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Chapter 24 : Chapter Twenty-Three
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The last time Hermione has seen Draco, was when he abrasively stormed out of their apartment about five days ago. The moment he left, Hermione instantaneously broke down on the spot. Her body functions seemed to have impulsively shut down all together, making it almost impossible for her to move or do anything but cry. It was as if Draco was the only thing her body knew, and without him, she would pathetically break down. How did it come to this? How could she have possibly fallen this hard for Draco? And in so little time too. Everything had happening so fast—one moment, she couldn't wait to be free again, and then the next minute, all she wanted was Draco.
Around four in the morning—after hours of waiting for Draco to return—Hermione realized that Draco was never coming back. After several attempts of trying to find sleep, she finally gave up—deciding that she needed fresh air—and walked out into muggle London. The streets were dark, with dim lampposts illuminating every other street. Hermione noticed that the only places that were opened were pubs and bars, which were all packed with people. She continued aimlessly walking nonetheless, allowing her feet to take her anywhere. The fresh air helped with the feeling of suffocation that racked through her body back in the apartment. The stores, shops and houses she walked by, did a better job at keeping her mind away from Draco; a lot better than her four hundred-page novel she attempted to finish when he left. The liberating feeling of walking around at four-thirty in the morning gave Hermione the chance to sort her head for the first time in two days, yet she still couldn't answer the ultimate question: (question from the previous chapter).
For the next week, she tried her best to continue with her days without Draco. She went on the next five days without a scrap of news from Draco. He never showed up for work, and Pansy claims to have never seen him. Both Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy—who were both incredibly nonchalant about Draco’s absence—haven’t seen Draco either. Blaise—who in fact, had been completely oblivious as to what was going on between the couple—declares that he hasn’t seen Draco since the night of the Gala. This confused Hermione even more, making it difficult to go through a single moment without worrying about Draco. She pondered over sending him several owls, but when it came time to sit down and write, she ended up deciding against it.
After the fourth day without a word from Draco, Hermione came to a decision that her best choice was to leave London early. After speaking to Pansy, she arranged a trip to Australia for six months—in order to finish up her training—and another trip to Greece for about a month; the rest has yet to be decided. Together, Hermione and Pansy halfheartedly planned Hermione's trip, arranging everything beforehand. Pansy made several attempts to get Hermione to stay or resolve her problems with Draco first; however, just like how Pansy predicted, Hermione refused every single one of her requests. She was determined to leave, and Hermione was not the type of girl that could be easily swayed from her decision.
However the one request Pansy made that she didn't allow Hermione to turn down worked out perfectly. After a small going-away party—one that Draco failed to attend—with Hermione's closest friends, they each took a suitcase, and headed for the airport. Despite Hermione’s protest, all her friends accompanied her to the airport in order to see her off. Finally, after countless of complaints from Blaise and Ron, the group finally found themselves standing in the middle of Hermione’s terminal.
"Are you sure about this?" Harry asked skeptically, hoping that he would be the one to convince Hermione to stay in London. "It's not too late to change your mind, you know?" he informed her, handing Hermione's carry-on bag to her.
Hermione chuckled at his feeble attempt to make her stay. "Harry, everything is already set. I can't change my mind now."
Ron, Harry, Ginny, Teddy, Blaise and Pansy were all crowded around Hermione, ready to see her off. Prior to the airport, they were all gathered in Hermione and Draco's apartment, chatting and eating take-out food as they each enjoyed their last moments with Hermione. Each of them have said their own personal goodbyes, conveying their thoughts on how strange Hermione’s absence would be.
Through all the goodbye's, tight hugs and small gifts, Hermione couldn't help but to feel empty, regardless of the several people surrounding her. The one person she needed to see was not present; leaving her with an unsettling feeling of emptiness that rendered her speechless. During the entire 'party', Hermione barely spoke to anyone. Everyone but Ginny and Pansy had believed that it was because Hermione was leaving London for a whole year, making it difficult for her to utter anything but a smile or a laugh. There was something that made Hermione hope for Draco's presence, but neither Ginny nor Pansy had the heart go tell Hermione the one thing she was dreading—Draco was not coming. Even at the airport, Hermione continued hoping that Draco would arrive and she would get the chance to see Draco once more.
