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The Best of Me


by -> papermask
Reviews (67) | Updated : 24/03/08 | Published : 24/12/07 | Romance/Angst | Rating: PG13
This chapter was posted on: 24/03/08
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2 Days Later



Hermione Granger lightly opened her eyes and smiled. She was in Australia. She had left all of the bad things behind her, at least, for the moment. She had three wonderful weeks to collect her feelings before she would head home for Christmas. She wasn't going to pass up a chance to see her children before they headed back to Hogwarts. She also wanted a chance to give some sort of explanation as to why she left for Australia. Would she tell them the full story? Probably not.

Hermione knew that the reason she left was between her and Harry. She couldn't stay in England for another second - she had to get away. It was all too overwhelming. Not only had she professed her love for Harry, but she had possibly ruined what was left of their friendship. Hermione groaned. Why had she put herself in this place? Why couldn't she just keep her big mouth shut? Well, what happened had indeed happened, and Hermione was going to try and forget about it. At least, for three weeks. Hermione took her time getting out of bed and showering. She knew exactly what she wanted to do. Since her parents' home was on the beach front, Hermione thought she would take a calm walk on the shore, and maybe look for a good book shop. This was exactly what she needed, and for once in a very, very long time, Hermione felt at peace.



Harry Potter lay awake in his bed. He summoned a clock. It was late. Very late. Yet, he had not slept a wink. This would be Hermione's second day in Australia. Harry had wanted to follow her there as soon as he heard the news from Ron. However, he recalled the conversation he had with Luna and Ron after he had told them his plan.

"I have to go after her. I have to stop her," Harry said. He forced any rogue tears down. Ron seemed like he was about to agree, when Luna spoke up.

"Harry, you musn't go after her. At least, not yet," Luna sighed. Harry and Ron looked at her like she had three heads.

"Of course I have to go after her! She can't just leave....I mean....", Harry trailed off. Luna looked at him simpathetically.

"Hermione needs space. She needs time to think. She didn't tell us what happened between you two, but it was obviously detremental enough for her to need to leave. Whatever her reasons are, you have to respect them. Besides, she said she'd be home for Christmas. But until then, you have to let her go, Harry. You must let her go," Luna finished. Ron sighed and grabbed Luna's hand. She smiled sweetly at him, then turned to look at Harry.

Harry looked at both of them, then hung his head. He knew she was right.

Harry rolled over in his bed. He looked at his wife, sleeping soundly next to him. There was a point where Harry might have loved her. Maybe. If that point had existed at all. But now....now he could barely bring himself to like her. He and Ginny had constant rows, ever increasing. They had grown apart, though they never were fully together. In a sense, it was like she didn't know him at all. All Ginny knew, even after all these years, was the "famous Harry Potter. She never knew the real, plain Harry. Hermione knew that Harry. Hermione had always known him. Harry sighed. He knew he no longer loved Ginny. He wasn't ready face the truth of who he loved.



Hermione walked along the beach. The warm air blew through her hair. She closed her eyes and welcomed the feeling of freedom. As she opened her eyes, Hermione noticed a man staring at her. He had sandy brown hair with blue eyes, and was probably six feet tall. She gave him a quick smile and expected him to smile in return, then turn away. However, he simply stared at her. This made Hermione uncomfortable. She almost apparated out of the area, then remembered that she was on muggle land. Hermione smiled once more at him, and turned around. Luckily, he didn't follow her.

Once Hermione was at a safe distance with no muggles around, she apparated back to her Australian home. After quickly washing off her sandy feet, she grabbed a pair of shoes and headed to the shops. She knew she had brought a couple books to read, but it had been a long time since she had read any muggle books, and she welcomed the idea. Hermione walked out of her home and down the street. The air was filled with beahc-like business. Not too far from her home was a small fish market, then a few tourist stops. Finally, after rounding a few corners, Hermione found a book store called 'St. Thomas's Literature'. She smiled and walked inside. A little door bell rang, and a small, elderly gentlemen looked up from behind the counter. He began to speak, his voice thick with an Australian accent.

"Welcome to St. Thomas's Literature. Is there anything you're looking for in particular?", he asked nicely. Hermione shook her head.

"No, I was just browsing, thanks," she said sweetly. As he heard he accent, the old man straitened up and smiled.

"English, correct?," he asked. Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"Yes, you're correct. I'm on a short vacation."

"Where are you staying, if you don't miond me asking?"

"I don't mind. I'm staying on Silver Street, off of Highland? You know, near the shore?"

"Ah, lovely scenery. Well, I hope you enjoy your stay. Feel free to look around."

Hermione smiled and nodded her head. After looking through the bookstore for around half an hour, Hermione came up to counter. She purchased a small detective novel. When she was almost ready to go, something glinting in the sun caught her eye. It was a small metal chain hanging off of a plain yellow bookmark. At the end of the chain was a simple cross. Now, Hermione had never had a specified religion, but she had always bvelieved in God. For some reason, she felt compelled to purchase the bookmark as well. So, on a spur of the moment, she did. Hermione walked home and wrapped herself up on the couch. She began to read. And, for some reason, she felt happier than she had since she had come to Australia.



Okay, so I know the last part seemed a bit tacked on, but I like to work God into all of my stories. If you have a problem with that, I respect your views, but I please ask you to not flame me because of mine. Thanks so much for reading. :)
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