Sorry for the long wait. I've had writer's blockaitis. And I started yet another story! Except I think it's a Ginny/Draco… Yeah! It is! It's called My big arrogant obnoxious boss I think.

Last chapter, guys!

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Three years later

A tear rolled down Hermione Granger's cheeks.

All the memories, all the pain, and all the thoughts of her past… they were really killing her.

And so was that onion.

When Hermione walked into Italy, the first thing she realized was how sensitive she was… to onions.

Her vulnerability to onions was supernatural.

She had little money and little knowledge of Italy, yet she chose Italy because… it was the country of love.

Ironic… yes.

She got a low paying job at a restaurant that was largely popular for their ripe onions. Still, it was the only restaurant that spoke English.

Ironic… yes.

She had learned from all her co-workers that the tears shed over the onions added all the juice and passion to the meal. So everyday, she sat there, cutting up onions, tears flowing continuously as some were shed over the stingy smell and some over her lost loved ones, when she had fled to Italy in hope to forget everything.

Ironic… yes.

Hermione knew nothing of how ironic her world would get that day.

She had met some friends who worked with her in the restaurant. The lead chef, Gisela, always supported her through thick and thin and with her arguementative voice fought against the Italian boss with Hermione. Fred, the other chef entertained the whole kitchen with his witty American jokes with his ridiculous Italian accent.

"Hairminione! There's family waiting! Go serve the family waiting!" The restaurant owner cried out to her in his Italian accent.

"Yes sir!" She wiped the tears off and walked out with a cheerful smile. "Welcome to Pizarrio's. How many people would be joining you today?"

"Three of us only." The dad said in his American accent. Travelers…

"Follow me please."

The bell rang at the door. More customers.

"Hairminione! Go serve the people coming in, yes!"

"Yes sir!" She handed the menu to the family as she smiled apologetically. The mom and dad grinned back. She was sure a people's person.

"Hello! Welcome to Pizarrio's! How many?"

"Two."

"Right this way."

Bell.

"Hello! Welcome to Pizarrio's! How many?"

"Four."

"Follow me, please!"

Bell.

"Hello! Welcome to Pizarrio's! Party of three?"

"Yes."

"This way, please."

Bell.

"Okay… there are fifty other restaurants on this street. Why are you people coming here?" Hermione cried out as she whirled around to meet her new customer.

"Hello. Welcome to Pizarrio's. How many?" She said in her overly saccharine voice. She just wanted to go back to the back room and cut her wonderful onions.

"It's just me, Hermione."

"Right this way." Hermione started leading her new blonde customer when she stopped.

"D…D…Draco?"

Blonde hair, gray-blue eyes, fit body, wicked grin, perfectly symmetrical nose…

"Who else can it be?"

"DRACO MALFOY!"

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"So you've been in Italy for 3 years just to find me?" Hermione asked Draco who was sitting in front of her like it was all a dream

"Yup." Draco nonchalantly sipped his red wine.

"You came all the way here to this muggle world just for me?"

"Yup."

"Didn't you get my letter that said that I wanted to go away?"

"Exactly."

"It sort of implies I want to be alone."

"Really? Well I didn't take it that way."

"Why… why did you have to follow me here? No… wait. Who told you? No… wait. That's obvious. But Draco, you shouldn't have come here!"

"Why?"

"I-er… I don't want you to be."

"Why?"

"Because… I'll get scared and guilty again."

"Why?"

"Well… oh! That's not funny. I'm serious. Maybe you might have come here all the way from England, but I will not get together with you!"

"Why?"

"Just leave me alone!"

"Hermione- I came here all the way for you."

"I know that, I just can't let history repeat itself."

"Don't dwell on the past, Hermione. That's gone. That's over. We are in the present. WE are the future. Stop thinking of what you could have been and think of who you can be. Get over it now! It's done, it's happened, and it's never going to happen again. You've learned now. You've grown up. Now, use that and come back into the world. We need you."

"That's deep." Hermione said after a long pause.

"I know, I know. I've been preparing that for the longest time now."

"I can sort of tell."

"ANYway… I'm just telling you that you need to just get over it and come back!"

"I know that! I just can't let it happen again."