"I still don't see why you insist on taking a plane to Australia." Blaise said, scanning the perimeter of her terminal. Ever since his nasty break-up with Daphne two and a half weeks ago, Blaise had not stopped ogling at other women. He had apparently missed the life of a single man because of his four-year relationship with the woman he now refers to as ‘The Blob’. No one knows where this nickname came from. "Wow," he wolf-whistled quietly as he easily got sidetracked a long-legged blonde that just walked by. Blaise quickly elbowed Ron who was standing braiders him, and quickly whispered, "Check her out!" he muttered excitedly. "Have you ever seen legs longer than those? They’re a mile long!"
Both Ron and Blaise's eyes were fixated on the blonde who now joined her redheaded friend not far from the sliding doors, which led outside. "Her friend's pretty hot too." Ron agreed, following Blaise's gaze towards the girls. "You think they're from around here?" he asked, completely absorbed in their beauty.
“Look at these two idiots.” Ginny murmured, shaking her head with disapproval.
From beside her, Harry chuckled quietly, making sure that Ginny wouldn’t be able to hear his amusement. “Let Ron and Blaise have their fun, Gin.” He said, still chuckling. “Or else they will get crabby on the way home.”
Blaise shook his head in response, completely ignoring Harry and Ginny’s comment while he ran a hand through his dark hair—a signature move. "Not a chance. They look clueless. They're holding a map too."
Ron elbowed Blaise in response. "What's say you and I offer to give them the full tour of London, eh?" he suggested, grinning broadly. "I think they'll appreciate our generosity, don't you?"
Both Ginny and Pansy simultaneously cuffed both boys on the back of their heads. “Oi! Thickheads!” Ginny exclaimed, shooting her brother a dark look. “Your friend is leaving for a year! And you two dim-witts are standing there, wondering if Miss Not-So-Hot Blondie and her friend with a bloody mustache, are tourists.”
Amused, Blaise stared at Ginny. “Who pissed in your pumpkin juice this morning?” he asked, chuckling.
“Excuse me for having respect, and considerate of my best friend who is leaving to Europe for a whole bloody year!” she shot back. “Oh, seriously, Blaise?” she snapped once she noticed that his attention had left her, and back to the ‘hot’ girls standing by the sliding doors.
"You're both idiots." Pansy said, scowling. "With extremely short attention spans!" she muttered, shaking her head, and moving forward to play with Teddy.
Both Ron and Blaise tore their eyes away from the two girls, and turned back to Hermione, grinning at her cheekily. She couldn’t help but laugh once she caught both boys shoot a dreadfully painful look towards the girls. Ginny suddenly sighed. "Ron, you’re practically drooling on the carpet. That redhead is way out of your league anyway." Ginny said, shaking her head.
Ron shot a hateful look in Ginny's direction. "Anyway, Hermione," Ron said, continuing where he left off. "Why won’t you just apparate to Australia?" he asked. “I’m sure it’s a lot easier than flying all the way there. Why would you want to get on a death trap flying three thousand miles above the ground?’
"Yeah, Hermione. You're a witch, remember?" Blaise told her, slinging an arm around her shoulder. "Use your godly witch abilities and save yourself loads o—" Another woman walked by, completely capturing Baise’s attention. This time, the woman had short brown pixie hair that stuck out at all angles. She was a thin, short woman, barely reaching his shoulders. “I love the airport.” He announced with wide eyes as he turned back to his friends. “Seriously, this place is amazing!”
Pansy laughed. “Blaise, your attention span amazes me.” Pansy, who had Teddy in her arms, rolled her eyes at Blaise, and Hermione laughed softly, tearing her eyes away from the entrance of the terminal.
