AN: This story can go two ways: I've decided to post it this way first, and this is the last chapter of Running Away.... Now I'm making this one Running Away 1 and the other one will be posted under Running Away 2. The beginning is the same way, but that's all right, I guess. The other one is longer than three chapters, but ends with Running Away 2. I have no clue what I'll be calling the third part to it, though. I'm really falling behind, aren't I? Hmn... maybe I need a break! I dunno, though. We'll see, I guess. Next chapter is a response to what reviews I've gotten before next Thursday. Thanks! Niahiem 3
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"Hello, Madame Rosmerta," said a very familiar voice. At this quite, erm, 'lovely' voice, the Harry in James decided to tense up, but luckily not visibly.
"Hello, Hermione, dear," she replied. Yup, he thought, I got the right voice. Next thing he knew, Hermione and Madame Rosmerta were helping him up off of the floor.
"Oh, sorry 'bout that," he said, blushing. He was mentally hitting himself for two reasons: one, for falling off the chair, and two, for blushing. He thought that those two were dead give-a-ways.
Now where have I seen that before? thought Hermione.
"It's no problem, dear," said Madame Rosmerta. "I don't believe that we've met before. I'm Rosmerta and this here is Hermione."
"Nice to meet you," he said, shaking both of their hands in turn. "James," he added before either of them could ask.
"What a pleasure to met you, too, James. Isn't it, Hermione?"
"What? Oh, yes," she said, getting an elbow in the ribs from Madame Rosmerta, "Sorry, blanked out there. Have we met before? Something about you seems very familiar to me."
"Nope. Unless, that is, you travel to and from muggle London. I hear that Harry Potter is missing," he said, changing the subject.
Hermione's face visibly went into a frown. "Yes," she said.
James frowned in return. "Were you and Harry close?"
"Close?" said Madame Rosmerta, "Where one was, you could always find the other was. I'm surprised that Harry wasn't dating her. It was so obvious! They flirted like there was no tomorrow."
At this, Hermione started to sob. Madame Rosmerta came around to comfort her. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"He confessed. Before he- disappeared, he told me that the girl he fancied for the whole time had been me! I feel so bad because we got into an argument before-before-I didn't believe when he said that she wasn't home, I brought up being serious, I did everything wrong! I could have stopped him from leaving! Oh my god!" she sobbed, barley taking a breath. (AN: Hmm... it seems that Hermione hasn't told them that he didn't disappear, but ran away... wonder what that'll do.)
"Oh my," was all that Madame Rosmerta could manage, so James took over, taking Hermione out and down the road.
"It's all right, Hermione. It will be all right. I'm almost positive that wherever he is, he's thinking about you. He could never forget you, especially if he loves you. It's just something that you can't forget easily, no matter how hard you try. Trust me, I know," said James, and he was speaking the truth- he couldn't stop thinking about Hermione... well, the Harry in him couldn't.
Hermione wiped away the tears. "What do you know?" she snapped, "You didn't loose the one you loved!"
"You're right; I didn't loose my love, I left her. Right now, she's probably crying her head off of yelling and taking her anger out on someone else."
"I'm sorry," she said, bowing her head and taking a seat on a bench, "but may I ask why you left her if you loved her?"
"It's complicated," he said, sitting down next to Hermione, putting his arm around her shoulders, but saw her frown, "But I'll try to explain. My girlfriend wasn't exactly my girlfriend, but we were really close, always flirted, and hung out together. Everybody said that I should ask her out, but I was afraid. I just came from the states, but before I moved here, we went to a movie, coming back to an empty house and talked. We did that a lot. Then it slipped that I liked her. I was so terrified that I ran. I haven't seen her since, but that doesn't stop me from thinking about her constantly. I love and miss her so much."
"So why don't you go back to her?"
"It's not that easy, though I wish it would be. I told her that I loved her for a very long time, but I'm not sure how she feels for me. I also just upped and left her. I don't think that she'd ever be able to forgive me for that. I didn't explain anything to her at all... I just upped and left. God I feel so bad for doing that. I want her to live a normal life. Back in the states, I'm an author and I travel a lot. I can't make her do that when she has her job and all. She loves her job."
"Why would you think that she wouldn't love you back? If you were that close, there's a ninety-nine point nine percent of a chance that she loves you back."
"Yes, I know. But what if she doesn't?"
