CHAPTER 2: Where Will You Go?

Due to many requests, this fic is going to be continued. And yes, the rest will be based on songs.

SONG:

"Where Will You Go"(Reprise)

You're too important for anyone
You play the role of all you long to be
But I, I know who you really are
You're the one who cries when you're alone

[Chorus:
But where will you go
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can't escape
You can't escape

You think that I can't see right through your eyes
Scared to death to face reality
No one seems to hear your hidden cries
You're left to face yourself alone

[Chorus:
But where will you go (where will you go)
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can't escape
The truth
I realize you're afraid (I realize)
But you can't abandon everyone
You can't escape
You don't want to escape

I'm so sick of speaking words that no one understands
Is it clear enough that you can't live your whole life all alone?
I can hear you when you whisper
But you can't even hear me screaming

[Chorus:
Where will you go (where will you go)
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can't escape
The truth
I realize you're afraid (I realize)
But you can't reject the whole world
You can't escape
You won't escape
You can't escape
You don't want to escape

STORY:

They would have been far from here by now but each had their own hangups. Their friends. What would they say to the only people who supported their relationship? 'We've decided to leave forever. Sorry.'

They now had Blaise Zabini, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley sitting in their living room.

"Okay, umm...we have something to tell you." The others looked expectant as Harry spoke. "We've decided that England isn't safe for the two of us anymore."

"Everytime Har goes out, I worry that he won't come home. That some Death Eater who hasn't been arrested will hurt or kill him."

"And everytime Dray goes out, I worry that he won't come home. I worry that the Ministry will have finally gotten around to arresting him. Even though he's innocent."

"That's why we've decided to leave, to escape. We're leaving the Wizarding world and England."

They sat in silence for a while while their friends tried to process what they had just been told. Hermione was the first to get over the shock.

"But...where will you go? You think anywhere in Europe is safe? Even Muggle cities? There's nowhere for you to go! Just stay here! We'll protect you."

"Hermione, no. We can't stay here. We know Europe isn't safe. That's why we're going to America."

"We've figured it all out. There's a small town where we think it's safe. It's a Muggle town so we wouldn't be persecuted for who we are as wizards. And there's also more people like...us. So we could openly admit our relationship."

Ron looked downcast. It was true, Harry had wanted to make that relationship public for some time now. And Ron had had to talk him out of it because he knew the Ministry would see it as a weakness and pounce on all of them. "Are you sure? Is this really what you think you have to do?"

"Man, this is fucked up! You shouldn't have to move to America. Fucking Muggle America no less!"

"Blaise, can you please try not to curse? It's a horrid habit," Hermione replied rather crossly. "Running away won't solve anything."

"But you're wrong! It will solve everything! It'll give the Ministry a chance to calm down and give us a chance to get everything together."

"No. The answer is no. I won't let you guys do this."

"Mione? They're adults, we should let them decide for themselves what they do with their lives."

This earned Ron a rather frightening glare from Hermione and he sunk into the couch a little under her gaze.
"No, Ronald. I will not allow them to go. They can simply, stay with us, until this blows over."

"You don't get it Hermione." Harry said in a harsher tone. "If we stay here, this won't blow over."

"And it will if you run?" She snapped back.

Draco and Harry both sighed. It seemed as though Ron was the only one being mature . . .

"He's right, you know." Bliase said, his eyes not betraying his feelings. "This won't just stop. Draco, I can't control your life. If this is what you want to do then . . . I'm happy for you."

Draco nodded giving him a sad smile. Hermione didn't say anything. She looked up at them, her gaze suddenly cold. "You're not leaving." She said.

"That's out of your hands, Granger." Draco said calmly.

She muttered something under her breath and Harry and Draco found themselves unable to move. They were bound to each other.

"If you want to be together, go ahead. You can spend the rest of eternity together, but you are not leaving." She said strictly.

"You can't stop them from going." Blaise said angrily.

"The hell I can't." she yelled. She quickly drew her wand and, before anyone could react had cast two Locomotor Mortis spells on Harry and Draco. "You two are staying here until you get some sense into your heads."

"We are in our right minds, you're just out of yours!" Draco yelled, still struggling against the spells cast on them.

"Umm...Mione? You can't keep them under house-arrest for the rest of their lives," Ron said cautiously, obviously afraid of Hermione's wrath.

"I don't plan on it, just until they come to their senses."

Harry stopped struggling, knowing he wouldn't be able to break Hermione's curse. Draco looked confused at Harry's submission to being held captive.

Harry gave Draco an apologetic glance. It was his idea to invite Hermione in the first place. "It's no use struggling, Dray. We both know that we can't break out of this curse. We shouldn't waste our energy." He turned to Hermione. "I thought you were our friend. I thought you would accept our decision no matter what it was! You're no better than the Ministry!" To emphasize his point, he spat at Hermione's feet. "How can she do this to us? I never would've thought she'd do something like this!"

Hermione glared at him. "It's for your own good. You two are just a little shaken up right now, but you'll see that this is for the best."

"I doubt that," Draco spat.

Hermione waved her wand once more and Harry and Draco fell into deep unconsciousness.