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Chapter 15: 22nd January 2003

Dear Diary,

I woke up this morning at 10am. And there was no sight of Harry anywhere in the room. The other side of the bed didn't look like as if someone had slept on it.

Obviously, Harry wasn't back yet.

I felt like hell, Diary. Where could Harry be? At that moment, I had a terrible thought that he might had gone back to England without me. Maybe he came while I slept last night and took away all his belongings.

Immediately, I got out of the bed and ran to the wardrobe. I yanked it open and found that all of our clothes were still there. Then I went to the bathroom. Harry's razor, shaving cream and toothbrush were lying on their places untouched.

I stared at Harry's shaving cream and thought of the day before yesterday. We were having so much fun with it….

You probably wondering what were I thinking, acting like Harry was dead….

Well, I DID feel like Harry had died. I felt so empty and lonely without him.

I went back to our bed and flopped down on it. I stared at the ceiling for a long while before I decided to go down to the lobby and asked the lady whether she had seen Harry.

So I went to the bathroom and when I caught sight of myself in the mirror, I gasped in horror. I was a mess. My hair was tousled, my eyes were red from crying and I looked sleepy. Quickly, I grabbed my hairbrush and brushed my hair until it was neat. Then I washed up and changed my clothes.

There, I looked better. But my eyes were still red. I couldn't do anything about them.

Sighing, I went out of the bathroom.

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"I'm sorry, Mrs Evans, but I haven't seen your husband today." said the lady behind the counter at the lobby.

"Oh. Thank you." I said quietly.

"Are you all right?" asked the lady in concern.

I nodded slightly and turned to leave the counter.

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I went to the beach and there was already a lot of people sunbathing and playing there. I looked around the place carefully, hoping that I could find Harry there.

But he wasn't there.

Depressed, I went to the waters and walked across the beach listlessly, kicking the sand tiredly and let the waves to wash across my feet. Then I went to the dry sand and just sat there. As I watched couples walking past me hand-in-hand and whispering sweet nothings to each other, I felt pangs of sadness in me.

Harry and I often did those. Not only that, he would also kiss my hand when he got the chance to.

Suddenly, I drew my knees to myself and wept.

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I went back to my hotel room 2 hours later and found that it was still empty. The feeling of loneliness was so great that I yelled to no one in particular, "HARRY POTTER, WILL YOU PLEASE COME BACK!"

I was wondering what the hell I did to deserve this. I came here to relax, not to quarrel (well, if you could count the incident last night as quarrelling) with my lover.

I was preparing to lie down on the bed and had a good cry when someone knocked the door.

"Room service!" called the bellboy.

Sniffling, I wiped the tears away from my eyes and went to open the door. The bellboy was there with a sealed box and an envelope in his hands.

"I didn't call for room service." I said quietly, my voice sounded funny.

"You didn't," said the bellboy. "Someone asks me to give these to you."

The bellboy handed me the box and the envelope.

"Thanks." I said and smiled weakly.

The bellboy smiled back and left. I closed the door, looked at the square box and put it on the table along with the envelope. I stared at them, wondered which one was to be opened first.

Finally, I decided to open the box. I unsealed it and…. oh my God.

In it, was the thing that I had been thinking about throughout yesterday!

I lifted out the pot of roses and admired the roses' beautiful colours and their sliver glitters. I looked closer and found out that they gave off a lovely fragrance as well.

I put the pot down and smiled slightly. There's only one man who knew about these roses….. I picked up the envelope, opened it and found a card inside.

On the cover, there was a picture of a puppy with huge teary eyes, and the words "I'm Sorry" above it.

I unfolded the card.

Dearest Hermione,

I'm so sorry for what happened yesterday. I didn't mean to slap you, really. You were hysterical and I needed to find a way to stop that. I'm truly apologetic about it.

Here's the pot of roses that I know that you really like. I bought it for you as an apology. I waited until 11am this morning just for the shop to be opened. The shop owner looked at me as if I was mental when he saw me sitting outside the shop.