"If I'm going out to see the world, then want the whole experience." Hermione answered, even though she no longer had his attention.
"You're positive you don't want to stay?" Harry repeated, wrapping his arm around Ginny's shoulders. "It's never too late to change your mind."
Hermione sighed, and placed a hand on Harry's upper-arm. "Harry, I’m going to go to Australia today." she said evenly. "I'm really going to miss you though. You all have to promise that you'll all write to me."
Harry sighed in defeat. "I still don't understand why you chose to leave early. Didn't you decide on staying one more week?"
Their goodbyes were more painful than Hermione could imagine. However, it became more and more difficult each time any one of her friends reminded her of Draco. Her eyes constantly moved over the crowd and towards the entrance, hoping that any second now, Draco would walk through the sliding doors, and run to her side. Each time she caught the doors sliding open and closed, her eyes automatically searched for a familiar head of blonde hair—only to find herself wallowing in a pit of disappointment each time.
She gave Harry a small smile. "Things got complicated." She answered truthfully. "It's better that I leave today, anyway. There’s no time like the present."
"Hermione, does this have anything to do with the Prophet that night?" Ron asked, sneaking an indiscreet glance towards the woman he was checking out moments ago. "If so, you shouldn't leave just because of that."
She shook her head. "The prophet is nothing I can't deal with." Hermione's independent nature kicked in, allowing Ron to truly believe that she would not truly be swayed by something as small as an article on the front page of the Daily Prophet.
Hermione impulsively turned her head towards the entrance the very moment her eyes caught the sliding doors opening and closing. "Honey," Pansy said softly, handing Teddy over to Blaise. “Blaise, seriously—there are plenty of women in London. Here, play with Teddy.” After Blaise rolled his eyes, and smiled brightly at Teddy as he took him in his arms, Pansy turned back to Hermione. "He's not coming." she said; quiet enough so that only Hermione could hear her. "Come with me." Pansy took Hermione's hand and led her away from their friends. They ended up standing not far from the women Blaise was now showing Teddy. Pansy began fishing out something from her large purse—a letter, sealed in an envelope with Draco's handwriting printed on the back. She slowly handed Hermione the letter, who in turn, took it hesitantly. "You didn't think that he would let you leave without a single word, did you?"
Hermione looked up at Pansy incredulously. "This isn't a word, this is letter." she stated bluntly, holding the letter up in her hand. "He couldn't have come over here and said this to my face?" Her expression was unreadable, yet Pansy could hear a mixture of disbelief and disappointment in her voice. "Personally? Seriously, who writes a bloody letter to someone they won’t see for a whole year?”
Offering her a small smile, Pansy sighed and shrugged. "It was too hard." she answered simply. "He couldn't face you, not when you're leaving like this."
Hermione scoffed sourly, and rolled her eyes. "That's just great. I won't be returning for a whole year, and he can't even come to see me off?" she furiously. It had been the first time in five days Hermione showed any emotion towards Draco. Pansy looked at her with sad eyes, watching as she tried ripping the letter open but Pansy stopped her before she could completely open the envelope.
"Open it when you're on the plane." She instructed, releasing her hands. "He wants you to read it on the plane."
Hermione gave her a bemused look. "Why?" she asked.
Pansy shrugged and scowled slightly. "This is Draco we're talking about—when do I ever understand why he does the idiotic things he does? Honestly, Hermione—that’s like asking me why apples grow on trees."
Hermione sighed and silently agreed. She placed the letter in her purse, and they both made their way back to her friends. “Hello, Hermione.”
Abruptly turning around, Hermione was shocked to find Wesley Carrow standing behind her—his hands deep in the pockets of his trousers. “Wesley!” she exclaimed, completely taken by surprise. “What are you doing here?”
“May I talk to you please?” he asked politely, glancing at Ron and Blaise who were standing directly behind her. “Alone?”
