Only you

HERMIONE'S JOURNEY

''I guess you'll be back soon'' said the boy who was next to her as a question, he was lying on the bed where Hermione had scattered all the belongings that she would take with her for the trip.

Still distracted, packing her things and making sure everything was in her little bag, Hermione answered distantly.

"In four months Maximum" She answered still distracted, without paying much attention to her answer, because she was concentrating, trying to make sure she didn't forget anything of importance. She was already stuffing the last of her items into her little bag, the expandable charm on it making it extremely handy.

"But you will send me owls, right?" asked the boy, his ocher hair, somewhat long, partially covering his face. At first, Hermione had found that somewhat attractive in him, but it was somewhat annoying that repetitive movement of his hand to remove him from her eyes.

"When I have time" Hermione clarified, rolling her eyes as she realized that she was missing the little vial of dittany she always carried with her, it was something she carried more out of precaution than necessity, but being prepared was something she had carried since the war and that made her feel safe. So, he put down his suitcase and went downstairs to her little lab.

It was easy to know where it was, anyone else would have been confused by so many little bottles, they all looked identical to each other and with so much work that goes into preparing a trip, Hermione hadn't had time to properly label the vials containing the potions that filled the wall. from his makeshift lab in the studio. Fortunately for her, it was extremely easy to recognize the content of each of the vials with a simple glance. After defeating Voldemort and everything that had happened during her months as a fugitive, she realized the immense amount of knowledge that she needed to acquire, which is why she approached professor Slughorn and had studied some extra potions courses with him. The old master, not to mention the benefit he got from the Half-Blood Prince's old book.

Once she had the bottle of dittany, she retraced her steps to where her little bag and her boyfriend were. But only his belongings were found in the room, there was no trace of Ethan anywhere.

At times like these Hermione wondered what she was doing sharing her life with a guy like that, they had only been together for a few months, but Hermione didn't feel that whatever it was between them would work, although Hermione found it physically attractive, the attraction did not go beyond that. There were no feelings involved, at least not on her part.

He looked around again to make sure one last time that he wasn't leaving anything he was going to need in Germany, he was going to be there on ministry business. Although Voldemort's reign of terror had ended years ago and she and those she loved had been able to live in relative calm since Harry had succeeded in killing that snake-faced maniac, what he and his followers had done for decades left remnants all over the world. the wizarding community in Europe and now it was the job of the survivors to clean up the messes the dark lord's passing had left behind.

Suddenly his gaze was caught by a particular corner of his room, where there were hundreds of things, neatly arranged. Of course, most of these objects were books, it wouldn't be her room otherwise, but she also had many photographs. They were images of herself, which her mother had decided to place there with great affection, of her family, of trips she had made, some of Hogwarts and with her classmates.

He fondly remembered how after the war, with the help of Harry and Ron, they had managed to restore their memories to their parents and they had decided to return home to London. He had been so happy to find them okay and to have been able to restore their memory. At first they were a little upset, but Harry defended her and thanked them for raising such a brave daughter with such good values, thanks to whom he and many people had survived. Her shocked parents hugged her tightly, giving thanks to whatever superior strength Hermione had made it as well.