A/N: I'm so glad so many people like my last fic! Well, one reviewer raised the question why Ron couldn't apparate to France in Once Upon A Wedding Day. That's a very good question. I wasn't thinking that way at the time, I was already moving onto the plane crashing, and that seemed the best possible scenario. Just a little tip, if you're a r/hr fan, I'm not. I go for h/hr and only h/hr. I go for r/l. Right so, this is my newest fic, it's a song fic, based on Dido's Sand in My Shoes. So get reading and I hope you like this one better than my other. Please r/r. This one will have more than one chapter, so there's plenty of room for improvement. I'm open to all suggestions; after all, this is only the third fic I've ever posted on the site. :) Oh yeah, just to tell you, I usually write very short chapters, sorry. O, n on my other story, if you misunderstood when Harry said he felt better than he ever felt, that wasn't b/c Ron was dead, it was b/c he was holding Hermione. He almost cried when they said Ron was dead.
Disclaimer: Ok, once again, I am most definitely not J.K. Rowling, so I therefore own no characters or places mentioned in this story. I really wish I was J.K.R., but I'm not. :'(
I Can't Forget You Again
Ch. 1
By Moonelfgrl
Hermione stared up at the Eiffel Tower, looming up in front of her. She was in awe of it. In fact, she was in awe of Paris as a whole; the little cafes, the easygoing lifestyle, the Lourve, the amazing architecture, the grand hotels, the people themselves. Everything about the city amazed her. And Harry lived here. In Paris; in France. She had come to visit him actually. They hadn't seen each other for five years. Two years after they left Hogwarts, Harry had been offered a job by a French Quidditch team. He had taken it and ended up moving to Paris. The trio had fallen apart. Hermione and Ron had stayed in England. Ron had married his girlfriend Luna Lovegood and moved to London. He was currently working in a shop he had bought, selling Quidditch Supplies. Hermione had had boyfriends on off, but she was never really in love with them. At the moment, she was single. She decided that since she was only twenty-four, she had plenty of time to fall in love.
She glanced back down at the scrap of paper on which she had scribbled Harry's address five years earlier. He was in Apartment 23B in the Grand Apartments complex.
"Excuse moi, monsierur." She said in perfect French to a man with a stand selling little models of the tower. "Pouvoir vous dire moi oú moi pouvoir trouver Magnifique Appartements plaire?" (Excuse me, sir, can you tell me where I can find Grand Apartments please?)
"Oui," (yes) the man answered and proceeded to tell her how to get there.
"Merci, au revoir!"(Thank you, goodbye) Hermione said when he had finished; he nodded.
Hermione hailed a taxi; gave him the name of the place and the directions and they sped off. Hermione was already extremely nervous about this little visit. She had, of course, talked to Harry on the phone many times. In fact, he had invited her here over the phone. But seeing him in person after five years of only phone correspondence was extremely nerve-racking. What if he looked different? What if he had been injured during Quidditch and now had a broken nose or something.
Than you'll have to deal with it because underneath it will just be the same old Harry. Hermione scolded herself. I hope.
They reached the complex and Hermione paid the driver. Finding the right door, she raised her fist to knock. Well, here goes and she knocked. A moment later, the door opened.
"Hermione!" Harry said smiling.