"It WON'T happen again. And you'll see that once you come back."

"I can't… and I like it here…"

"No you don't. You hate waitressing. You deserve more. You've had seven tough years getting top of your class and now, even Neville Longbottom has a better job than you. This is pathetic. It's so unlike you."

"True…"

"Ginevra wanted you to be so much better. She wanted you to learn from that mistake and not run from it. Think of it as a test. And right now, you're failing. If you go back there and face that test in the eye and conquer that bitch, you can redeem yourself. Or else, you failed. You FAILED! FAILED IT!"

"If you put it that way…"

"Just come back, please? You don't have to get back with me, I promise. Just come back because your class is empty. Your little second years miss you. They love you! You were their hero and idol. You should see those third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh years. They're all depressed and gloomy for now, they have a mean Slytherin teacher."

"Slytherin?"

"Me."

"You? You've GOT to be kidding me!" Hermione broke up into fits of laughter.

"What's wrong with me? I'm plenty smart."

"YOU? SURE YOU ARE…" Hermione grabbed her stomach. "You? Teaching little kids to say Expelliarmus? Puahahahahahaha!"

"Well, for your information, I was top of your class!"

"P-yeah! After you FAILED!"

Draco's eyes turned dim as he started to look down. A swarm of guilt rode over Hermione.

"I'm sorry… I was just… Well… I haven't been humored much these days."

"Its… its all right. I get that a lot."

"How did you get the job anyway? I thought you were off looking for me."

"Me? And waste a perfect opportunity to get hired? No… I'm not that kind of guy you know. I sent over an elf and stupid barn owl to find you. I spent my days getting smartness into those little idiot's puny brains."

"Hypocrite."

Draco glared at her. "You've GOT TO stop doing that."

"Okay okay! I'll come back. Okay? Happy?"

"Well… Okay."

"What am I teaching?"

It was Draco's turn to smile.

"Potions."

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"She's here! Guys! She's here!"

"Who?"

"Professor GRANGER! SHE'S BACK! HELL YESS! YOU LISTEN TO MY PRAYERS WELL, GOD!" Sixteen year old Hufflepuff, John Lied rejoiced along with fifteen of his friends in the Hufflepuff common room.

A similar scene took place in two other common rooms.

Well,

Professor Granger was back!

She had entered in a horseless carriage in the arms of the cruel and evil Professor Malfoy. Boys celebrated, Girls cried, and other professors… well… they were another story. She had her designer Italian sunglasses and pile of books in her arms… as usual, minus the sunglasses part.

"Heckk yess! She's back! OHHHH HECKK YESSSS!"

The boys jumped up and down clapping and screaming.

From Dumbledore's office, a red Draco and a chuckling Hermione viewed the scene from Dumbledore's magical mirror. It was spying yes, but she knew Dumbledore used it for useful purposes… hopefully.

"Wow… I didn't know they liked me that much!"

"Actually, Miss Granger, I think it is your appearance that they are excited about… I mean, the girls in their grade are getting a bit boring now… If you know what I mean." Dumbledore winked. Draco groaned.

"Huh?"

"It means that they think you're hot. Get a grip now." Draco spat.

"Wait- does that mean…"

"Yeah, it does. That's the only reason why they actually listen to you in class, smart one."

"Why…that's so sweet! Why couldn't you have been like that, Draco?"

"Wh-What! That- that is totally not true! I WAS THE ONE who went all the way to Italy to look for you when they sat their asses on their little chairs going on with their daily schedule of life!"

"Actually, you didn't come to Italy. You sent a house elf and owl."

"Same thing."

"Nuh-uh."

"Uh-huh"

"Nuh-uh"

"Uh-huh."

"Would you two like to see Ginevra Weasley?"

"Nuh- HUH?" Hermione turned sharply at Dumbledore.

"She-er- left this for me before she left. Apparently, she's one smart woman."

Hermione leaned across the wide desk to face Dumbledore in the eye.

"Show. Me."

Dumbledore smiled and tapped the mirror with his wand. There was a small blur and then the view of Dumbledore's office came into place. Ginny appeared in the chair that Hermione was now sitting in.

"Hi, Dumbledore, Draco, Hermione. You might wonder… I thought she was 'gone!' Or, maybe Draco and Hermione are wondering- How would she know we're here?"

