Harry wouldn't talk for a while until Hermione said, again, "I'm going to go set up the floo so you can talk to her, Harry, and you're not going to stop me."

"She's not HOME!" screamed Harry, finally snapping out of it.

"And how exactly do you know this?" she screamed back.

"Because she's standing right in front of me!" he screamed, noticing only after it was too late. He then ran- ran for his life- forgetting about magic and leaving a perfectly shocked Hermione behind.

Harry…

He ran. He just flat out ran.

Running was something that he had become good at. He was proud of it, too. It was his comfort: running away from someone or some sort of situation that he didn't like, when he was threatened.

The rhythm of his shoes hitting the pavement over and over soon became relaxing to him. That's what he really needed now: relaxation. He ran mornings when Hermione wasn't there, just to calm himself down.  He ran for comfort, and he ran for fear.

He, Harry Potter, had just told the biggest secret that he had kept hidden from the entire world for eight years.

He ran. He ran and he thought. He ran, thought, and soon passed very familiar territory. He had ran from his flat, passed the house he stayed at in Surry, and down to the bench across from the park where he had ran away in his third year… where he had first seen Sirius. He had run far.

He checked his watch. 11:30. He had run for over an hour straight. A second later, he found his drivers license, both Muggle and wizarding money, and coat in hand, along with his wand. The coat went on quickly - the cold had just gotten to him.

He walked half a mile more to a local hotel. Lucky for him, he was able to get a room and pay it in full.  Checkout wasn't even until eleven am. Enough time to sleep and think.

As Harry was walking into his room that he was shown to by the clerk he thought  he had gotten a really strange look. Then he noticed that he was still in his clothes from the wedding. He waved his hand, putting himself in a pair of boxers and a plain shirt to match.

He strode over to the door leading to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face. He still could believe that he had told: he'd never be able to face her again!

He'd never be able to face her again. Now, there's a solution, he thought. It was settled. How, he didn't know, but he had an idea…

Hermione…

She was shocked. He had run. He had run- away from her; away from the woman he supposedly loved since his sixth year in Hogwarts. Her mind was racing.

Her first thought: why? Why would he run from his love?

Her second: how? How could he run from his love?

Her third: recollection. He had run away from her in their sixth year… so why not now?

Her fourth: fear. What had Harry done when he ran away before? She had a feeling that she knew what he did, but he never mentioned it and that's not something that you just ask out in the open: "Hey, Harry! When you ran away from me in our sixth year, did you do something stupid? Like cutting yourself or trying to commit suicide like the rumors say you did?"

Her fifth: well, she wasn't sure, really. Did she love him? He had just admitted to it… but she still didn't know if she loved him. Yes, when she was around him, she felt… whole, complete… like how you would want to feel when you were with someone for the rest of your life. Harry made her feel like she was actually someone special. Yes, when people said 'this way, Mr. Potter, Mrs. Potter,' she had blushed and liked the sound of that… but was it really love? To be honest, she really hadn't thought about these feelings before…

Her sixth and final: Yes. But now, she needed to find him: where would he run? To whom would he run? Would he run to anybody? What will he do?! She added franticly.

Too bad for Hermione that Harry already had an escape plan; he was far too good at escaping by now. He also had his mind made up, and recently, when he made up his mind, there was no stopping him.

But just because Harry Potter had up and completely left the wizarding world didn't mean that Hermione Granger, the most clever witch of her age, wouldn't be able to find him.

Harry's smart, she thought, he wouldn't do anything like that…would he?