"She does. Harry said the same thing, but I found out that I loved him back after it was too la-"she said, stopping only when Hedwig flew down onto her shoulder. "Hedwig!" she exclaimed.
"Who's she?"
"This is Harry's owl!"
"Looks like he sent you something then," he said, pointing to the note attached to her leg. She read:
Dear Hermione,
I know it might be hard for you to understand why I left you, but I really do care about you. I hope you lead a good life, even without me. Oh, by the way, I just stopped by Gringotts not but a half hour ago. I took out some money and splint the rest in two: one to Harry Potter, and the other for Hermione Potter. I hope you don't mind. Here's the key. You know officially have 114,069,503 galleons, 3 sickles, and 24 knuts in the account. I hope you enjoy and don't miss me too much, thought I know that I'll think of you everyday and more.
All my love,
Harry James Potter
"Sounds like her really loves you," said James.
Hermione wiped away the free-falling tears and said, "If he really loved me, he'd come back."
The Harry in James hated to see Hermione like this, so he said, "If he did come back, right now, what would you say to him?"
Hermione looked puzzled but answered anyways; "I'd say that I'm sorry and that I love him. I'll tell him how much I love him and that I'm sorry. I don't think that I'd have the heart to yell at him. I'd just want to go home with him like old times, but preferably as boyfriend and girlfriend. We'd snuggle up on the couch in his flat and watch a movie. Dobby would have hot chocolate ready whenever we wanted it."
By now, Hermione was sobbing into James's chest. James turned back into Harry, hopping what Hermione said was true.
"It's okay, Mione, Harry's back," he said. Hermione didn't even notice being called Mione and said, "Whoever it is you see, isn't him! He just upped and left me. He won't come back."
He quickly pulled Hermione off of him, saying, "I'm sorry, Mione. I'll go now."
"Harry?" she asked quickly. When no response came, she looked up to see her Harry walking down the road: hands in pockets, head bowed. She watched him walk awhile longer before she realized what she'd done by leaving him walk.
"Harry!" she yelled, getting up to run after him. He didn't stop, so she started to run after him. But now Harry was a good while in front of her and the road was packed full of people. She dashed around the people, hoping to catch up to Harry. Soon she saw him turn and she knew where he was going: home. She smiled and continued on home.
AN: and they lived happily ever after. Oops, sorry, they don't live happily ever after for a while. Shall I end it here? Post more? Haha... it all rests in my hands!
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"Hello, Madame Rosmerta," said a very familiar voice. At this quite, erm, 'lovely' voice, the Harry in James decided to tense up, but luckily not visibly.
"Hello, Hermione, dear," she replied. Yup, he thought, I got the right voice. Next thing he knew, Hermione and Madame Rosmerta were helping him up off of the floor.
"Oh, sorry 'bout that," he said, blushing. He was mentally hitting himself for two reasons: one, for falling off the chair, and two, for blushing. He thought that those two were dead give-a-ways.
Now where have I seen that before? thought Hermione.
"It's no problem, dear," said Madame Rosmerta. "I don't believe that we've met before. I'm Rosmerta and this here is Hermione."
"Nice to meet you," he said, shaking both of their hands in turn. "James," he added before either of them could ask.
"What a pleasure to met you, too, James. Isn't it, Hermione?"
"What? Oh, yes," she said, getting an elbow in the ribs from Madame Rosmerta, "Sorry, blanked out there. Have we met before? Something about you seems very familiar to me."
"Nope. Unless, that is, you travel to and from muggle London. I hear that Harry Potter is missing," he said, changing the subject.
Hermione's face visibly went into a frown. "Yes," she said.
James frowned in return. "Were you and Harry close?"
"Close?" said Madame Rosmerta, "Where one was, you could always find the other was. I'm surprised that Harry wasn't dating her. It was so obvious! They flirted like there was no tomorrow."
At this, Hermione started to sob. Madame Rosmerta came around to comfort her. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"He confessed. Before he- disappeared, he told me that the girl he fancied for the whole time had been me! I feel so bad because we got into an argument before-before-I didn't believe when he said that she wasn't home, I brought up being serious, I did everything wrong! I could have stopped him from leaving! Oh my god!" she sobbed, barley taking a breath. (AN: Hmm... it seems that Hermione hasn't told them that he didn't disappear, but ran away... wonder what that'll do.)
