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Hermione clutched onto the armrest of her seat telling herself don't look out the window. Her and were on the plane going back to San Francisco to gather their stuff. Ever since the day before, when Kristina had told Hermione the plans, Hermione had been giving Kristina the silent treatment. It wasn't as if she didn't want to live in London, it's just who would also be living there.

"Hmmm, I wonder why plane's give out peanuts. A lot of people are allergic to them," Kristina said randomly, obviously trying to strike up a conversation. She couldn't stand the silence.

Hermione pretending not to hear her lame attempt looked the opposing way. Big mistake on her part. Since Kristina a bad case of a motion sickness, Hermione had to be the one to sit next to the window. Everything would have been fine if she wasn't terrified of heights. After seeing (or rather, not seeing) the ground, Hermione immediately turned her head forward, avoiding both Kristina and the window.

The brunette knew Kristina was up to something, but she couldn't figure out what it was. Sure, Kristina might not have been the brightest crayon in the box at times, but she did have her shining moments. And last time Hermione had doubted her, they ended up winning a contest and flying to London to meet 'The Great Harry Potter' she thought sarcastically.

'What's so great about him? He's selfish, thick, usually late, doesn't think of anyone else, reckless, idiotic, goofy, sweet, caring, handsome…' Hermione sighed. 'And that's why I love him.' But then her thoughts brought her back to the brunch and Jessica and some…unpleasant thoughts came to mind.

Kristina felt sorry for Hermione. Something similar like this happened to her when she was 15. She had made the mistake of falling for Thomas Avery, only to have her heart broken. 'I guess I wasn't good enough, so he had to run off with Ms. New Boobs' she thought bitterly. The rest of the plane flight was silent, each girl in their own thoughts.

"Hermione, you're going to have to start talking to me sometime ya know!" Kristina said loudly, tired of the silent treatment. "It's not that bad"

"Not that bad! We're moving to another country! And on short notice. I believe in taking risks, but not something… psycho like this!"

"It's not psycho! Just not as organized as you would like it to be." And with that, Hermione huffed into her room and slammed the door.

"Sure, I'm be logical…but a raccoon is more logical than this!" she muttered as she began get old boxes from her closet from when she moved in. As Hermione packed her stuff, she came across old knick-knacks. Such as shoes with out their pair, old hair combs, batteries, and even little McDonald toys. 'How on earth did I get those?' she mentally wondered, throwing them all in her trash bin.

It wasn't until she came to the very back of her closet when she discovered a dusty old box. It had been very messily labeled 'Hogwarts Stuff'. Curious, Hermione picked it up and set it on her now bare mattress. She opened it up and was surprised at what she found. She found her collection of chocolate frog cards, her old cauldron, her third year potions book, and Crookshanks' old cat toys. Thinking she was done with the box, she tossed it to the ground. But instead of a silent thud, she heard a little 'clink' come from inside it. Picking the box up once more, she found a gold necklace with a locket connected to it. Like a vision, she remembered where it came from.

Hermione! Get up! It's CHRISTMAS!" and excited, 16-year-old Ginny Weasley shouted as she started shaking 17-year-old Hermione Granger from her slumber. Ginny groaned when Hermione didn't even stir. "Why is it on school day you wake up at the crack of dawn, but on holidays you're like a bear in hibernation?"

"Because it's a holiday, and I plan to make full use of it" a muffled voice came from the pillow.

"Sleeping and studying don't count" Ginny said sternly as she once again tried shaking her. After another failed attempt, Ginny came up with an idea. "I don't see why you're going to want to miss this. Harry's going to ask Lavender to marry him…."

Hermione's head shot up like a rocket. "WHAT? Didn't they break up? Why so sudden? When did you find out? Did she tell you? I'm her roommate and I never heard a thing! Why would he do something as foolish as that?"

"Because he's not going to and I finally got you up" the red head said smugly. Hermione gave her a death glare.

"Ha ha, very funny. Let me just put a robe on and I'll be downstairs in a little bit" it took 10 minutes after Ginny left for Hermione to get up and actually put a bathrobe on. She walked downstairs to be greeted with the pleasant smell of what can only be Christmas. Ron and Harry were already by the tree, wearing Mrs. Weasley's annual holiday sweater. Whereas Ginny was sitting by the fireplace.

"Hermione! Over here!" Ginny waved over. Hermione looked over at Harry and Ron, who were busy playing Wizard's Chess. Shrugging, she went over and joined Ginny.