"Well, here's your answer. I'm not dead. What kind of noble catholic would commit suicide? I mean, come on. Lighten up a little. However, I was really depressed and distraught for the longest time and I did contemplate suicide, bless me. So don't think me as some snorty worty liar."

"You see, my anger and grief is indescribable. I still wake up in the middle of the night and hold a knife to my arm. But, I don't touch my skin with that sharp utensil. I tried to describe it the best I can in that letter I gave y'all. You've never felt it, but if you ever do, it's incomprehensible and the worst thing you can ever feel. It comes from the deepest of your gut where you run on the last drops of adrenaline you can muster up."

"I want you to understand that I did not write that letter to bring out the chaos in y'all. I wrote that letter to unleash chaos within myself. Inside, step by step, every feeling of that gutty emotion filled me up and it came to a point where I had to talk in some way. I knew what it would do. I knew precisely what it would do to everyone and everything. I knew that Hermione would disobey me and leave her position and everything and go hide away in Italy. I knew Draco would be taken out of school and given a job while he sent some poor brainwashed slave to go find the love of his life. And then, I knew my dear Professor Dumbledore would sit in his office grinning his face off at all the little, or big mind you, secrets that he contained within his aging body."

"And then, you guys must be really confused about the whole scene that Harry caught me in and so on and so forth. I nicked that bottle from the Whomping Willow- surprising yes- and filled it with butter beer. Then, with the magic of the Marauder's map, at the moment that Harry barged it, I got ready for the real thing. The last thing I wanted before I left everyone was to be kissed and to be told the truth. Harry doesn't love me and I know that. I only wanted him to admit it, and he did, in a way. I took my gulps of butter beer, left another secret note to Harry, and then fled. I left."

"Now, since I know Draco would have his wonderful methods of finding people, you guys can find me in a snap. But don't. Don't even try to come where I'm at. Once you guys come, the memories, anger, and that rush of panic will sweep me away again and I'm positive about that. Hermione, I know you went against my wishes, but please listen to me for once this time. I'm somewhere where I'm finally happy and safe. So please leave me alone. Tell Harry, Ron, Mum, or Dad about this. They already know. Only you two- Hermione and Draco- have been too wrapped up in the past that you guys didn't know the real truth."

"That your love for each other is true. I see it. I feel it. I know it. That even though I gave you all the b.s. about how friendship was more important than a lustful love, the relation between you two is too great to fall into that rule. You two are best friends, lovers, and soulmates. And that- my dears- is the most beautiful thing on the face of the planet. Keep that for once. Leave some beauty in this world that's falling apart. You guys are my only hope and wish."

With a true and genuine smile, Ginny disappeared into a clear mist in their memories.

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Ginny leaned back in her chair. With a tap of her wand, the mirror reflected her appearance again. She had just viewed the scene of Dumbledore's office. As she guessed, her fortune telling was correct.

Mission accomplished.

Sounds of noise and clatter of knives bustled. It was a busy day.

"Where's the censored mashed potatoes! I want the censored potatoes NOW!"

"Coming coming… Gosh."

"Hey- I have to leave early. I have to meet my future mother-in-law. Could you fill in for me?"

"Yeah. Good luck!" Ginny nodded.

"Thanks."

Bell.

She grabbed an apron and walked out into the happy and clattering restaurant.

Gisela smiled.

"Welcome to Pizarrios!"

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The END! That felt soooo good. I don't care if it was bad or not. It's OVER! WHEW! I ALMOST FORGOT WHAT THIS FEELING WAS! HAHA.

GASP GASP! SURPRISE ENDING, EH? I WARNED YOU! GINNY WAS ALIVE THE WHOLE TIME AND WORKING BESIDES HERMIONE THE WHOLE TIME AS WELL!

AND IF YOU GUYS READ THIS STORY FOR THE REAL MEANING OF IT, YOU GUYS WOULD HAVE CLEARLY CAUGHT ME THEME. HEHE.

HOPE YOU LIKED THE FINAL EPISODE TO "WE LOVE YOU, PROFESSOR GRANGER"

TOODLES!- YOUNGWRITER56