Hello Everyone! This is my third story, but my first of this pairing! I hope you all read and review, and I hope you all enjoy it! This is the prologue. It's going to keep switching Point of View, but I think it's fairly easy to distinguish where. If anyone is confused, please feel free to email me!
Disclaimer- I do not own anything. Everything (excluding the plot) belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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She had done the one thing she had said she would never do. She ran away. She had run away from everything: from her family, her friends… and from him. She shouldn't be, but she was doing the thing that just hurt her more. She was thinking about him. They would have been together three years, to the day, if everything had happened how it should've. But unfortunately for her, she had fallen in love with someone who just couldn't love her back.
She had fallen in love with someone who would continue to hurt her. And they would keep on hurting her until she sought closure.
'Why am I such a coward?' She thought to herself. She knew if she wasn't so cowardly, she would be over it and happy by now.
She had been driving around for hours. Even here, even in another country, two years later, the jerk was driving her crazy!
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Two years. Two bloody years since he had lost the love of his life. And all because he had been an idiot. If he hadn't been so unsure of himself…
And now, she was completely gone. She had disappeared from everyone's life. She hadn't spoken to any of them. Not Harry, not Ron, not even Ginny. He was too scared to call her parents. He could guess how that would go. Because of him, she had moved to another country. Screw that, another continent! They must be furious with him.
'Geez, Hermione. If only that promotion had come earlier! We would have still been together, so you would have turned it down, and then… and then you wouldn't have disappeared.'
Was he destined to live life alone, forever? Did you get one chance? One chance at love? If you screw that chance up as bad as he had, was that it?
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Why? Why was she holding on to the past? Now she needed to be strong. She couldn't do that if she was always thinking about him.
Stupid prankster! Why couldn't he just grow up? They had never been meant for each other. She had been the bookworm, the know-it-all. And him? He was the annoying prankster that could never be serious. Grant it, he was a gorgeous prankster who had told her they would be together forever. Before, she had found it to be the sweetest thing in the world. And now? Now it just made him a liar.
'Together forever, yeah right. He couldn't even keep his act together for a year,' Hermione thought bitterly. She looked at the clock. It was 10 a.m., which meant over in London, where she and the git had shared an apartment, it was 6 p.m. She looked at her cell phone, which had the date on the front display. It was Sunday. If things were how they had been when she left, he would be at someone's, normally either at the burrow, or at Ron and Luna's or Harry and Ginny's, house.
Did any of them even remember her? Did any of them even care?
Why? What was so wrong about them being together? Why weren't they meant for each other, like it had seemed at first?
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Stupid radio. After Hermione left, he had taken to doing the things she had loved. Hermione had loved sitting with him, in his arms, listening to the radio. He would often just sit listening to her favorite station, after she left. Normally it calmed him. Not today. Stupid radio just had to be playing Mione's favorite song on their anniversary. He wanted to turn it off, he really did, but his fingers wouldn't listen to his brain.
The song was a duet by some people he didn't know, but he knew it was Hermione's favorite. It had been in some movie, also Hermione's favorite, that one that had made her cry… The girl who sang the song, starred in the movie. It had obviously been too long! He couldn't even remember the title anymore. Weird thing was, now, so many years after she had told him, her song fit his feelings.
His mother had called earlier. Something about everyone going to Harry and Ginny's flat for supper. There had also been something in that message about how he hadn't gone for a long time—a very long time.
Try two years? He had rarely even seen them since she had left. Apparently everyone was worried about him. His mother had probably exaggerated a bit. She knew he wouldn't go over to one of their houses for Sunday dinner without her. He would feel awkward around Ron and Harry. He had suspicions that they were nowhere near forgiving him for 'chasing Mione away.' Of course, he didn't see them enough to know for sure.
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Why was she so surprised? He was a prankster. Always would be. Why had she expected him to all of a sudden get serious when it came to their relationship? She needed to get her mind off of him.
