A.N.-- Just in case you have forgotten...i don't own this. The brilliant J.K.R. does you silly goobers! .

Hermione sat on a large bed surrounded by papers and books. She had been sitting like this for hours just staring at all her work. Ironically it was her day off. She had spent the morning in a small cafe a few blocks from her flat reading the Daily Prophet and sipping warm tea. Unlike everyone else in the tiny French cafe, Hermione drank tea. She couldn't acquire that taste for coffee or espresso, so she just stuck to her plain old English tea, and liked it that way. It was late in the afternoon and she had done nothing productive all day, unless watching clouds from your flat and thinking about the old days was productive. Her books were her only relief, and they sat surrounding her and keeping her safe. It was one of those days, she had every once and awhile, where she thought of going back.

She allowed a long sigh to deflate from her lungs and spill out into the cool stiff air of her apartment. It had been a long exhausting day, in the subconscious sense. Letting go of her straight, perfect posture Hermione gave into to her slumping shoulders. Her head leaned back slightly, touching the backboard of her bed. The cold wood felt surprising refreshing against her neck, and her tightly spun hair slowly began to fall down, gently touching her freckled shoulders.

The French sun had done wonders for her skin and completion, although she hadn't been outside much. Hermione had been working for the Ministry since the day she left London. It was a hard choice to make, but in the end she decided her future as a educator and Ministry worker depended on this job. Thus resulting in less time spent outside in the sun, reading or writing. Along with the loss of her dear friend, the written word, Hermione had also lost something else important to her, Ron and Harry.

It was complicated.

At least that's what she told herself on these days, the days where she thought of going back. It had just gotten complicated over the years. Forgetting to write, and then just putting it off, it would just be awkward now. But still, sometimes she wondered what would happen if she just happened to be visiting London on business...

It had been five years since she had seen the familiar cobblestone streets of London. Paris was so much different and she longed for something she knew, a place that seemed to fit. It wasn't that she had hated Paris, she just missed the things she always found comfortable.

Comfortable. She sighed, lifting herself off the bed and sliding over to her desk. There she lifted up a small crinkled picture, of three smiling people waving up at her. She saw herself, five years younger, with her arms around her two best friends in the world. Harry and Ron looked so old, standing in there graduation gowns. Her heart ached looking at it, knowing that 3 months later those faces would be saying goodbye, not knowing that five silence years would follow. She wondered if ron still had that letter she had written so long ago. It had taken her a week to find the right words the right why to say everything. How could she sum up seven long years...

Dropping the picture Hermione slumped in her chair drawing her knees to her chest. Ron looked so different from those gawky teenage years. At the age of 16 she had begun to notice the difference, but it always slipped to the back of her mind. Always in her heart she knew how she felt, but up until a little while ago she had never accepted it. There was something about that tall, freckled boy she had always...

A knock on the door stopped her thoughts. It was exactly what she had needed, but not particularly wanted. On these days, it was a custom for her to daydream and wander though the lost memories of her mind. Since now she so seldom got to do so, but still she wished it had only come seconds later.

"Coming..." She mumbled, lifting herself weakly from her chair. The apartment was quiet small and only took her seconds to reach the door. Standing before was a tall, plump man with a raspy voice and a tough look about him. His jet black hair stood in an uncontrollable mess, and his dirty hands lay heavily at his side.

"It's the 2nd of the month Ms. Granger." He man whispered, getting louder as he reached the end of his statement. "I need the rent or else..."

Blinking, Hermione stretched her arms above her head and yawned. "Right away Mr. Jaggers, let me go fill out a check right now..."

With that Hermione had been swept right out of her dreary dream world and into the rush of reality.

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