Disclaimer: HP JKR. THE END.

"Good morning, or should I say afternoon…it's 1." Jake greeted me with a cup of coffee in my room. He sat on the bed and passed me the steaming cup.

I felt so groggy and disgusting. My hair must look like…well not going to go there. We both looked out the window at the falling snow. It was covering London like a blanket, this was going to be a storm, the way it was coming down.

"Quite beautiful, isn't it." He said quietly.

"Yeah it is, must be at least two feet out there." I noticed, not surprised.

"Actually the news said it was three and a half, we might just be snowed in." He laughed.

I was snowed in. Stuck with Jake Johnson. In his apartment. All alone.

I was totally not prepared for this.

"Jake I feel really bad staying here on your day off!" I admitted sadly.

"Really it's fine, I like the company. Not like I was going to do anything today anyway." He laid back on the bed next to me, our bodies less than a foot apart.

"Are you sure…"

"100. What do you want to do today Elle?"

"Mmm I don't want to make the decision.." I said, snuggling back under the covers after I had set the now empty cup on the nightstand.

"Oh, being lazy are we?"

"Watch it buddy. I'm not a morning person." I warned. And it was totally true, it was why I started work at 9 and went until 6. I hated getting up.

"Sorry dear, it's not the morning anymore."

The next thing I knew I was engaged in a full on pillow war and we were both acting like five year olds. He chased me around the room, over the bed, out into the halls. Finally I gave up and let him attack me. I had gotten a good whack at him a few times, but obviously it did not me a dent in his endurance.

"Ellie you suck." He said, throwing his pillow back on the bed and coming out onto the balcony where I was sitting.

"Ouch, was that supposed to hurt?" I said sarcastically, still tired.

"The truth hurts sometimes, it's a fact of life."

"Well I don't go buy facts. I go by opinions."

"Oh debating now are we?"

"Not at all, I'm not at work. I give in. You win. Look at the snow. I'm literally freezing my ass off." I shivered. I was standing in three feet worth of snow with shorts on. I'm a genius, I know.

"Well then lets go back inside smart one. C'mon, London ain't that pretty." He headed in. I followed. I got a towel from the bathroom and wiped the melting snow off my legs. I could hear water running in Jake's room, so I assumed he was taking a shower. I decided I'd mine as well too, and headed into his guest bathroom.

It wasn't as big as mine, but the hot water in the shower felt so good I almost didn't want to get out. Finally after what was probably a half hour I let myself finish up. I threw my hair up in a messy bun and found my purse. I put some makeup on and got back into my clothes. The jeans felt a little loose, I hadn't eaten much. The v-neck sweater fit snug to my body though, I can understand why they call it the "sexy fit". I'm lucky my chest wasn't falling out of this thing. I glanced at the clock where the coffee cup was, it was 4 already. I grabbed the glass and headed out into Jake's kitchen. I set the glass in the dishwasher and turned around to find Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome.

"Well, you clean up well." I noticed his hair gelled to be the "messy perfection" look. He still hadn't cut his skater-ish hair, the brown locks hit just above his eyes.

"As do you," he grabbed at my bun. "Well, isn't this the dancer look?"

"Hey," I shoved him away and pouted. "No messing up the hair."

He held his hands up and laughed. "Alright…"

We went back into the living room and sat on the couch. I didn't want to be boring around Jake…but I had a feeling I was doing exactly that.

"You want to watch a movie or something?"

We watched four. Probably ate like five bags of butter popcorn. We had curled up with blankets on the couch, he had turned on his electric fire place. After the ending of the last one, Catch and Release, which was my diehard favorite, he looked disturbed.

"You believe in that crap?" He asked.

"Oh god, well it's a cute story!" I had to defend Keanu and Sandra, I loved that movie so much.

"Women…" he muttered as he turned off the tv. "Hmm…Ellie I want to show you something." He got up off the leather couch.

"Yeah?" I wondered what he had in mind. He went into his bedroom and came out with what looked like a letter, and then…ohmygod, a Daily Prophet issue.

"This was the letter I got, 27 years ago."

I held it in my hands for a long time. I remembered getting mine. The parchment was cool and smooth, the letter's contents exactly the same as mine.

"I can't believe you kept this." I said, looking into his eyes for some sign of emotion.

"I had to." He sat there for awhile, looking at it. "But this…this is what got to me." He handed me the issue of the Prophet.

I gasped.

"Potter's Best Friend Granger Goes Missing, Hasn't Been Seen in Months." Was the title of the article taking up the entire front page. My picture with me and Harry with our arms around each other in front of The Three Broomsticks was there too. We looked happy. Oh his face…My heart still did double beats whenever I saw pictures of it. The article went on and on about who I was, my connection to Harry, and how after he died I seemed to have "run away", no one could find me. They thought if I didn't return I could have possibly died too…there had been searches for me…there were quotes from people that knew me claiming how much they missed me…

"I got this three days after I hired you."

My mouth was still dropped open. "You knew…all this time…"

"Yeah, I did, and every day I wanted to ask you. About who you really were. Why you did it. I had figured you definitely had changed you're name, or you had an identical twin you never mentioned."

"Oh Jake…I don't know what to say…"

"Why'd you do it?" he asked, looking at the picture.

"A lot of reasons…I couldn't handle it all…" I started.

"You were in love with Potter weren't you."