Reluctantly, Hermione nodded, and walked off with Wesley. “What are you doing here?” She asked again. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”
Wesley nodded, and they both took a seat on a short bench by the doors of the terminal. “I’ve been away for a while. The first thing I saw when I returned was your interview in the paper, and well—I had to come, didn’t I?” he pathetically failed in trying to harbor a lighthearted tone. “I know, I shouldn’t have come today, but I couldn’t resist. You’re going to be gone for a year. I wanted to apologize as well.” He chuckled. “I sure am apologizing a lot, aren’t I?”
She offered him a sympathetic smile. “It’s fine.” She told him. “You don’t need to apologize to me.”
Despite Wesley, sitting in front of her and apologizing for his mistakes, Hermione couldn’t focus on a word he was saying. The only thing her mind could understand was Draco. Her eyes continued darting towards the entrance, hoping that he would magically appear on his white horse and sweep her away. ‘Silly girl.’ Her mind said.
“No—it’s not fine.” Wesley stated. “Hermione, I’m sure I’ve caused a lot of conflicts between you and Draco, and I’m very sorry for that. Before this week, I never understood how you two really felt about each other. I wasn’t used to being said no to, and not getting what I wanted. I wanted you, and you were Draco’s.”
Unsure of what to say, Hermione nodded. “You’re forgiven, Wesley.” She said. “Any troubles between Draco and I are our own faults.”
He laughed softly. “Hermione, you’re too kind for your own good.”
“That’s because you caught me on my good day.” She replied, grinning. “If you manage to catch me between the ungodly hours of six to ten, you might just get yourself a mini Voldemort in your hands.”
Wesley’s laughter rang through her ears, momentarily ridding her mind of all thoughts concerning Draco. “You’ve gotten more sarcastic.” He commented.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Oh Merlin, this is all Pansy’s fault. She’s got me talking like her.” She replied. “After a week of non-stop Pansy, she will eventually rub off on you.”
“Draco’s lucky.” He blurted out. “He really is. Why is he not here? I half expected to be shoed away by a grouchy dog protecting his territory.”
She shrugged, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. “Pansy said he won’t be coming today.”
He gave her a bemused look. “Why not?” he asked. “I thought he trailed after you like a lost puppy.”
Hermione laughed. “Don’t be rude, Wesley.” She reprimanded jokingly. “I’m not sure where his is. Things happened, it got complicated, and now I’m leaving.”
Silence fell upon them. In any other situation, the uncomfortable silence would’ve put a damper on Hermione’s mood, but this time, she didn’t even come close to noticing how uncomfortable the silence was. She was too absorbed in her own thoughts to notice Wesley fidgeting in his seat as he stared at her hopelessly. She didn’t notice the longing look in his eyes, along with Ron and Blaise secretly plotting Wesley’s downfall about fifteen feet away from where they were sitting. Hermione was hopelessly and irrevocably lost. The only thing keeping her two feet on the ground was Pansy’s words of wisdom, and her empty flat screaming in the silence. Empty flat = No Draco, that’s how it worked in Hermione’s books.
“So, are you excited?” Wesley asked, clasping his hands together and cutting through the outstandingly long silence. “Are you ready to take on Europe?”
Hermione laughed. “Well, you know me—ready to talk on anything.” She replied. Hermione spaced out, completely ignoring Wesley’s presence. She focused her attention on her friends, watching as Blaise kneeled on the carpeted floor, doing some strange hand motions with his hands while he spoke, in order to amuse Teddy. Pansy stood beside him, hitting him behind his head as she continued reprimanding him for what looked something he was saying to the little boy. Ron was muttering something to Harry, who seemed to be incredibly amused by what Ron was saying, and Ginny and Pansy were laughing together as well. Hermione couldn’t help but notice how happy her friends looked after years of being ‘arch enemies’.
“Hermione, your plane will be leaving soon.” Ginny called, bringing Hermione out of her trance.
“You should go.” Wesley said, before Hermione could speak. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”
Hermione shut her mouth, and smiled at him. “Yeah, you will. Bye Wesley.”
