1 Chapter 6- Clair De Lune

Okay okay itz ok because you don't have to wait n e more. I like using French titles. I once played a song on the piano called Au Clair de la Lune but I had no idea that it meant in the moonlight. Usually I like 2 torture people but im putting up 2 chapters today. Maybe I'll put up 3. I don't know. Here goes. This could be really scary. I know it'll be really fluffy. Pleez R/R. HP's POV.





Well, that's it! I'm packed! It is now March twenty-eighth. Three days. Then I'll take a plane on the First of April and get my booty to London. I can't go before the First because Perce is so small that there is no airport here. I have to apparate to a bigger city about sixty miles away from here to catch my plane. I'm so happy. I've figured it all out. Unfortunately, the plane trip there is about fourteen hours long. It's too dangerous to try to apparate overseas. The last thing that I would want to do is get splinched. What a great way to get back on newspaper headlines again. Definitely not the entrance I want.

From the airport where I'm landing, I'll apparate to the closest that I can get to Hogwarts. From there, I'll just go up to the door, all casually, and knock. Someone will open the door, and I'll ask to see Hermione. I'll go to wherever she lives and she'll be looking the same as she did when I last saw her, with her hair magically straightened out quite a bit, and her brown eyes, a bit lighter on the edges, and she won't be dating or anything because she knew that I would come back. Then we'll go out to dinner at Hogsmeade or someplace and she'll tell me that she's been looking for me all these years. And we'll be together again.

Yeah, right. Get a life, Potter. There's no way that that is going to happen. It's been five years already, and I hope that she hasn't spent all of that time worrying about me. Or maybe I do.

Wait, no, I don't. Then she would have too weird a life. I don't want her to have a weird life. And especially not because of me. I want her to have the life that was in her dreams, that she would always say that she wanted when I asked her why she studied 24/7. Well, okay, she didn't study 24/7. But it seemed like it. And the rest of the time she spent sleeping, eating, taking a shower, etc. Or going on dates with Ron.

I don't know what would happen if I came to Hogwarts and discovered that she and Ron were married or something. What would I do then? Would I go away and forget about her? Would I stay? Would I try to break them up? No, I don't think that I would break them up. That sounds way too mean. I would just be sort of. . . mad. I guess. But I still hope that it won't happen.

I'll know in two days, because according to my watch, it is now one- seventeen in the morning. Great. Another night wasted on thinking about Hermione. No, not wasted. Spent. And right now, that's all that I can do. Think. Think outside of my house, in my backyard, lying on the grass, staring at the moon. In two days, Hermione and I will be together again. Just kissing under the moonlight.