him, now. She ran straight into the door and turned toward him, a frantic, yet, excited look in her eyes.

"I've got you, now. Do you realize what you've put me through?" He pinned her against the wall and tickled her until tears were streaming down her face with all of the laughter. "Ha! Now, who are you calling afraid, again? Did you see the way you cowered when you realized I had you! HA!"

"Oh, Draco." She slapped him lightly on the shoulder and rolled his eyes. Then, she stalked off in defeat. He knew from that point that this was the girl he would spend the rest of his life with. He was going to ask her to be his wife. Soon.

"Just admit that I win and I'll sto–

End Flashback-

His reminiscing was cut short by the news that would change his life.

"She left, Draco." Harry said, simply. He said it as if it didn't matter at all. But, Draco could see that it had hurt him.

"W-what?" He couldn't believe it. Why would she do such a thing?

"She left. Just after she realized that you weren't coming back. I've been trying to track her down. I was on the phone with her parents when you came. They haven't heard a word from her."

"B-But... she... I... no way. We've got to find her! I never got to..."

"To what? Draco?" He waved his hand in front of my face.

This is not possible. Why would she leave? What happened after I left?

"Ask her to marry me..."

"Oh... you know, I think we should talk. Me, you and Ron, I mean. I think we took this a little too seriously."

"Yeah... we all did." He called Ron down and we sat at the kitchen table. We really needed to work this out now so that we could pull together and find my girl.

"Draco, we don't care that you two were together. We think it's great that you've both found someone you can be with and be happy with. We were just mad because you didn't tell us. Neither of you did. It kinda made us mad because we thought we were all friends. And friends trust each other with that kind of thing."

"It's not that we didn't trust you. And it's not that we were afraid. We just wanted to wait for the right time to drop this kind of load on you. It's not just that we were together, mate. We were in love. And it wasn't just a quick little love spree type of thing. This was the forever kind of love. The love that never ends or fades or just stops. Forever love is like a plastic flower. It never dies. And I knew that as long as I had Hermione in my arms, in my heart, I would never die. Figuratively, at least."

"Look, we're really sorry about this. I really don't like the fact that we let this come between us. Not after all that we've made it through. I mean, look at us five years ago. Ha, we never would have imagined us as friends." Ron finally spoke, the first time I'd spoken to him since that day.

And that was it.

We had resolved our issue and, now, we could focus entirely on finding Hermione and bringing her back. But, then, we heard a light tap on the window.

It was an owl. I took the piece of parchment tied to his foot and unrolled it, revealing the small elegant script that made my heart literally stop. It was her. This one little piece of paper had turned my entire day around. It said:

Harry and Ron,

I know you've been looking for me. And to be completely honest, you aren't going to find me. I'm sorry but I can't come back. I've lost the thing that means the most to me besides you two. And I don't think I want anything else if I don't have him. If I came back to that house, now, all that I would find there were ghosts of my past with him and I can't bear that burden. I'm truly sorry.

– Hermione

Sigh... so so sad. BTW if you read the lyric at the top of the page, it comes directly from the song that this fic is based off of. And just a little hint: The quote reveals to you part of what this chapter contains. Because this fic is based ENTIRELY off of that song. In case you haven't realized, I love that song. lol! you should listen to it. Pretty great. REVIEWWWW!!! xo; Mel.