Story: Where Are You Now
Author: J.E.A.R.K.Potter (Jackie)
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: See chapter 1...
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Chapter 2
The Party
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(Seven years ago; Hogwarts Graduation Party)

"Hermione!" Ron called. He had his arms wrapped around Luna Lovegood's torso as she drank a bottle of Firewhiskey.

Hermione looked over at Ron. She had been searching for Harry for over an hour, still having no luck at finding him. "You seen him yet, Ron?" she asked.

"Nope. Seamus and Dean are dancing around with the Patil twins. They're looking around the dance floor for him. Each time they pass by here, they've had no luck," Ron said.

"I'm going to go and search the corridors, then. Where the bloody hell is he?" Hermione sighed as she walked out to look in the corridors.

"Harry... HARRY!" she called.

A few of the portraits laughed at Hermione. One little old lady even said she was sorry. This worried Hermione, until she heard something fall from a nearby broom closet. Quietly, she flung open the door.

There, pushed up against a wall, were Harry and Ginny. Ginny was straddling him, her fingers messing up his hair even more. Her shirt was flung across a broom, her knickers slowly making their way off, and the skirt she wore was barely visible because one of Harry's arms were wrapped around her torso. Harry had on no short, no pants, with his manhood working its own way out of his boxers. His other hand was trying to take off Ginny's bra.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" Hermione screamed through tears.

Harry looked around, wondering where the noise had come from. "Her--- Mione?" he slurred out.

"Yes, you damn prat! How... How could you?" she sobbed.

"Do what?" both drunk people asked.

Hermione just shook her head, tears falling from her eyes as she stomped out. She went up to the tower and grabbed her trunk. After she got that, she went to Hogmeade's and apparated out of the wizardry world. No one noticed the blood shot eyes...

(Next Day)

"Harry, where's Hermione?" Ron asked.

Everyone had been searching for her. Today, people were leaving for what could be their last time.

"I don't know. I have to find her, Ron... I got to..."

"Harry!" Ginny shouted. She ran up, taking Harry's hand in hers. "Ron, did Harry tell you the good news?" she asked.

Ron looked at Harry. "You two..."

"Together again! Last night reminded me how much I missed him," Ginny squeezed Harry's hand. "I'm going to go find us a compartment, Harry," she said as she leaned up and kissed him lightly on the lips. After, she ran off.

"So, are you going to revise why you need to look for Herm?" Ron asked, sounding a bit angry.

"Ron, don't take it wrong. I like Ginny, a lot. Hermione and I... Things change, you know. Like how you and Mione broke up. How Ginny and I broke up... We've all changed. I want to try being..."

"I never told Hermione I loved her like that, Harry. She is my best friend. So, no, Harry, I don't. When I tell Luna I love her, I mean it," Ron said. He then turned away from Harry and walked to find Luna.

"Ron, hold on! I do love Mione... Just-- just..."

Ron stopped in his tracks. "Exactly, Potter. Talk to me when you figure out why you shagged my little sister when you love my best friend," with that, Ron was gone.

"Where are you now, Hermione Granger?" he asked under his breath, and then went off to find Ginny.

(Two years ago the Party)

--Hermione--

"Well, Miss Granger, your application surely was amazing. Now it's my job to see if you're fit for our offices... What school did you attend?" asked a woman in bright blue dress robes.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Hermione replied.

"Very impressive! How many years ago did you graduate?"

"Two years ago, Ms. Underwood."

"Went to school with Harry Potter, then, did you?"

Hermione bit her bottom lip. For the past two years, she'd pushed the thoughts of the raven-haired man out of her mind. That's why she moved to America two years ago. Two weeks into her disappearance, he had gone to her house. Her parents had lied, saying they had only seen her for a day before she left again. They lied because she had asked them to do it for her. She didn't want to be a burden, so she packed and moved. She wrote her parents, but in case the boys were watching the mail for some reason, she gave a fake name, saying she was a relative. She never went to England to visit her parents. The always came to America to see her.

"Yes, I did go to school with him."

"Fantastic!"

Hermione gave a fake smile.

"You know, Granger, I think you're alright. You're hired!"