She turned on her car radio, which she had bewitched to play her favorite stations from London. Then she heard it. Her favorite song in the whole world. Often, after the breakup, she would avoid listening to it. It reminded her too much of him. This had been the first song they danced to. This song had been playing when he told her he loved her. And then, this song had been playing that day.
For some reason, her hand would not move to turn off the radio. It was like something in her head was forcing her to hear the song through. Like somehow it would help her get over it. It was her, facing her fears. Except, now, her fears were of him and of letting go of her past with him.
If she let him go now, that would be it. They would really be done. Is that what she wanted?
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Stupid, stupid song. Why couldn't he bring himself to turn it off? This song only brought bad memories… Okay, maybe that isn't completely true… It just brought back memories that hurt to think about.
This song… it had been playing on so many occasions: their first date, their first kiss, their first dance… that day.
He knew they were made for each other. Why had he screwed it up? Why had he been afraid? He should have realized what that feeling was every time he saw her. The feeling that made his stomach lunge every time she smiled. The fact that she could make him smile whenever her eyes got that mischievous glint. The way her hair would subtly fall into her eyes and he would have to stop himself from brushing his fingers through it. That feeling he got that could only have meant one thing; he was in love.
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Stupid song was like a mirror image of her relationship. Except, she obviously didn't go to the end of the rainbow, but rather the city of Chicago. How many questions had run through her head tonight? Too many to count. And all of them, they had all been about him.
Darn it Weasley! Hermione Granger had never been a coward. She had seen a lot of shit in her lifetime, and she had never once run. She had been with Harry and Ron all the way to the end during that epic battle, roughly six years ago. Did he know what he did to her? Did he know what he turned her into? He had turned her into a runaway. She had fled to a different country, a different continent because of him! Why couldn't he just vanish from her memory all together?
No, she would never think like that. She knew what she had with him she would probably never have again. She knew they brought out the best in each other. He got her to show the world her humorous side, and she taught him how to bring out his intellectual side a bit more. She didn't want him to vanish. If he did, a part of her would vanish too.
Of all those questions, the most important one, go figure, was the most difficult to solve. What really happened to them?
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So many bloody questions. And not a single answer for them. Not a single one. What was so bloody wrong about them being together? He knew for a fact that they belonged together. It had only taken a week of him moping after Hermione had left to figure it out.
Moped? Yes, he had done some hard-core moping. His twin, his brothers, his sister, his mum, his dad, they were all worried sick about him that month. Apparently, according to them, that week he wouldn't talk to anyone, he hardly ate, and even now, he rarely did anything but tend to the shop.
He didn't remember any of this. Everything that happened after Ron told him Hermione had left was a blur. All he knew was that Hermione, with the mischievous eye glint, and beautiful hair, and wonderful laugh—she had the prettiest laugh he had ever heard—had left the country. She had taken some research job in some Muggle city.
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Why did she still love him? It had been two years. She had to forget. She must heal her emotional wounds. 'Geez… listen to me. 'Emotional Wounds?' You've turned me into some coward sap.'
He made her hate sappy love stories. They had become 'fake' in her eyes, and it was all thanks to him. After the split, she lost faith in love and long term relationships. Sure, she dated. But that was rarely and far between. And only when her friends made her.
She needed to forget about him. That was the bottom line. Dammit, where was her phone?
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He had to find her. She needed to come home. He needed her. He would prove it to her.
Fred stared at the radio while the song ended. 'Where are you?'
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And that is chapter one. I hope you all liked it! It was my first attempt at Fred/Mione. I should have the next chapter soon!
This story was taken down and I am pretty upset because I lost allll of my reviews, all 300 of them, so I'm hoping you will all review again!
Hey! This is an 05/07/05 edit. I had to repost this and take out the lyrics because I just became aware of a FF policy that I didn't know about. Sorry if it seems a bit choppy because the lyrics were missing… Where the /0/ are, there used to be lyrics...
This is a 11/05/2006 edit: I took a huge break, and to get back into the mode of the story, I went through and edited this chapter. Hope you enjoy :)
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Love,
Monica