"Your presents are right there," Ginny said when Hermione was close enough, pointing to a pile of presents. The older girl sat down and started to open them. Like Harry and Ron, Mrs. Weasley had made her a sweater. Ron had gotten her a diary ('How odd' she thought). Ginny had given her a book on Cosmetics ("It combines both our worlds!" Ginny had said). And her parents sent her more of her favorite muggle shampoo ('Wow that's lame' she thought). But then she finally came to the bottom of her pile, and there was no gift from Harry.

'Could he have forgotten?' Hermione asked herself, slightly panicked. Before she could continue her thoughts, Ginny spoke up.

"I'm going to go down and get breakfast now" as she got up to leave, Ron did too. "Yeah me too. I'm starving!"

"When are you not starving?" Ginny asked as the two of them finally exited the port hole. All that was left in the Common Room was Harry and Hermione, and it was quite awkward.

"Thanks for the books" Harry said, trying to make a conversation.

"No problem" was all Hermione said, obviously still disappointed in not getting anything from him.

"I…um…actually got you something, but I wanted to give it to you in private"he said as if he were reading her mind. At this, the curious witch's head rose up to look at him. He shakily took the parcel out of his robe pocket and handed it to her.

She unwrapped carefully, as if it would break. When it was thoroughly unwrapped, there stood a narrow velvet box. Hermione opened the box and appeared a beautiful gold necklace with a heart locket. Opening the heart locket, she saw muggle pictures of her, Harry, and Ron on one side, and just her and Harry on the other the other.

Tears welled up in her eyes. Harry's eyes widened and her started talked "Oh, um, if you don't like it I can easily return it! Or you can return it and get the money—" He never got to finish his sentence because Hermione threw her arms up and around him, almost clinging on as if he was her life support.

"I love it" she whispered, only so he could barely hear. "It's the best Christmas present I've ever gotten."

"Merry Christmas 'Mione" Harry whispered back.

"Merry Christmas Harry"

"Hermione! Are you almost done in there? I'm hungry and you cook better than me!" Kristina said, coming through the door. When she saw Hermione in tears she rushed over immediately. "Hermione! Are you okay? Why are you crying?"

Hermione sniffed and wiped away the tears. "It's nothing. Really. Don't worry about me, I'll be out in a little bit to make us some macaroni and cheese."

"What's that?" Kristina asked, looking intently at the locket. She carefully took it from Hermione's hands and opened it up. She made an "o" face and went to hug Hermione. "It'll be okay. Everything will work out." But then Hermione pushed away.

"Hey, I'm still mad at you. And you can make your own grilled cheese. I'm going to order Chinese" Hermione said curtly and scurried out of the room.

"It's macaroni and cheese!" Kristina yelled at her retreating back.

Harry Potter laid on his bed in his two room apartment. Usually on Monday's after, he would play a game of Quidditch with the Weasley men, but he didn't feel up to it. He had hoped Ginny would make up an excuse for him. But why couldn't he play Quidditch? He could always play it. It was his favorite thing other than the Sunday Brunch.

'Face it, it was because of your feelings for Hermione' his conscience started saying.

'Huh? What? I can't have feelings for her!' Harry tried to counter, but not too sure himself.

'And why not?'

'Because…I haven't seen her in five years! And anyways, she made it clear before she left she didn't want to see me again'

'Well…let's try this and see if it gets through your thick head. How did you feel when she left?'

Harry took a minute to think. 'It's hard to explain. I felt kinda…lonely. Like something was missing from my life.'

'And how did you feel when you saw her again?'

'Like…I was myself again. But I was scared too. I couldn't let people know I was scared…so I brought Jessica with me'

'Now we're getting somewhere! And what were you scared of?'

'I was scared of hurting her like at graduation' Harry's eyes widened in sudden realization and he shot up from his bed. 'I'm in love with her! Oh my bloody God, I'm in love with her!'

'Yes! Now what are you going to do?'

"Talk to her!" He shouted out loud running for the door. After jumping in his car, he started driving to the hotel he knew Hermione was staying at. He skidded turning into the parking lot, earning a few looks from some elders walking by.

Harry quickly got out of his car, dashed into the hotel and up to the front desk. "What's Hermione Granger's room number please?"

The clerk at the desk looked up. "I'm sorry sir, but that classified information. Anyways, by the account on the computer, she checked out three hours ago."

"What?" how could he forget she was leaving on Monday?

A/n: Dun dun dun. Well, that's where I'm gonna leave ya! I think there's only going to be like...maybe one or two more chapters. I don't want this story to be one of those run along ones where they keep going and going without a point! Hmm...so ya. Til next week!

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