"Oh my," was all that Madame Rosmerta could manage, so James took over, taking Hermione out and down the road.
"It's all right, Hermione. It will be all right. I'm almost positive that wherever he is, he's thinking about you. He could never forget you, especially if he loves you. It's just something that you can't forget easily, no matter how hard you try. Trust me, I know," said James, and he was speaking the truth- he couldn't stop thinking about Hermione... well, the Harry in him couldn't.
Hermione wiped away the tears. "What do you know?" she snapped, "You didn't loose the one you loved!"
"You're right; I didn't loose my love, I left her. Right now, she's probably crying her head off of yelling and taking her anger out on someone else."
"I'm sorry," she said, bowing her head and taking a seat on a bench, "but may I ask why you left her if you loved her?"
"It's complicated," he said, sitting down next to Hermione, putting his arm around her shoulders, but saw her frown, "But I'll try to explain. My girlfriend wasn't exactly my girlfriend, but we were really close, always flirted, and hung out together. Everybody said that I should ask her out, but I was afraid. I just came from the states, but before I moved here, we went to a movie, coming back to an empty house and talked. We did that a lot. Then it slipped that I liked her. I was so terrified that I ran. I haven't seen her since, but that doesn't stop me from thinking about her constantly. I love and miss her so much."
"So why don't you go back to her?"
"It's not that easy, though I wish it would be. I told her that I loved her for a very long time, but I'm not sure how she feels for me. I also just upped and left her. I don't think that she'd ever be able to forgive me for that. I didn't explain anything to her at all... I just upped and left. God I feel so bad for doing that. I want her to live a normal life. Back in the states, I'm an author and I travel a lot. I can't make her do that when she has her job and all. She loves her job."
"Why would you think that she wouldn't love you back? If you were that close, there's a ninety-nine point nine percent of a chance that she loves you back."
"Yes, I know. But what if she doesn't?"
"She does. Harry said the same thing, but I found out that I loved him back after it was too la-"she said, stopping only when Hedwig flew down onto her shoulder. "Hedwig!" she exclaimed.
"Who's she?"
"This is Harry's owl!"
"Looks like he sent you something then," he said, pointing to the note attached to her leg. She read:
Dear Hermione,
I know it might be hard for you to understand why I left you, but I really do care about you. I hope you lead a good life, even without me. Oh, by the way, I just stopped by Gringotts not but a half hour ago. I took out some money and splint the rest in two: one to Harry Potter, and the other for Hermione Potter. I hope you don't mind. Here's the key. You know officially have 114,069,503 galleons, 3 sickles, and 24 knuts in the account. I hope you enjoy and don't miss me too much, thought I know that I'll think of you everyday and more.
All my love,
Harry James Potter
"Sounds like her really loves you," said James.
Hermione wiped away the free-falling tears and said, "If he really loved me, he'd come back."
The Harry in James hated to see Hermione like this, so he said, "If he did come back, right now, what would you say to him?"
Hermione looked puzzled but answered anyways; "I'd say that I'm sorry and that I love him. I'll tell him how much I love him and that I'm sorry. I don't think that I'd have the heart to yell at him. I'd just want to go home with him like old times, but preferably as boyfriend and girlfriend. We'd snuggle up on the couch in his flat and watch a movie. Dobby would have hot chocolate ready whenever we wanted it."
By now, Hermione was sobbing into James's chest. James turned back into Harry, hopping what Hermione said was true.
"It's okay, Mione, Harry's back," he said. Hermione didn't even notice being called Mione and said, "Whoever it is you see, isn't him! He just upped and left me. He won't come back."
He quickly pulled Hermione off of him, saying, "I'm sorry, Mione. I'll go now."
"Harry?" she asked quickly. When no response came, she looked up to see her Harry walking down the road: hands in pockets, head bowed. She watched him walk awhile longer before she realized what she'd done by leaving him walk.
"Harry!" she yelled, getting up to run after him. He didn't stop, so she started to run after him. But now Harry was a good while in front of her and the road was packed full of people. She dashed around the people, hoping to catch up to Harry. Soon she saw him turn and she knew where he was going: home. She smiled and continued on home.
AN: and they lived happily ever after. Oops, sorry, they don't live happily ever after for a while. Shall I end it here? Post more? Haha... it all rests in my hands!