Heya this was my first fanfic but it has just recently been removed due to some song lyrics I have in the later chapters therefore I have modified it and I am re posting it, slight changes have been made but nothing major to the plot, if you have already read it there is nothing different to what you read before.

Anyway on with the story...

Summery: Ron dies and Harry is giving Hermione the cold shoulder, Why? They don't speak again for 3yrs until Harry accidentally bumps into Hermione at work and some old feelings resurface. H/Hr

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Harry Potter bar my own characters.

I'm sorry if the last post was a longwait after the firstbut i was on holiday in Italy, it is is such a beatiful place, i really recommend it!

24th Aug '05

Time Heals Everything

Midnight Wanderings

The next day passed rather slowly. Hermione had decided to attend lessons rather than be confined in Gryffindor Tower- not that they were learning anything. All theteachers just let them do what they wanted- to an extent of course. Inevitably her Hogwarts life was about to come to an end and a quite remarkable one at that. They had been the best 7 years of her life. And she couldn't quite believe they were over. On the Thursday evening before they left Dumbledore had called a 'leavers assembly' consisting of all the 7th years about to leave. Being Head Girl Hermione sat upon the stage- that was summoned up- with the teachers. Head Boy should have been there however he was still up in his dorm and didn't seem tobe able to even make it for their last ever gathering. Dumbledore stood up to address the congregation that immediately hushed.

"Welcome, to what will be your last Hogwarts assembly. I know you are all eager to leave and start your own way in the world which thankfully now is a safer place. However I must stillcaution you. Danger is always around you and I'm not talking about in the shape or form of Lord Voldemort. Speaking of recent events I know many of you feel the loss of one particular student taken from us this year. Mr Ronald Weasley therefore I would like you all to stand for a minute silence for commemoration." They all stood respectfully.

The rest of the assembly was giving out awards for Quidditch team and similar achievements. Head Boy and Girl were to present the certificates of various achievements however Hermione had to do this alone. When it was over Dumbledore stood again.

"I also believe you area all anticipating your N.E.W.T results. I have them here," in saying so pointed to a table piled high with thick parchment envelopes. He continued. "If Miss Granger will assist me once more I will call out your names and you may come up and collect them."

There were various murmurs of interest and apprehension filled the air.

She stood up once again to accompany Dumbledore to centre stage.

"From Ravenclaw house…" Dumbledore began.

Results were given out there were screams of delight and cries of despair Dumbledore handed Hermione another envelope as she was about to open her own, "For Mr Potter," he murmured, "Mr Weasley's has been forwarded to his parents." She looked up at him and smiled weakly and nodded. She proceeded off the stage to a place with Lavender and Parvati.

"We, that is your former teachers and myself, would like to wish you all the luck in the world and goodbye. Now if you would like to make your way to your dormitories and freshen up, your last Hogwarts dinner with the school will commence shortly."

Everyone stood up to proceed to his or her dormitories. Many of the girls had tears streaming down their face crying, "we're leaving tomorrow", "I can't believe it," even the boys were rather quiet.

"How did you do?" asked Lavender as they proceeded to their dormitories obviously overjoyed with her results.

"I don't know yet, I haven't had chance to open them," replied Hermione.

"Come on then!"

"I-I darent."

"Come on Hermione you were the cleverest witch in the school you won't have done badly."

"Yeah but still you know…"

"Go on."

"Alright alright calm down." With nervous fingers she slipped them under the Hogwarts seal and broke it. Opening the envelope she pulled out the sheaves of parchment. The first sheaf just explained the formalities: Here are your results blah- blah- blah.

"Ignore that one," she heard Parvati say over her shoulder, "it's the next one with the results on."

She turned over tothe second sheaf of parchment and to her joy read that she had passed every exam with top marks. She couldn't believe it, she knew she would do very well but didn't expect to get the top grade for each subject.

"Oh my- no-I cant- I mean. I passed them all with top marks!" Hermione said in astonishment making Lavender and Parvati laugh at her tone.

"Of course you did silly," said Parvati.

They made their way to Gryffindor Common Room, "so how did you two do?" she inquired.

"Well I didn't do as well as you obviously," Parvati smiled, "but I did get top marks in Divination and Astronomy."

"I just generally got the same as Par," replied Lavender.

"Well done," Hermione beamed at her friends.

After dinner the girls were alone in their dorms.

"Well I can't believe this is going to be the last night that we spend in this room. These beds have been so comfortable over the past seven years," Parvati proceed to the bathroom, "and this bathroom mirror has been a life saver because I don't know what I'd do without it, the one in the room is much too small." Hermione and Lavender laughed.

"I know, I can't believe we have been here seven years. I can remember starting in first year and being so scared," said Lavender.

"Yeah me too," replied Hermione.

"Do you remember when…" the girls stayed up late into the night reminiscing about the happy times in Hogwarts.