After a couple more casual conversations, and chasing Teddy around the terminal, the time came for Hermione to leave. She gave each and every one of her friends’ final hugs, and made her way into the plane. "Bye." she whispered, turning back after walking past the flight attendant.
She was doing this—she was really doing this. Her bags were packed and loaded on the plan. She had just handed her ticket over, making it unconditionally impossible to turn back. She was past the gate, now saying one final goodbye. All six faces were staring back at her sadly—both Blaise and Ron completely forgetting about the two girls they had been checking out the past fifteen minutes. Blaise raised a hand and halfheartedly waved goodbye, the corners of his lips slightly turning up in a pathetic attempt to smile. He snaked his arm around Pansy’s shoulder out of comfort, drawing his best friend closer. "Bye," Hermione saw Blaise mouth a soft goodbye, and it was the last familiar face she saw before she continued walking into the plane.
As Hermione stared out the window she almost forgot about what she was leaving behind—her friends, her flat, London, and most of all, Draco—and she suddenly felt excited for whatever was waiting for her in Australia. She looked forward to finally completing her training, as well as her chance to finally see the world. She was finally getting what she always wanted—to get out of London, away from her restrictions and confines. She was now on a plane, flying over London and to Australia non-stop. This was it—her chance to live—and yet, once she caught a glimpse of her city planted several hundred feet beneath her, she was nowhere near to being happy. She could no longer find a shred of happiness in her body as the feeling of excitement immediately dissipated as the thought of leaving re-entered her mind.
“You just have to grit your teeth and do it.” Hermione muttered to herself. She earned a strange look from the man who plopped down on the seat beside her. She slowly inched closer to the window, not exactly comfortable with sitting beside a complete stranger. As she moved quickly, she accidentally elbowed the man in the ribs. “Sorry!” she squealed immediately. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
The man glared at her, and inched further away on his seat, trying to be as far from Hermione as possible. ‘This is going to be a long plane ride.’ Hermione thought, sighing sadly.
She suddenly remembered Draco’s unread letter, which was now burning a hole in her purse. She was surprised she didn’t immediate read it the moment she boarded the plane. Slowly, she pulled the letter from her purse, and stared at it for a moment. It was half opened, and a small rip cut the flap in half. ‘Why did he want me to read it when I was on the plane?’ she questioned quietly. ‘Either way—in the airport, or on the airplane, he wouldn’t even be there… Unless—no, it couldn’t be. He didn’t show up.’ Eventually, Hermione opened the envelope, ignoring the already snoring man next to her, and read—
Knowing you, you’re probably very mad at me right now. I apologize for not going to see you off. By the time you read this, you will hopefully be boarded on a plane, heading straight for Australia. Pansy told me everything, just in case you're wondering how I knew. I would have liked to see you once more before you leave, but when I was about to, I realized that I couldn’t do it. Trust me, it is better this way. I've already willed myself to do as you ask and stay put in London, and it would be hard to stray away from this track. I will prove that I am more than capable to take over my father's company, and all these scandals will go away. The reporters, photographers—everything you hate will all be gone by the time you return. I promise you this.
I also want to tell you how deeply sorry I am for the way I have been acting over the past few days. I'm not angry with you, although I wish I were. All I can hope for now is that you will return safely. I know that if I go and see you off, it will be harder for me to let you go.
Hermione, I just wanted to let you know that I honestly don’t give a damn if we're complete opposites. I don’t care if we don’t like the same things, or if we don’t think the same way. I used to hate you, for being everything I never was. But now, I couldn’t be any happier. You're my other half—everything I need to be complete—and I love you for it.
For the past week, I've been staying in the house by the lake—the one that we fixed up. It's beautiful out here; I think you would really like it. During my sleepless nights, I would sit out on the roof and it's amazing. It’d be really nice to live here.
I only have a few favors to ask while you’re gone. Please promise to write, and come back whenever you can. I miss you more than ever, and it will be hard when you are gone. I hope you get to do all the things you always wanted to do.
