Disclaimer: All HP characters don't belong to me. Some sentences are quoted from "Fred and Edie" by Jill Dawson and the movie "Another Life"

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Author's Note: This is probably the last chapter I'm going to write for now. After this I'm going to concentrate on my final year project and I probably won't update until the end of October, but if I'm free enough, I will update... see you guys soon, (hopefully)...

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Chapter 5: A Story

Months ago

Hermione were furious at Ron for chasing Harry out of the Burrow. He even lied to his family when he got back from Hog's Head that it was Harry who decided to move out, because he didn't want to trouble the Weasleys any further.

"Nonsense," said Mrs Weasley. "Harry is like any member of this family. We treat him like our own. Ask him to move back, Ron. It's ridiculous to let him live out there alone…"

"He insisted, Mum, what else could I do?" asked Ron helplessly.

Hermione scowled at Ron while Ron glared back when the rest of the family wasn't looking.

Ginny was upset that Harry left, she was probably hoping that she and Harry would make up someday. However, one thing she didn't know was that Hermione felt worse. She felt like someone had cut a hole in her heart. Hermione kept on thinking about Harry wherever she went and whatever she was doing. There wasn't a day when Hermione didn't think of Harry once.

She missed his kisses on her bare skin, so much that she could almost feel them.

She even dreamed of him countless times while she slept. She dreamed of him smiling at her, touching her, making love to her…

And when Hermione woke up and found Ron snoring beside her, she was disappointed that everything was just a dream.

Hermione felt that she would go crazy if she kept on thinking about Harry. She wished she could find him, but she didn't even know where he was.

It was late, the Flourish and Blotts was dark. Only a few lamps on the counter gave the shop a sort of romantic glow. Hermione was working late and alone in the shop. If she was lucky and the books were not arranged by the next day, she might get to stay overnight in the shop. For Hermione, that was the only way to get away from Ron.

Hermione was placing another pile of books onto a shelf when a loud thunder made her jumped. She dropped her books and looked outside. Heavy raindrops started slapping against the glass windows of the store.

Hermione looked delighted. "Oops, looks like I can't go home tonight," she sang and gathered up the books. She gave a fake sigh and continued her work.

After a while, Hermione sighed again, this time it was real. She wished that Harry was here; he could keep her company…

The bell rang at the entrance as someone came in.

"We are closed for the night," Hermione said with her back facing the customer.

No answer.

Hermione turned and once again, the books dropped out of her hands and fall onto the floor.

Harry was standing in front of her, wet from the rain.

Hermione couldn't believe it, there she was, thinking about Harry and he just appeared out of nowhere. She hoped that she wasn't dreaming again. She put her hands behind her back and started pinching the skin on her hands.

"Hermione, it's me, Harry," Harry said, as if he feared that Hermione wouldn't recognize him.

Hermione bit her lower lip as she felt pain on her hands. She quickly moved them to her sides. Harry reached out slowly and took her hand. Harry's hand warm, but wet from the rain.

Hermione's fingers wrapped around his hand and immediately and Harry pulled his lover into an embrace.

Hermione was totally convinced that this wasn't a dream. She hugged Harry back as tightly as she could.

"I miss you." said Harry softly.

"So do I," said Hermione. "So do I. I miss everything about you…"

Harry kissed Hermione tenderly on the forehead, then on the tip of her nose, and finally, on her lips.

That was what Hermione had longed for. She enjoyed every moment of it and ran her fingers through Harry's wet hair. Still kissing, they kneeled to the floor and Harry pushed Hermione gently against the floor.

Harry and Hermione were lying on the floor, their clothes and books scattered around them. Hermione was leaning against Harry, reading the story of Pyramus and Thisbe from one of Shakespeare's works, A Midsummer Night's Dream.

"And farewell, friends. Thus Thisbe ends. Adieu, adieu, adieu," read Hermione and closed the book. She sighed.

"What's wrong?" asked Harry, stroking her hair with affection.

"I always feel sad reading this," said Hermione. "Poor Pyramus and Thisbe."

"It's only a story," said Harry and kissed Hermione on the forehead in comfort.

"No, it seems real to me," said Hermione softly.

Harry didn't say anything.

"By the way, how did you find me here?"

"I just tried my luck here. I had to find you, because I missed you so much and I needed to find you before I left England," said Harry quietly.

"What?" asked Hermione and she sat up. She turned and stared at Harry. "Leave England? Why?"

Before Harry could say anything, Hermione said, "Is it because of me? Are you leaving England to start a brand new life without me?"

Harry sat up and wrapped his arms around Hermione from behind. "No, no. I'm not going to start a brand new life without you. I'm leaving England because I have a Quidditch match on in Ireland."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

Harry nodded solemnly.

"When?"

"Tomorrow."

"Then that means…" said Hermione slowly. "We will be separated again."

"I afraid so."

"Oh Harry, don't go. We have only been together for such a short time. Tell Oliver that you are sick, you have broken your arm, anything!" said Hermione.

"I can't," said Harry simply. "The team needs me."

"What about me?" asked Hermione. "I need you too."

"So do I," said Harry and sighed. "What are we going to do?"

Silence.

Hermione suddenly smiled. "We can write letters to each other. We have to pretend that we are really speaking to each other, so that we won't feel lonely while we are apart."

Harry grinned. "I got a better idea."

"What?"

"Why don't we kill Ron instead? Then you could come with me."

Hermione looked shocked. "Harry!"

Harry laughed. "I'm joking. We wouldn't kill Ron for real, but we could kill him in our imagination. So how about it? We write letters to each other and pretend to plot murders for him. It's like a story, it won't hurt anyone."

Hermione thought for a while. They were not hurting anyone, so it should be okay…. and kind of fun. She grinned. "All right."

"The story begins now. Harry Potter and Hermione Weasley plans murder for Hermione's husband, Ron Weasley," said Harry and kissed Hermione's bare shoulder.

Hermione giggled, "They plan it over their letters. There are all sort of ideas, poison in his drink…"

"…grounded up glass in his food," whispered Harry in her ear.

"…poison chocolates."

"… or just plain heart attack. Just tell him that I'm having your baby," said Hermione.

Harry didn't laugh. He stared at Hermione. "Really?"

"Of course not. I'm not pregnant," said Hermione, giggling.

"Oh. Well, there's also…um, plant thousands of spiders on his bed, that will scare him to death."

Hermione laughed.

"Oh Harry, Harry, you are evil," said Hermione.

"So are you, Hermione…" said Harry.

Present

Hermione woke up and found herself lying on a bed in her cell. Head throbbing, she tried to remember where happened. Then she remembered: She fainted when she found out that the letters, along with their imaginative story, were going to be used as evidence against their writers.

Hermione sighed. She dreamt about the event when the 'story' first started just now. She and Harry had never thought of killing Ron. But who would believe them when they said that the plotting of the murder was just a part of their imagination?

Hermione thought back of the dream she had. She remembered the ideas that she and Harry had for killing Ron. Poison, grounded up glass…

"Hermione? Hermione, have you awaken yet?" asked Harry's voice anxiously from the next cell.

Hermione got out of her bed and headed to the corner of her cell weakly. "Yes."

"You remember why you fainted?"

"Yes, the letters, Harry, they are going to use them against us!" said Hermione, near to tears. "What are we going to do?"

"They won't believe us if we say that the murder thing is just part of our imagination," said Harry sadly.

"Is that means death sentences for the both of us?" asked Hermione in horror.

"I guess we will have to see what's the Minister's reaction when the letters are being read out." said Harry, sighing.