Running Away

~~QUICK UPDATE, SHORT CHAPTER, I PROMISE THE SEX IS COMING AND YOU WILL BE VERY SATISFIED, IT'S ALL BEEN BUILDING TO THIS~~


The next day Harry and Hermione had enjoyed a quiet breakfast, working together in the kitchen cooking and decided to leave early to cruise London. They walked hand in hand down the street and enjoyed each others company very much. Harry would watch as Hermione’s face lit up when she saw certain things she had missed while in France. And with each bright new smile he fell in love with her all over again.

Hermione loved seeing old places she had forgot even existed. Little shops she could remember going to when she was little, or nice things like Big Ben. Things that reminded her that she was English. Seeing these things made her wonder why she let her parents talk her into leaving, when in her heart this would always be her home.

They stopped for dinner in a corner café and laughed the whole time. They truly enjoyed each others company. She could not remember once feeling this comfortable around Gerard. She never felt like she belonged that much with one person, except when she was with Harry. They walked down the street in front of Parliament, by the river, holding hands and talking. Hermione thought to herself, that this was fast becoming the best week of her life. Hermione looked up the street and thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. But then she realized they weren’t and her mouth suddenly went dry.

“Hermione?” A tall, dark haired man called to her as he saw her from the distance. Hermione froze and Harry looked to the man who had called her name. “Hermione.” He yelled again, waving his arm, walking towards them.

“Do you know that guy?” Harry looked to Hermione for some explanation. He noticed tears forming in her eyes. “Hermione, who is that?”

“I’m so sorry, Harry. I’m so sorry.” Hermione said in a weak voice as the man approached them.

“Hermione, why havez zou been ignoringz me? I havez been calling zou? I can not believez I havez found you.” The man looked down and saw that Harry and Hermione were holding hands and took a step back, a hurt look on his face. “Iz thiz your unfinished buzinezz.?”

“Gerard, please, not here. You shouldn’t have come looking for me.” Hermione turned to Harry and saw that he was completely dumbfounded, not knowing what was going on.

“Is this the guy you talked about at dinner?” Harry asked her, wanting to know why he was ruining their perfect day.

“So, youz know aboutz moi? Youz standz there and do notz care that youz iz walking aroundz withz my fiancé?” Gerard raised his voice and looked at Harry with hate in his eyes.

“Fiancé? Hermione, what is he talking about?” Harry asked her, hoping this nut case was mistaken.

“I’m so sorry, Harry. I wasn’t honest with you. We are, were, engaged. I left him on our wedding day to come to you. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.” Hermione went to grab Harry’s hand but he pulled away.

“I can’t believe you. You come back and start off lying about everything. No wonder you think you don’t deserve him. You don’t, and I’m not going to stand around with a girl who can’t be honest.” Harry walked away. Hermione followed him and grabbed his arm. “No, Hermione, you have shit to deal with.” He looked to Gerard who looked meanly back at him. He turned again, walking at a brisk pace and Hermione knew she couldn’t keep up.

She turned back to Gerard and huffed in frustration. Just as she knew what she wanted he had to show up and ruin everything. She walked back to him.

“Why couldn’t you just stay in France? Couldn’t you take a hint by the note that I don’t love you. If I loved you I would have married you three days ago. I’m sorry but I can’t be with you. That man is the only man I have ever truly loved. My mom lied to me when we moved to France and made me believe he didn’t love me. But she told me the truth the day before the wedding and I had to come here to see what could be with us. And these last few days have been the best of my life. Being with Harry shows me that I don’t love you, not like you deserve to be, and I don’t want to lead you to believe that. I’m sorry, Gerard, but it’s over. You shouldn’t have come.” Hermione cried as she spoke to him, knowing what it felt like to have your heart broken.

“Butz I lovez youz. Youz know that. I can makez youz happy. Pleasez don’t doz thiz Hermione.” Gerard pleaded with her.

“I can’t Gerard, I’m sorry. You don’t want to marry someone who doesn’t love you. Go find a girl who does.” Hermione turned in the direction Harry had left and started after him. There would only be two places he would have gone. It was nearly six so she rushed to the shop. As she ran down the street looking for a safe place to apparate the sky opened up, as if mirroring her current mood, and rain poured down onto her.

She apparated right outside of Diagon Alley. She ran through the street, rain soaking her to the bone. She rounded the corner by Harry’s shop and slid to a hault. It was past six and the shop looked dark. But she could see a figure moving inside. It was either Harry or Ginny. She had to see if it was him, make him understand.She opened the door and shuttered as the bell on the door rang.

“We’re closed, sorry. I’m just closing up.” Harry called from the back room. Hermione closed the door, and her nerves made her feel faint.

“I’m not here to shop.” She called back. Harry came out of the back room and saw Hermione standing in the middle of his shop, rain soaking her, her clothes clinging to her body. Despite hating her at the current moment, he couldn't help but feel a twinge in his pants.

“Either way, we’re closed.” Harry said and turned to walk back, knowing it was best to keep his eyes off of her.

“Please, Harry, let me explain.” Hermione begged. Harry turned back to her, his eyes burning with hurt.

“You want to explain? Explain how you lied to me, how you left a man on your wedding day to come to me and get me to fall in love with you again. Were you doing it to get back at me? Were you going to go home after this and still marry him and laugh about how you broke my heart like I did yours? We’ve always been honest with each other, it’s one of those things we always had, and the first thing you do in three years is come here and lie to me. I don’t need an explanation. I want the truth!” Harry screamed at her, every second taking a step in her direction. He stopped a few feet from her, breathing deeply.

“You want the truth? You want to know it all? Fine. The truth is I was heartbroken. That night before I came to you my mom said you would hurt me, and I told her you loved me and then you did it, you hurt me. You let me leave. I wasn’t important enough to you to fight for. I was fucking pissed. When I got to France I did everything in my power to forget you. I led myself to believe I didn’t care. I met Gerard, and he said all the right things and he treated me like gold. But every time he touched me, every time we kissed and every time we made love, I saw you. I pictured you during any moment of significance between us. When he proposed, I closed my eyes and pictured you down and one knee, and I nodded yes. I cried, and though he thought it was cause I was happy, I cried because it reminded me that it wasn’t you. You’ve had my heart since I was eleven years old. And yes I lied about Gerard, but it was because I was ashamed of what I did. I led him along, for two years, made myself believe that I loved him, when you were the one I saw in front of me. I came here because I love you, just like I did that night, and I’m hoping that you won’t let me walk away again.” Hermione yelled back, wanting Harry to understand. Hoping that there was some shred of hope. Harry stood there, staring at her, tears in his eyes, but not moving, not speaking, just staring at her. Hermione feared for the worst.