Have fun touring Europe. Please do not get yourself killed in training.
I'll be waiting.
I love you, and I miss you,
P.S. I’ll actually be there to see you off. You won’t be able to see me—but I’ll be there. Good luck, Granger.
There were several paragraphs and sentences crossed out, and Hermione chuckled sadly, remembering at how terrible Draco was when it came to how he felt. She didn’t even realize she was crying until one of the flight attendants offered her a pack of tissues. In fact, she was sobbing, furiously. Her shoulders were shaking, and her chest was heaving heavily, attempting to fill her lungs with its need for oxygen. She couldn’t remember the last time she ever cried this hard. Pain shot through her body, and she clenched her first tightly, crumbling up the letter in her hands. The tears wouldn’t stop streaming down her face, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t control the sobs that racked through her body.
She really did it—she left. She left Draco behind. She was on a plane, flying to Australia, to start a new chapter in her life, without the man she loves.
The following is a series of letters throughout the year Hermione was touring Europe. Please note that not all the letters are included—and some were left unanswered.
This is the first time I’ve written a letter since Hogwarts when you would constantly pester Ron and I to write to you. I won’t be surprise if Ron barely writes in the next year—you know how he is. Anyway, it’s been about a week and a half since you’ve gone. Things are slowly getting better. I hear from Ginny that Miranda and Pansy almost worked things out, yet Pansy sometimes still can’t stand her. I can’t blame her though. That Miranda is a right nasty piece of work. I can’t believe she’s the Ministers’ daughter.
It was Teddy’s birthday last week. Thank you for the present you sent him, he loved the miniature broom! Ginny wouldn’t let me buy one for him, even though I begged her several times. Now he can finally learn how to play Quidditch! Don’t tell Ginny I said that. She will be very, very angry. I attached a picture from his birthday in this letter. You should have been there. He was asking about you, I don’t think he understood that you won’t be back for a while.
How’s Europe? Send Ginny and I a post-card wherever you go, yeah? She’s been begging me to take her to Rome for years now, but with work and Teddy, we couldn’t manage.
Right, before I forget. I’ve spoken to the Auror Office there in Australia, and I managed to convince them to allow you to finish your training early. If you want to stay in Australia for six months, that’s completely up to you—but after three months, you’re free to go wherever you please! I know, I’m wonderful. No need to thank me! You could have always taken the easy road with Ron and me, you know. But you insisted on taking the entire course. They were happy to let you skip the entire training process you know—since you ARE in fact, THE Hermione Granger, but I told them that you wouldn’t like that. Their letter is somewhere in this envelope too—feel free to read it, although I’m sure they’ll notify you when you attend your next training session.
Hey, I heard that in Australia—the toilet flushes the other way, is that true?
HI AUNT HERMIONE!
P.S. That was Teddy.
You will never guess what happened. Theo proposed! I’m bloody engaged! Can you believe it?! It happened just last night when he took me out for dinner. I completely messed up his proposal though. He was about to bring it in a glass of champagne, but another man just proposed to his girlfriend in the table beside ours, and I told him how cheesy it was, and then bam. There goes his proposal. He ended up proposing in a park. He tripped over the roots of the trees, and the box just fell out of his pocket and rolled to my feet. Then it just sort of happened. Can you believe it?! I’m engaged! I never thought that this would happen.
The wedding will be sometime around next year when you return. You would’ve been my maid of honor, but you won’t be here for the preparation—so I’ll have to make you a brides’ mate. It’s so much more exciting planning your own wedding—you’ll love it. Soon enough, you’ll be back in London planning your own wedding with Draco. Don’t try and denying it, Hermione—I know you two will eventually get married.
