Hermione has lost herself. Her identity, her memory is now a complete blank, even down to her being a witch. She's a girl on the run. But she doesn't know what she's running from. She doesn't even know her own name. (Rated M for violence, language and sexual content. Written in the style of a Gothic Romance/Mystery. Angsty and dark, eventual romance.)

The gentleman with the thistle-down hair meets a new lady friend. GentlemanXOFC Please excuse some of the formatting/capitalisation. My word processor has an autocorrecting problem with which I constantly do battle. Rated T for now, but may change.