Here we are! Official last chapter. *sniff*

I think I will write an epilogue, however. This is after all a trilogy. And things need to be wrapped up nicely.

Chapter 13: An Unplanned Rendezvous

The air smelled of bread, coffee and cheese. The streets nearby were still empty. It was the perfect time for Hermione to take a stroll around one of her favorite cities—Paris.

It had only been a year since she became a full-time writer and Hermione could already feel both the stress and success of reaching her dreams slowly come upon her. After having been launched in the UK, she was now in Paris for her first book tour. She still couldn't believe that she was officially a novelist.

She entered one of the quaint cafes she used to frequent as a child when they were here to visit relatives. She ordered her usual, a French Vanilla Latte and a croissant for breakfast.

"Bonjour, mademoiselle," greeted the bus boy.

"Bonjour," she replied. "Comment allez vous?"

"Bien, merci," the bus boy replied, serving her latte and croissant. "Et vous?"

"Tres bien."

"Fais attencion, les croissant et cafe est chaud."

"Oui, merci beaucoup."

It had all been a blur from the day she returned to London. She never got to saw Harry again from the moment she got back. He'd gone to Russia from New York.

Luckily, she had had no time to dwell on it for too long. She was also thrown into work, meeting after meeting, editing and re-editing, and making sure that everything about it was exactly how she wanted it to be. After that, she had a week to cross her fingers and hope that it sells at least ten copies.

By the end of the week, she'd been informed that she'd sold five thousand.

However, getting out of the British market had proved difficult. She had to use a pseudonym because since it was partly her story, she included herself, and it would seem arrogant. It was difficult for her to be called by the name of an old friend.

Charles was still one of her dearest friends. He called from time to time to ask her how she was. He was currently living in Florida with his mother. He was also seeing someone new.

She hadn't heard from Harry in months. Even Ron and Ginny had no idea where he was. There had also been no word from the Ministry.

A publisher from France had read her novel during a business trip in London. After she agreed to be published in France, he called for a book tour.

Before she left, Ron proposed to Luna. She hated to leave her friends, but they told her that as long as she wasn't running away, it was fine. She also made Draco promise that he wasn't proposing to Ginny until she returned.

After years of living alone, Hermione had started to miss her friends even more than when she'd been at New York. She missed being able to talk to Charles all the time. She wanted to be with Luna to plan the wedding. She worried about Harry. In fact, she worried about him all the time. It had been almost a year and she had no idea where he was and if he was okay.

She finished her breakfast and asked for another latte to go. She decided to enjoy the little time she had taking a walk along the Seine.

Beholding the glorious view in front of her, she sighed and her thoughts gravitated once more towards Harry. Was he getting back on her for what she did to them?

"May I join you?" a man in a scarf, sunglasses and a beret said. Normally, she was wary of stranger, but the man's accent was her small reminder of home.

"Please," she replied.

"Beautiful, is it not?" the mystery man said after a while.

"Breathtaking," Hermione agreed.

"I have a friend," the man began. "She loved going places. She'd told me that Paris was one of her favorite cities."

"What's not to love?" Hermione sighed. "Where are you from?"

"Surrey," he said.

"Oxford," Hermione replied. "But I lived in New York for a while. Odd. I have a friend who grew up in Surrey. Not the best childhood, though."

"I can just imagine," the man said. Hermione looked at him startlingly, but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"This friend of mine," he continued. "She'd always been…alone. What with all her travelling."

"It is sad to see the world alone," Hermione agreed. "But maybe, it's not her fault. Maybe she's…you know, hoping to find herself in these places."

"I just hope she'd come home though," the man replied. "I know I'm tired of travelling. The jet lag's ridiculous."

"Tell me about it," Hermione smirked at the man. The wind blew, displacing the fringe on the man's forehead.

It was a millisecond of a glance, but it was enough for her.

She saw a lightning-shaped scar.

"What do you think? Will she come home with me?"

The sun was higher now. The light shone through the man's glasses. His eyes were…jade green.

"Oh my God," Hermione breathed. She felt lightheaded, as if the wind was knocked out of her. Her knees, buckled. Luckily, the man caught her. His touch was familiar. He smiled at her. Even behind the glasses, it was familiar too. "What are you doing here?"

"I got reassigned last week," Harry replied. Soon, the lightheadedness disappeared…replaced by rage.

"You—arse—Harry—James—Potter!" Hermione screamed in anger, punctuating each word with a bout to his chest or gut. "You leave for Russia without so much as a blank piece of parchment and suddenly you're here! What are you playing at?"

"I did not plan this, I swear!" Harry said defensively. He gripped both her wrists. "I just happened to run into you, that's all."

Hermione stared at him for a moment, then burst into tears and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Don't you ever disappear like that ever again!" she sobbed into his chest. Harry hugged her tighter to his chest.

"I'll try," he replied. He kissed the top of her head and he himself couldn't believe that they had met here, in Paris, of all places. He knew that she still loved him—he could feel it. And he loved her just as much, probably even more. This time, he knew that there was no reason to be afraid.

Hermione let go and bowed her head, not letting Harry see the tears that kept flowing from her eyes.

He was taller than him so he had to crouch a little to see her face.

"Better?" he asked.

"Loads."

"Good." He locked his eyes with hers, still disbelieving that she was actually here, He captured her lips and finally everything was gone.

They were both wrong to have been afraid.

Hermione froze on the spot, literally unable to move. Soon, she sighed into the kiss, having no more reason to deny herself of this happiness. Harry was here and this was real. She felt lightheaded from the presence of Harry alone, and every sensation overwhelmed her. Behind her eyelids, the sun rose and fell and rose again/

Her knees buckled and Harry managed to catch her again. She broke the kiss and his eyes met hers again. He laughed. And they wrapped their arms around each other again.

So yeah, French moment back there. I'm sorry if I got anything wrong. I've been so out of practice for so long.

Will have the Epilogue within this week, hopefully!