Hermione started awake from the rain pounding outside and the thunder rumbling threatening in the distance. Unable to get back to sleep she sat up in bed contemplating grabbing a book from her bag to try and relax and go back to sleep. She reached over the side of her bed for her bag. Upon opening it an envelope caught her eye. Harry's results. Of course she had forgotten to give them to him. I wonder how he did. Hermione twirled the envelope round in her hands. It wouldn't hurt to have a look would it? I mean if I reseal the envelope after he would never know, it's not like he's going to tell me is it? She paused briefly before she tugged at the seal enclosing the results. The first sheet, as was hers, were the formalities however she actually read them this time. The letter ended with inquiring if Harry would like to attend Quiddtich trials for the Phoenix's after Hogwarts oh my she smiled he'll love that. She silently rummaged in her packed trunk and finally pulled out her own letter. Surely she the Head Girl of Hogwarts brightest pupil in the school would have an offer for somewhere. Sure enough at the bottom of the letter in loopy writing was an inquiry for her to join the Ministry. She smiled in delight then returned to Harry's results. Top in DADA, abysmal in divination- figures though. Impressed and proud of Harry's results she quickly muttered a resealing spell and tiptoed out of her room. On entering the boy's dorm she slipped over to Harry's bed. At least he's able to sleep peacefully she thought as his chest rose and fell periodically. Gently Hermione sat on his bed, the parchment envelope clutched in her hand. She rested her head on his chest and looked up into his sleeping face. How old he seemed. The toll of the war had taken an ageing effect on Harry, he had bags under his eyes far beyond his 17 years and his face seemed to be contorted into a constant frown. The glimmer of youth he once possessed was extinguished.

"I'll always be here for you," she whispered, "when you're ready however long it takes I'll be here, I don't care how far you try and push me away I'll always come back. Just give me a call." She lifted her head a single tear slowly forming. Leaning in she brushed her lips against his before pulling back. "I... I'll miss you."

Quietly she placed the parchment under his glasses on his bedside table before rising and leaving the room. Little did she know that the boy in the bed was very much awake and what she had just said shot a sharp pain through his heart.

All three Gryffindor girls had awoken later than usual due to their midnight chat and (Hermione's midnight wandering) but it didn't matter. Breakfast was always served a little later on the last day. It was a rather subdued affair with the seventh years. Funny I never noticed the previous years to be like this thought Hermione.

On the train Hermione, Parvati and Lavender made their way down the aisle looking for an empty compartment. Hermione stopped at one where Harry was sat alone. He must have felt her presence because he turned around. He motioned for her to move on.

The girlswere sat in a compartment in the middle of the train andit wasn't long before Seamus, Neville and Dean joined the trio. As the train began to move Hogwarts began to diminish in size and as they travelled further and further away it was soon out of sight. Tears filled up in Hermione's eyes and a couple of teardrops rolled down her face. She turned to Lavender and Parvati only to see the exact same emotions showing on their faces.

"Well that's it," said Hermione and a few fresh tears leaking from her eyes.

July

"What about that?"

"Erm… no, thanks anyway mum but I think he's already got it."

"You said he likes Quidditch."

"Yeah but he's already got 'Quidditch Through The Ages' and 'Volume II Modern Quidditch for the Modern Player, anyway he's not the book type."

Hermione was with her mum in Diagon Alley trying to help her choose a birthday present for Harry's 18th. However it was proving quite a problem.

"Tell you what, we've been searching all morning so why don't we take a break at this great ice cream parlour I know, they have the most wonderful flavours imaginable," asked Hermione.

Willingly her mum agreed.

"So how is Harry, you've barely spoken about him since you left Hogwarts?" Asked her mother.

"Oh…erm…fine…yeah I received an owl from him last week," Hermione lied.

Anymore questions postponed were by a smiley-faced waitress coming for their orders.

In truth she hadn't received an owl off Harry, she hadn't received word from him since Hogwarts. She had recounted the tragic events of last year to her mother however failed to mention she wasn't talking to Harry. There had been a memorial service held at The Burrow for Ron which she had attended with her parents however no one noticed the beautifully choreographed movements in which Harry and Hermione seemed to move in, hence they were not in a room together for more than 30 seconds. She did not dare to approach him as she didn't want to make a scene at her best friends' service. It had been beautiful...

The arrival of the ice creams stopped her train of thought.

"If we don't find anything we could always come back another day," suggested her mum.

"No, I want to get it done today, so that's one less thing on my mind." August 9th was approaching fast as it was her Ministry interview.

"Nothing wrong with being a little disorganised," Hermione gave her mother a look as if to say: your- telling- me- Hermione- Granger-to- be- disorganised- yeah- right!

As they were leaving something in a nearby shop caught Hermione's eye and she stopped to look in the window. On a red velvet cushion was a bludger sizedsnitch. Thegolden ball had been opened showing inside the two halves. Curiously Hermione peered in and found each half to have a photograph frame in it. She glanced at one of the posters in the shop. 'Photo frames for all photo types,' it read, 'birthdays, holidays, Hogwarts days, Quidditch matches...'

Perfect she smiled.