Harmione One Shots

My dreams have all come true

Summary: She was good at disappearing. It took him almost three years to find her. Took him another eight months to gain enough courage to approach her, really approach her. Or in which Harry tries to reconnect with the ghosts of his past.

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGranger

All credit goes to Lorcas_Girl on Ao3

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She was good at disappearing. It took him almost three years to find her. Took him another eight months to gain enough courage to approach her, really approach her. So here he was, in an old Turkish muggle bar at midnight watching his best friend drinking in the darkest corner.

He knew her, still the same Hermione but different at the same time: some wrinkles here and there, tamer hair and something that he couldn't quite identify, but her brown eyes and freckles... her smile and mannerisms, her.

He wouldn't feel proud to admit that he's been following her, spying on her, learning her habits, her routines. He knows that every Monday she goes jogging in the park two blocks from her flat; that has a degree in English literature and works in a newspaper covering the cultural section; that has ginger cat called Perrault; that every Friday after work she goes to that bar and stay there for two hours. He knows that her parents are in Australia and that she has no contact with them. He knows she left and never tried to see him again.

He knows he let her go and that didn't look for her before and now it is probably too late.

He knows it's probably not fair, but he's hurt. At the end of the day, she left.

So here he was, a few steps away from her, fighting the urge to hold her and afraid of her rejection. The lights are dim but colorful, her face's being lit up by shades ranging from red to purple. The bar is small and even though it's Friday not many people are drinking, few couples are dancing and in fact everyone seems bored.

By that time the bartenders already knew him. He wishes he could have some firewhiskey, instead he orders the same drink he's been ordering for eight months, it's not strong enough.

She's about to leave, tired of the long day, working and arguing with the editor for permission to publish the ceasefire article that she knows is more important than the one he's asking for. Of course, she's about to leave when a bartender approaches her with a drink she didn't order, telling her is from the gentleman in the other corner.

Eyes wide open when she sees him. Darker and sharper green eyes, mature features, day-old beard and a wiser look. He looks handsome, she thinks, fucking handsome, came to her mind before she could even realize. The bartender interrupts her thoughts, and she almost refuses the drink he offers when Harry stands up and slowly, so slowly, goes and stands next to her.

She's nervous, he thinks, she doesn't want me here, he adds feeling a knot in his stomach. And of course, she's nervous, it's been ten years since she saw him, he was smaller and, actually, nothing is left of that boy with glasses and innocent look, in front of her is a man, tall and towering. Her mouth is already dry.

He can see it, her mind working fast assimilating what is happening, and he can lie to himself and think he knows her, but the truth is that this woman in front of him is very different that the old girl he remembered. The knot in his stomach getting bigger. Probably this was a mistake, a terrible mistake, should've left her alone, should've respected her decisions, stayed away from her as she wanted.

No. No. No.

"I promised it's a good drink", is the first thing that came out of his mouth. "Maybe not strong enough", the bartender looks at each other, perhaps making sure that he is not bothering her, after a slight nod from her, he put the cup in the table and goes away.