Disclaimer: JKR…Harry Potter with which you own…oh how I wish I were you.

I couldn't look at him.

"That's what I thought." He said. "It all made since you know, when you were working for me. You always looked sad, preoccupied. And you constantly fiddled with that locket you wore, which you're still wearing now."

I was shocked. Completely shocked. How had he known about the locket?

"I'm guessing he gave you that for Christmas or something."

"Jake…" Now I really didn't know what to say.

"Ellie it's okay to be upset over it all. But to like, change who you are and throw that life away…"

"You don't understand!" I started crying. Great, he'd see me cry twice in two days now. "What it's like, to have everyone looking at you and sending you cards and asking you five million questions. They wouldn't leave me alone, they'd write me constantly talking about Harry. There were signs all over, ceremonies, even concerts done in his memory. I couldn't take it, all I wanted to do was forget about it but the wizarding world would not let me. It haunted me. It still does. When I was working for you I felt normal for once. No one knew who I was, I got a second chance at life. I was a mess though, never sleeping, running all the time, burned myself out.."

"Ellie…Lynn…Hermione..." he looked at me with an expression I hadn't seen before. "Do you still love him?"

"I…um…"

"If you don't want to-"

"Yes. I'm always going to. But I'm not in love with him. He was more like a brother anyway I guess. I wish I had started dating after all that, you know? Get myself back into it all, but it never happened. I guess I didn't appeal to anyone. Eats at me all the time." I picked at the nail polish on my nail, I had to calm down somehow…really bad habit of mine. Now that I had admitted what I had probably needed to for years, I was able to stop crying. I hiccupped a bit, but I was alright, finally.

"You did."

"How would you know?!" I was a bit taken aback.

"Because. You wonder why I never, why I never said anything to you about it?"

Is he saying what I think he's saying?

"How could I even talk to you once I discovered who you were? I knew you were still wrapped up in the thoughts of him, I know what that's like. You didn't want anything but him. You wouldn't ever."

"Jake, listen-"

"No, Hermione, just let me say this. I wanted you from the second I saw you. But obviously being your boss I couldn't do crap about it. It was really unprofessional, and you were still young anyway. You didn't know what you were going to do with your life, mine had already been set up for me. I couldn't go after you when I knew every time I kissed you you'd think it was Harry. You'd want it to be at least. I toured with my band for awhile once you had left. And I'm not going to lie to you, half the songs I had written, they were about you."

This is what I had wanted to hear. Or at least, to know how Jake felt. My mind was spinning.

"We're not young anymore. You're not 17 anymore. You're 33. I can't let this just go and not know. I want to live too you know, but ever since you had walked into my life I felt like it was on pause. Like I could never get over you unless I had known I had tried."

"Why didn't you say anything to me?"

"I can't be your Harry, Hermione." He said quietly, still not looking at me.

"I don't want you to be."

"Yeah well, now I feel pretty stupid telling you all this."

"You know Jake, I wish you had told me sooner."

"You what?!"

"I wish you had told me sooner. We could have avoided all of this…emotional drama bogus…"

He laughed. "And by saying that you mean?"

"I was ready for you 16 years ago."

"What about now?"

"Jake, a lot of people let time change their mind. I don't."

It was like Keanu and Sandra at the end of the movie. We were all over each other. The second his lips hit mine my mind went into 5 o' clock rush hour spazzems, electricity shot through me. I wrapped my arms around him and he did the same with me, our bodies pressed against each others with no room to spare. We fell back onto the couch, he kept kissing me.

Really, for not having dated many people Jake was an exceptional kisser. This was like nothing I had ever done before. Maybe that was because he was like no one I had ever been with.

We kissed and kissed and before I knew it his tongue was inside my mouth, sending me into emotional haywire. My hands were running up and down his back, his on my waist. We couldn't stop. We had nowhere to be, this was all we had wanted.

"Jake…"

"Ellie…Hermione…"

"Which one are you going to stick with?"

"I'd take either of you." He kidded. His blue eyes were glowing as I looked into them, he truly looked happy. He leaned in and kissed me again, up until I was sure I was going to die from lack of air.

I loved laying like that, in his arms. And I couldn't help but smile, I wasn't going to spend time alone, for awhile at least. That is unless Jake was going to drop me as if I was nothing but I don't think that's the case, he's not like that.

"You realize it's…like past one…" he whispered in my ear.

"I should go." I said, honestly what would his neighbors think if I stayed over two nights in a row? I don't care.

"What if I want you to stay?" Jake asked me, with this expression I wish I could have photographed. I had to wait to 33 years to see it, and I'm so glad I did.

"I could…but my clothes…" I really hope they didn't stink…

"You look fine!"

"Well, I should get some. I could always come back, if you want me to that is…" I thought.

He got up off of me. "By all means, if you're not back here in twenty minutes…"

I smiled. "Oh, poor baby can't wait any longer than that?"

"Ell, I had to wait 16 years to do this, " he took me in his arms again. "Now I don't want to wait another second."

A/N: Ouch, no reviews? Yikes…is it that bad?