Speaking of Draco, give the guy a break. He’s been asking me every day if I heard some news from you, and I’m forced to lie to him because you won’t write back! I understand how hard it is, but you can’t manage to write a small little note just for him? He’s literally going insane over here. I don’t think he’s ever stopped thinking about you. Each time I’m with him, he’s always spaced out and everything. He’s gotten better, but I think that’s just time talking. It’s been about seven months since you left, so I guess it’s a good thing that he’s not moping around everywhere anymore. I think by the time he hits a year without you, he’ll be able to actually live life and have fun again.
He’s been doing great by the way. Even though he refuses to tell you anything about his life now, we all know that he’s really excited for you to see his progress. He’s due to take over Malfoy Corp. in about two or three months when Lucius finally steps down. The reporters have been off his back lately, and he’s really showed the world that he matured—you know? He’s still the same old Draco, but he puts on this face to the public that just makes them all love him. You’d really be proud of him if you could see him. I didn’t have to scold him once in the past five months!
Blaise has gotten a new girlfriend—what a shocker. (Note my sarcasm). Ever since Daphne, he’s been dating non-stop. I think one night, he even managed to go out with five different girls in the same night, in the same restaurant, and none of those girls even knew about it. I think he’s influenced Ron as well. They go out to drink after work about three or four nights a week. Sometimes Theo goes along, and the things they do—you don’t even want to know.
The picture you sent me of Greece is BEAUTIFUL. Maybe Theo and I should spend our honeymoon in Greece. It’s absolutely gorgeous. The beeches look so relaxing. I’ve talked Ginny into going over to visit you in two weeks. So expect us to show up in your fireplace sometime soon once you’ve settled into your little cottage—was that what it was?
Blaise insisted on telling Draco that we managed to connect your fireplace in Greece to our floo network—you know, since you settled down there and everything. But I after the silence between you two, I think it will mess with his head even more. If I tell him, I have a feeling that I’m going to find him pacing back and forth in front of his fireplace deciding if he should go see you or not. It will make things harder for him, and I don’t want Draco going through that whole phase again. He almost let it slip, Blaise did. When Draco was over at his flat, your owl came to Blaise and Draco recognized it. He almost told Draco that you had been keeping contact with Blaise as well. Fortunately, Ron showed up that very moment and took the letter from Blaise, saying that it was his.
You should really consider flooing back here for a while. Don’t you miss London? I’ve seen Teddy a few times in the past week. He’s gotten really big! Come by for a little reunion! Don’t give me any of that ‘it will be hard to leave again if I see any of you guys again’!
Anyway. When Ginny and I go over there, brace yourself for some shopping. We’ll get you a whole new wardrobe! Oh it will be wonderful.
See you soon!
If Pansy read your letter to me, she would be shaking her head at you at this very moment. Seriously, Blaise—SIX women in ONE night? Pansy told me about the time you took five women out to dinner, but REALLY? SIX?! How did you manage to pull that off? Oh please, at least tell me that you didn’t take ALL SIX of them home with you that night. And please tell me that Ron wasn’t with you.
I think you should give Daphne another shot. She seems really genuine with her apology. And stop calling her ‘The blob’! I still don’t understand where you came up with that name. It wouldn’t hurt to date her again, you know. Since Daphne, you’ve gone out with literally, countless of women—so what would one more old flame hurt? Pansy would agree with me!
Blaise, you know why I can’t tell Draco. Parting was already so hard—I don’t want to have to do it a second time. I rather just do it once, and never have to do it again, regardless of the fact that I will be able to see him again. You know I miss him—I really do. I love Draco, and I wish I had the courage to tell him that before I left. It’s too late now—about eight months too late. But I will tell him when I return, I promise. Is he angry with me? It was hard to ignore all his letters. He wrote to me every day for seven months. Sometimes twice a day when he was feeling lonely. I tried to ignore them, and once I almost wrote back. If we speak again, I won’t be able to stop myself from flooing back there and never coming back.