Please forgive me for telling my boss where I am. I have to, mainly because he won't let me leave unless I tell him exactly where I will be.

Once again, I beg for your forgiveness and if you do forgive me, please open the door.

Harry

"Open the door…." I muttered slowly. "That means……"

Knock knock knock

I threw the envelope aside and ran to the door, nearly tripped as I went. I opened the door and found Harry standing outside. Before I could do anything, Harry came in and closed the door behind him.

For a moment, we just stood there without a word. Then I broke the silence with my sobs.

"Hermione….." began Harry. He looked rather uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, I have been to the….."

I refused to hear any more of his explanations. Crying, I pulled him towards me and I hugged him as tightly as I could. Harry put his arms around me silently and he kissed my hair.

We remained like that for a long while before we released each other. Harry wiped away my tears gently with his fingers and kissed me tenderly on the forehead, then on the nose, and finally on the lips.

All of my sadness disappeared and was replaced with pure happiness. I kissed him back with all the passion I possessed.

Harry is back.

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I decided to give in to Harry's job and go back to England with him. Besides, Harry could still see me anytime when he wants to when we are back to England, I mean, once we are back, I will be struck in my house again.

So we booked for two tickets for the ship Atlantis and it was due to leave in the evening. We spent the whole day indoors, doing our own stuff. And when evening came, we went to the counter to check out.

"So Mr Evans, where have you been?" asked the lady at the counter.

"What do you mean?" asked Harry.

"Your wife asked me about you this morning and she looked upset." said the lady.

Harry looked at me guiltily and I just smiled at him slightly and held his hand. Harry smiled back and said to the lady, "Just…. somewhere. Anyway, my wife and I are okay now."

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We got to the port at 6.30pm and the ship left at 6.45pm. I leaned on the ship's rail and watched South Beach as the ship slowly pulled herself away from the dock. I wanted to see South Beach until it was out of my sight.

As I watched the place silently, someone wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.

"What are you doing?" whispered Harry as he put his head on my shoulder.

"Just want to see Miami for the last time." I said and placed my arms onto his.

Silence.

"I'm so sorry that we have to cancel the rest of our vacation." said Harry quietly.

"It's all right." I said, smiling. "You know what? When you left me yesterday, I felt so lonely and empty. I realised that I couldn't bear to have you leave me. In fact, I only feel safe and loved when you are around me. So if you must go back to England, I couldn't stay here as well."

It's like I have drunk Veritaserum, I just said everything from my heart.

"You are the man that I truly love, Harry Potter. Where you go, I go."

Harry lifted his head and I looked at him. He was smiling at me. But he had a bit of sadness in his eyes.

"Harry, are you all right? You looked upset." I asked in concern.

Harry blinked and the sadness was gone. Instead it was replaced by love. "N-nothing." he whispered and he hugged me lovingly.

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I don't know what the sadness in Harry's eyes meant. Is there something bothering him? Has something awful happened in his work or his health?

I have absolutely no idea.

I have decided not to bother Harry about that. We are happy now and that's what important.

It's late, I better get to bed, Harry is waiting for me.

Good night.

Hermione

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"So what do you think the sadness in Harry's eyes meant?" asked Angelina to Fred.

"I dunno."

"Oh!" cried Ginny suddenly and everyone looked at her.

Ginny smiled nervously. "I, um, err, hit my foot on the leg of the table."

George narrowed his eyes at his sister. "Really?"

"Really." said Ginny impatiently and nudged her husband. "Neville, may I have a word with you?"

"Why?" asked Neville, confused.

Ginny just looked at him.

"All right, if you want to…." said Neville slowly and he got up.

"I want to read next." said Alicia and Neville passed the diary to her.

"You guys carry on without us." said Ginny and they went out to the garden.

"The next entry is not R-rated, is it?" asked George.

Alicia took a glance at the next entry. "No."

"Then why those two went out for?" asked George, loud enough for the Longbottoms to hear.

He didn't get any reply.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to read the next entry." said Alicia.

"George, pay attention." said Fred.

"Okay, okay...."