--Harry--

Harry dressed in muggle clothes, waiting for the captain of the new Quidditch team, Whizzing Weasels, to see if he made the team or not. He hoped the fact Ginny had said he broke up with her (though it had been the other way around) about three months ago wouldn't affect his chance. Maybe since he and Ron had started talking again...

"Hey, mate!" Charlie said, walking into the pub.

"Hey, Charlie. How's the wife?"

"Good. Yelling at me for her morning sickness, but good," he said as he sat down.

"That's good. Tell her I say hi."

"Mate, each time she knows I go to talk to you, she almost expects you to say hi to her and Bella," Charlie said, smiling.

"So, it's a girl?"

"We're ninety-nine point nine percent sure."

"So, about the job..."

"Well, you know we had to watch a lot of other seekers... Sam Silex was really good! In the end we went with..."

"With whom?"

"Be at the stadium at five AM sharp, Potter, or else we'll call Silex back," Charlie smiled.

"Seriously? I made the team?"

Charlie nodded. "There was no doubt about it, mate! You were so much better than the rest of the others! We're not hesitant to replace you, though, okay?"

(Five years after the Party; Hogwarts Class Reunion)

--Harry--

"I haven't seen her, Harry," came from everyone who Harry communicated with.

"Where the bloody hell could she be?" he shook his head. "Oye! Ron! You found her!" Harry said as he went up to Ron.

"Yeah. She was trying to get to the buffet," Ron said, looking down at the little two-year-old that held his hand.

"Where did Cellie go without her Uncle Harry knowing it?" Harry picked up the little red haired girl and spun her around.

"Hunge!" Cellie pointed to her stomach.

"When I find out why Luna made us take Celina with us to this..." Ron playfully shook his head.

Harry shrugged.

"Where's Aunt Hermy?" Cellie asked, looking at Ron.

Harry froze. "Why... Why did she asked about... Hermione?"

"Luna's told stories... She figured Hermione would be here, so I guess Cellie wanted to put a face with what she knows about Hermione," Ron said.

Cellie nodded.

"Oh... Here, Cellie, I'll take you around to see if we can find her," Harry put on a fake smile.

--Hermione--

Hermione sat at her desk, doing more paper work than what a normal person would like to do. Every few moments, she would look at an envelope that had the Hogwarts crest on it. She knew it'd be the invitation to the reunion, but she'd never go. She didn't want to think of the people she had been trying so hard to forget for five years, now. Michaela has tried to convince Hermione to go, but had no success.

"Granger? Are you still here?" came the voice of Michaela Underwood.

"Yeah, I am, Mick!" called Hermione.

Mick came into the office, her hands on her hips. Her dirty blonde hair was laid down, making its way to the middle of her back. "Hermione Jane Granger! You get off at four, but no... It's six! You're going to work yourself to DEATH!" she growled.

"Oh shut it, Mick! I'm just catching up on some paper work!"

"How many times have you stayed late just this week, Herms?"

"Uh... Monday, Tuesday, you kicked me out Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and then today..."

"Exactly! Herms, you've got to GET A LIFE! Work isn't the only thing you should be worried about at the age of twenty-two! You go to this," she held up the invitation," Herms!"

"No."

"Why?"

"I told you that my past is my past - I don't want to remember it," Hermione said firmly.

Michaela knew she should press Hermione no further. "Then how about going to the new bar - Cruel Duel?"

Hermione sighed. "I really need..."

"Excuses, excuses!"

"Mick..."

"Please, Herms?"

"Fine... If you leave me alone for five minutes," she said.

"Whatever you say, Herms," Michaela smiled then went out the door.

Hermione picked up the envelope and bit her bottom lip. "Where are you now, Harry?" she whispered as a single tear slipped from her eyes.

--Ron--

Cellie ran back to Ron. She shook her head. "We can't find Aunt Hermy. Uncle Harry still lookin' fors her."

Ron sighed. "He's been looking for her for five years, Cell..."
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End of chapter! What did you think? I actually kind of like this chapter... So for such a long ass wait! I'm slow with updates... I've got a lot more written, it's just I don't got my own computer to type it up on and post... I have to send all my post to the E... Anyways,
REVIEW! Please? -Jackie

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