(A/N: Here's is chappie number two! Keep 'em reviewing!)















Hermione wore a simple black suit with a skirt instead of pants, her hair in a French twist. She wanted to make it perfectly clear that it was indeed a business meeting.

'Hi, Hermione.' Called a voice.

'Coming!' she said hurriedly, pulling on shoes.

She went outside to find Greg had brought one of his cars, a red convertible.

'Come on.' He said.

'Er, OK.' She said.

After they parked their car and went to the restaurant, Greg asked for a private dining area.

'Well,' he said when Hermione settled into her seat. 'I suppose you want to see the book.'

'Oh, yes.' Said Hermione excitedly. He handed her a hard cover book.

She scanned the cover and frowned. 'Where's my name?' she said, looking up. On the cover it said, "The Little Black Book - By Greg Watson"

Greg coughed. 'Well, we had to do that for publicity reasons.'

'I wrote every word of this book!' said Hermione indignantly.

'Well - I edited it.'

'So?' Said Hermione. 'I can't believe you did this, I trusted you.'

'Look, you're an unknown. I'm not. It'll sell better with my name.' Greg said smoothy, 'Maybe the next.'

'There'll be no next book. I'm never having anything to do with you ever again!' said Hermione, standing up and throwing the book in front of him.

'Wait!' He said.

Hermione turned around.

'Why waste the dinner? It doesn't have to be a business meeting.' He said.

'What on earth are you talking about?' said Hermione hotly.

'Hermione,' he said clasping her hand. 'I think I'm in love with you.'

Hermione gasped and slapped him soundly across the face.

Then she left, slamming the door after her.

After a frantic three days of planning and frustration, everything was coming together. Today was the day which Hermione and Harry both looked forward to, but dreaded. Their wedding and the parting in the space of forty-eight hours.

Hermione stood, arrayed in her white gown with a misty veil over her shoulders. Her mother stood in front of her, twisting a strand of hair arou

'Oh sweetheart.' She said softly. 'My baby girl is getting married.'

Hermione smiled. 'Somehow it isn't the way I imagined it.'

'Oh.' Said Ginny, reaching over to touch the flowers in Hermione's hair softly. 'It'll be all right. Don't let the war spoil your day.'

Hermione looked out the window. 'I love him, Ginny.' She said softly. 'And he's leaving first train tomorrow morning going God knows where.'

'It's been hard hushing it up from the Muggles.' Said Mrs. Weasley. 'Why, they even made an island as a battleground, protected by invisibility charms and what not. My Arthur is up to his eyes with charms to protect the International Code of Wizarding Secrecy when he should be retired.'

Hermione sighed. 'Who am I to complain when dozens are dying each day?' she said.

'You have every right to complain,' said Fiona. 'Because it isn't fair.'

Tears clouded up her mother's eyes. 'I think your fathers ready.'

Hermione kissed her mother on the cheek and took her father's arm.

They made their way to the stairs where the music was playing and already the flower girls were halfway down the aisle. Ginny was next with Dean and then Fiona (Hermione's Muggle friend) with Seamus. Then the music rose in volume and everyone looked up in anticipation.

Hermione looked beautiful as a bride, her smile shy but sure. Harry watched her walk down the aisle towards him, his eye lighting up with love.

After their vows and after Harry kissed his bride, the merriment began. But there was a bittersweet tang in the air, this happy couple who clearly loved each other so much were soon to be separated without as much as a honeymoon.



Later, Hermione and Harry walked along the beach barefoot. 'If I wasn't already madly in love with you I certainly would be now.' Said Harry softly. He stood behind Hermione on the pier, his head rested gently on her shoulder. She stroked his cheek softly. 'I wish you didn't have to go.' She said.

'I know.' Said Harry, turning her to face him. He tilted her chin up and kissed her softly, her hands running through his hair. And in the dying sunlight, Hermione and Harry did feel that everything was perfect. For now, anyway.



TWO MONTHS LATER.

'Hedwig!' said Hermione spotting the snowy owl perched on the window sill.

She tore open the letter and read it in disbelief.

'What is it?' asked Lavender.

'It's my letter I wrote.' Said Hermione in confusion. 'Hedwig couldn't find Harry.'

'She probably just couldn't see him and gave up.'

'I can't stand it.' Said Hermione. 'I can't stand not knowing whether my husband is dead or alive.' She stood up, pushing back annoying strands of hair which had fallen from her messy ponytail.

'Maybe Hedwig just couldn't find him,' suggested Lavender.

'I'm going to go.' Said Hermione standing up.

'What?'

'I'm going to the battleground to look for him.'

'Hermione - don't be ridiculous, no one wants to go there - it's.'

'Lavender, I'm not going to sit and pray when there's a war going on and my husband could be killed or will be killed or dead or.'

'Just go to sleep and get some rest.' Said Lavender. 'Everything will look better in the morning.'

'The sun just never shines, Lav.' Said Hermione sadly, her statement with a wealth of meaning. 'I have to go.' She said, staring out the window, determined to find him, dead or alive.



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