A/N: People, This is going to be in two SHORT chapters. I've had this brilliant idea for another fic… so, be happy soon!!! Love you all
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"Why do they need us?" Hermione said in a worried tone.
"Ron… he…" The boy wasn't closed to finished, when Harry and Hermione bolted down the hall, down the stairs, and into the great hall. The boy was far behind
Harry was ahead or Hermione, but Hermione was right behind them.
"Ron! Wake up, please don't die, don't leave me like this," it was Ginny; she was pleading for her brothers life. Obviously something had happened.
"Would someone—." Breath. "Please tell me what happened."
"Tell us, what happened," Hermione added.
"Ron… he fell down the stairs, he--."
"What happened!?"
"Oh, he'll be fine, he's just had a minor concussion."
Harry had fainted.
Harry got up from the couch, and walked over to wear his muggle car keys were. He was ready to go and pick up Hermione.
He walked to the coat rack, and got his jacket, slipped it on, and walked out the door.
He got into his car, and saw the time. 9:03.
"She wanted me there by ten thirty…" Harry said to no one in particular.
"I'm going to be late." Harry said again to no one.
Harry drove pretty far, he told Hermione he wanted to leave her off at the airport. Hermione wasn't sure she wanted to travel across the ocean quite yet, she still wasn't sure. A muggle airplane wasn't safer, at least the news had proved that, but she didn't want to take her chances.
Brazil was far… far enough to get away from your best friends.
Harry sighed. He was going to miss her; he couldn't say he wasn't going to miss her. Ron was just the same. But he felt a part of him was leaving as well. Not that she cared about his feelings – no one did, especially the media. He was the boy who lived. Mr. Harry Potter. Who was he to change it, even if it was his life.
About an hour and a half later, he drove up to Hermione's flat. Again Harry sighed.
He got out of the car, and walked preparing for the fake smile, and happiness he was going to share. He wasn't happy she was going, she just wouldn't understand…
He knocked on the door, and was welcomed by a hug, and a kiss on the cheek. Too bad he wished for more.
Still holding on to each other, Harry looked Hermione in the eyes, she was crying, happiness? Emptiness? He really couldn't be sure, because she hugged him once more, and led him into her flat.
"Harry I hope you don't mind, I have a couple things to load into your car."
"A couple things?" Harry asked with a grin, looking around, and saw the still mess.
"Harrrrrrry! I'm going to Brazil, I don't need to pack a room."
"You're right, you need to pack a room, and a bathroom."
She glared at him, and then laughed a bit.
"But please, help me with these", she pointed to a few rather large bags, but not to enormous.
"Of course," Harry said, while grabbing two of the bags, and carrying them out to the car, Hermione opening the door for him.
He set the bags down, and opened the trunk, and put them in there. He saw Hermione come out with the last bag. He met her halfway, and grabbed the bag, she did a nod, and a silent thank you.
He put the pack into the car, and opened the passenger side door for Hermione, and closed it. He sighed; and walked over to the drivers' side, and hopped in.
He started the car, and drove to the airport (make up a name). They got out of the car, and Harry took two of the bags, and Hermione took the other. They walked up to the station there, and checked her bags in. Hermione was now bag less.
"Well, can I at least do the honors of walking you to your flight?"
"Of course," Hermione said lightly.
They walked to the waiting area, and they sat down at the waiting seats.
(Sorry people, I don't know how to explain it better.)
A/N: Bloody hell, you all need to figure this one out on your own. It's going to be a pathetic ending. Well for me. Who is only getting 7 hours of sleep before a 2-hour practice with my soccer team. I tried, I really did. The next chapter should be up before 12 tonight. Anyway, have fun reading! Yeah right.