Greece is wonderful. I decided to spend my last few months here. I rented a cottage by the beach, and it’s beautiful. Pansy and Ginny have been over here for three days, and it was great. You should come by sometime and bring Ron and Harry with you. You guys would love the Wizarding Alley they have here. There’s a massive store filled with all things Quidditch. They even have a mini Pitch inside the store! It’s hidden somewhere, and not all Wizards get the chance to visit. Come by someday, and I’ll take you guys along!
I think you’ll like the Netherlands as well. You’re the only one I’ve met that has a likeness for old castles. I visited hundreds of them in the past few months, and they’re all so wonderful. One of them almost looked like Hogwarts, except for the little torturing chamber they had in the dungeons…
Anyway. I must go—I’ve got an appointment with a friend. Have fun on your date!
P.S. One woman at a time, Blaise. I’m serious!
WHAT IS THIS I HEAR FROM BLAISE ABOUT A DATE? WHY DO I HAVE TO HEAR IT FROM BLAISE? WRITE BACK IMMEDIATELY! I WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THIS GREEK GUY!
P.S. I’ve sent over your brides’ mate dress! You’ll love it!
Talk to Malfoy! He’s moping around and Blaise and I are sick and tired of it! We’ve tried getting him to come to a pub or a club with us, but he would budge! Talk to the poor guy, please.
And tell me about this date you have. Blaise and I have been wondering what’s been going on with you. You haven’t written back to either of us in a while.
I can’t wait to see you! Keep safe.
Ginny says Hi. So does Harry.
YOU’RE COMING BACK IN TWO DAYS. I CAN’T WAIT! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH. Come over to the Burrow the moment you return, you got that? Blaise and Ron will pick you up at the airport—I still don’t understand why you insist on riding a plane back and forth. Anyway, they will pick you up. Harry wanted to go along, but he had something going on at the Ministry, and he couldn’t get out of it. He’ll see you when you get to the Burrow though.
I CAN’T WAIT. YOU’LL FINALLY BE BACK HERE IN LONDON! Have a safe flight.
Pansy Parkinson & Theodore Nott
Request the honor of your presence
As we exchange marriage vows
And celebrate our new life together
Wednesday, November 17th
You of course, will be joining me for my bachelorette party the night before!
Pleasant Leaf Bank
8:30 PM, Tuesday
Good luck Babe, you know I’m rooting for you
There’s been a change of plans. I’m halfway to London right now. I had to stop in Thailand to change my flight. I’ll be returning on Monday night, around six. How about I meet all you guys at Pansy’s wedding? I’ll see you on Tuesday for Pansy’s bachelorette party. I have something that I need to take care of. Tell the guys thanks, but I’ll find my way around myself. I’ll see them maybe later that night. If you’re wondering, ask Blaise—he’ll explain everything.
Authors Note: hi guys! here's the next chapter! there's no appearance of draco, i know D: but there is that letter! Draco will be in the next chapter though :)
i know most of you are rather disappointed that hermione is leaving, but she WILL be back next chapter. her leaving is important concerning the plot. the next chapter is about 2/5's written. school started so updates will be slower than before. we're almost done guys!
so tell me what you guys thought about this :) what do you think the last few letters were about? especially the one from Blaise? any thoughts? questions? suggestions? don't be afraid to leave them in a review! :) & how do you guys like what's happening with the rest of the group? (meaning pansy, blaise, ron, ginny, harry etc) and what about Wesley? Are you guys all happy that he finally backed down? don't you wish Miranda would do that too? xD what do you guys think will happen in the next chapter? :) it's the third to last chapter, (this is ending on the 26th one). any thoughts?
here's a little treat for you guys. Preview for Chapter Twenty-Four
In return, she glared at him. “You’re just doing this to spite me, you insufferable arse.” She snapped, throwing the closes dishrag at his face. “How did you go from Daphne Greengrass—who is, mind you, a very bright and intelligent woman—to this girl who can’t even spell her own name?”
“It’s not her fault she has a name she can’t spell.” Blaise pointed out, placing a piece of cake in his mouth.
Pansy sighed, and shut her eyes tightly. “Her name is Anne.” She told him through gritted teeth.
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