Authors Note:

Double treat! Two chapters in a day! Sorry if I delay between chapters, school and work has been rather busy. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and review!

Bonnie x

Found You

I had apparated into the airport where I rushed to buy the soonest plane ticket available. I had bought a plane ticket to go to Croatia, leaving London and all its painful memories behind, locked in a cage with the key undiscoverable.

I began boarding the plane; my thoughts were jumbled into pain and joy that Hermione understood. My hand ran over my phone which lay in my pocket, wanting to call Hermione and tell her I am coming home. But, I just couldn't do that.

The memory replayed over and over of Hermione being tortured by Aunt Bellatrix, her screeching of my name and then in the tower where I had murdered her. The pain hit me like a ton of bricks and I broke down in the airport, strange looks were being given to me however, I didn't care.

It was as if I kept being hit with memories over and over again. I stared out of the plane window down on London. Somewhere down there, Hermione was searching for a worried Draco, which she would never find. My mother would search for her beloved son, not to find him. The shop lady would wonder why I would never return to her mystical store. So many things, all I wanted to do were escape.

I stared off into the clouds which we flew through, the plane was empty which made me calmer. I pulled out my book and began to read and came across a familiar quote.

I believe death is only a door. One closes and another opens. If I were to imagine heaven, I would imagine a door opening. And he would be waiting for me there.

A tingle of guilt shot me in the gut and I rubbed my chin pensively. I stared out the window again and fell asleep, my mind drifting off slowly into the depths of my imagination.

"How many issues could one family have?" she shrieked, "Are you seeing Pansy?"

"Hermione, you wouldn't understand! Look, we can't keep doing this if you are going to carry on accusing me of petty shit! Merlin, I barely speak to Pansy! Hermione, I love you." the words spluttered out of my mouth, Hermione stopped crying and her eyes met mine. I finally felt love for the first time.

"I love you, Hermione Jean Granger. You mean everything to me and if I had to see you hurt, I don't know how I could live. I adore you, I adore how when you get angry your brow furrows and tiny strands of your brunette locks frizz. I adore how when you are sad, your eyes turn a lighter, innocent colour. I adore you and I only want you." I brushed my hand through my white blonde hair, I had just spilled all of my feelings to Granger. About time!

Hermione ran towards me and practically threw herself into my embrace. I clasped her tightly and our lips met.

As I watched the memories, I felt the tears trickle down my porcelain cheeks. I was weeping for the love of my life...

"Sir, we are about to land." The airhostess tapped on my shoulder and furrowed her eyebrow. I was drenched in tiny droplets of water and tears were spewing from my eyes.

It has been a month since I fled London. I have situated myself in a coastal apartment away from the city and by peace and quiet. I have also bought myself a yacht in which I sail around the crystal blue oceans of Croatia. I love it here, even though I am very lonely.

The first week, I received hundreds of calls from my mother, Hermione and Astoria. Even Blaise rung me up to see if I was still walking on this earth – I hadn't answered any of them.

I slowly saunter through the picturesque towns, eating delicious food and reading brilliant novels. When I am tired of people, I turn to my yacht and soak up the warm Mediterranean rays of sunlight.

As I was sitting on a wrought-iron chair at a quaint café, a noticeable brunette was wandering through the bustling street. I put my novel down and then the lukewarm coffee spilt onto my novel. My eyes widened at the sight of the girl gazing around, giving puzzled looks at her map and then at the crumbling buildings.

"Hermione," I whispered. My throat dry and my body tingling with excitement at the sight of her.

"Hermione!" I got up and began shouting after her. She crossed the road and stood by a bus stop.

"Hermione, wait!" my body screamed as I flew through the wind and bumped pedestrians out of my way. Her ears perked at the call of her name and then she shrugged it off and began walking onto the bus.

I ran after her at the speed of light, people stopping and staring as I called for the love of my life. I caught up to the bus stop, the bus doors slammed in front of my face and a gush of smoke spewed from the exhaust. Hermione sat with her head leaning against the window, gazing off into the distance.

"Hermione, look here!" I pleaded and knocked on the bus. I couldn't get her attention and the bus drove off into the busy streets. I missed her, again.

I paced through the bustling alleys and streets of the town until I reached the beach. I sat on the beach, my feet burying themselves in the warm sand. The granules attached themselves to my pale feet, forming a part of my skin.

"Thought I'd find you here."

I spun around to find a slender brunette in a bright yellow dress that wrapped around her ever so elegantly.

"Hermione." I choked. She forced a smile and I ran towards her, twirling her around.