Left Behind

Chapter 3

Hours seemed to go by once again for Harry. Until finally, the letter came! Harry immediately opened the letter in a heartbeat. Thank Merlin she said yes! He was so excited! Three more days until he could see her again, three more days until he could hug her again, three more days until, until, he couldn't say what, but he knew what he wanted to say to her. He wanted to say the three very words that he's been desperately hiding for the past 3 years... I love you. Now that he had the chance…he'd just have to wait a little while longer. Words could not describe the feelings Harry was feeling right at that moment. As he looked up at the time he noticed that it was nearly time for lunch so he decided to fix himself a sandwich. He sat grinning to himself, thinking, I'm the happiest man in the world. And he was right!  

Hermione sighed to herself. She was daydreaming again, about Harry. How long had it been? Three years? She couldn't believe it. She sat on her couch listening to the outside noises. She sipped her tea in frustration. I wonder what he's hiding from me? She thought to herself. He said in his letter about telling her something important. Could it possibly be his long lost confession to spill his heart out to her, and tell her he loved her??? Fat chance! She knew that for a fact. If Harry would of wanted to tell her something as important as that, he surly would not of waited three long years to confess his feelings towards her. Oh well, it is a good thought though. And she was right.

The three days seemed like eternity for Harry! Let it come, please let it come! He thought to himself. On the morning of the big awaited reunion, Harry couldn't help but feel his nerves acting up. He seemed almost jumpy at every little noise throughout the flat. It was awful. Afternoon came and went. It was almost time to go. Sunset was almost there. With that thought in mind, he decided to go and take a shower. He wanted to look his best for her right?

Hermione's nerves were acting up again. How she hated that! Sunset was almost there, so she decided to get ready. But how should she dress??? "Oh my! Why hadn't I thought of that earlier?" she ran to her room, threw open the closet door and started, with great difficulty, picking out shirts and skirts, and placing them up to her reflecting body from the mirror. "Nope! Oh god no! What was I thinking when I bought this? Surly not. Ahhhh. Harry will think I'm easy in this. Nope. Nope. Nope. Too flashy. Too many stripes. Too ugly! Too Pink! Wait a minute! That's perfect!" Hermione held out a knee length kaki skirt with a red baby tee. Not too showy, not too formal. "This will do perfectly." She said to no one in particular. 

One minute remaining. Thirty seconds. Ten seconds. Ding! Six a clock had finally come. Harry once again pressed his fingers to his hair, for it had to of been the fiftieth time that evening. "Damn hair. Never changes." He mumbled to himself. "Oh, never mind!" he looked at the clock, "Damn! Damn, Damn, Damn!" (A/N-Doc Brown!) He was late! After one more quick glance at himself, he grabbed his wand and disapparated with a simple pop.



"Ok, Ok I look good right? Right? What's the use? I'm talking to my reflection." A rather disturbed Hermione sat in front of the mirror checking over her overly plastered face. "Maybe I ought to slim down on the eye makeup next time. Oh well, here goes nothing." She looked at the clock. "It's time." And with that in mind she knew it best to go now and get it over with. She decided on walking there. She didn't want to apparate. She wanted to make an appearance. She wanted to see his jaw drop. Not that she was conceited and all, but she did have a more higher self-esteem nowadays. She wasn't that boring bushy haired know it all girl anymore. And with that she walked out the door.

He arrived around 6:10. Not too late. Harry stood at the entrance of The Three Broomsticks. Where is she? Suddenly, horrific thoughts occurred to him. What if she arrived and saw I wasn't here? What if she thinks I'm even more of a prat for not showing up? What if she thinks I stood her up? What if, what if…but at that exact moment a beautiful girl was walking towards him. His jaw dropped. He couldn't breath, move, or speak. "Hey there stranger." She said. It couldn't be Hermione. Harry was clearly in a trance. Choking on his breath, he managed to say a "Hi." What the hell? Speak up Harry! Stop gawking at her! They just stood there and stared at each other. Finally she made a move. She wrapped her arms around him. She smells so sweet. It was a very long and rewarding hug. He hadn't had a hug like that in a while. It felt good. He could stay like that forever. Finally after at least a minute or so they broke apart. She spoke again.

"It's been a while." Hermione said looking at the floor.

"Yeah." Harry said sadly.

"Shall we go in?" Hermione said turning towards the entrance.

"Uh huh." He couldn't stop himself from staring at her. Three years sure made a difference. Not that she was bad looking before he left her. Oh no. Harry always thought she was beautiful. They managed to get a booth in the back so as to not get disturbed. Silence again.

"How long has it been Harry?" she said softly.

"Three very long years." Harry said looking at his cup of tea.

"I missed you Harry. A lot actually." Now it was her turn to look at her cup of tea. She was blushing. How she wanted to scream her head off at him. Leaving her confused and alone. Why all of a sudden did he want to meet up again?

"Really?" Why did I just say that? She wouldn't have said if she didn't mean it right? He managed to continue on.

"I missed you too." A smile appeared on both of their faces for the first time. The evening wasn't so bad after all. They reminisced throughout the night. Talking of Quidditch, Hogwarts, Professor Snape, everything! Or at least tried to talk of everything until the cook cleared everyone off for the night. They scurried out of the pub and walked around for a bit. It was nice just to walk with her. He still couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He loved the way her mouth moved when she talked; in fact he loved everything about her. But we've heard this before right? It was then that his opportunity finally came around. At around 11 Hermione said it, the very thing that started this whole reunion.

"You didn't want to just visit with me, and talk about "old times" did you Harry? Something is wrong. You're not telling me something."

"Wha… Me?" returning to the real world.

"Yes, you Harry Potter!" a smile appeared on her face again. He loved when she said his name.

"Of course I wanted to see you again. It's been so long. I wanted to write to you so many times before. I really did, it's just…" He trailed off

"Well, why now? What is it? I didn't come out here for nothing. Or did I?" Inching closer to him, smile still remaining on her face she took hold of his hand, and gave it a tight squeeze. "What is it?" her smile disappeared.

"Not here. Please." She looked really anxious for an answer, but he couldn't say it now. Not here! In private! Please, anywhere but here on the street corner… He looked at the sidewalk. Panic stricken he asked another stupid question. "Would you like to come over?" Bad question, bad question!!

Her smile returned and was indeed wider. "Sure."