((A/N/: Hello everyone. It has been many moons since I last posted a story on here. And that story wasn't very good. I don't even want to say the name, in fear that it might jinx this one. If anyone wonders, I use to go by Theforgottenravenclaw1985, but before that it was FredWeasleysgurl4Ever. I hope everyone who reads this story like it. It isn't much right now, but it's a W.I.P. And as always, R&R PLEASE?))
Disclaimer: Lets put it this way, if it was in the books, or a person in the books I no own. Get it? Got it. Good!
Hermione Jane Granger, age 20, stood in a snow-covered field. A look of shook covered her face and tears were in her eyes.
The snow was still falling around her, and was in her hair, and yet Hermione didn't seem phased by it. In fact it was almost as if she didn't even notice. Truth be told, she didn't care. There was something far more important going on in her life right then.
The man who she loved with her whole heart and had been with since the end of the war had just left her. And he didn't even have the guts to give her a good reason.
They had been together for a little under two years. In fact, in just three short months it would have been two years. Everyone had always told her how lucky she was, and everything.
Yet, in the end, luck had nothing to do with it. Fate couldn't have even stopped the man from walking away. In the end, he wanted out and there was nothing Hermione could do about it.
He had been like that even back in their Hogwarts' days. Always trying to save the people around him, and never thinking about himself. But this time, it was only for him, and no one else.
Hermione slowly reached up and brushed away a single tear. She tightened her scarf, turned and started to walk away.
The snow started to fall faster by then, and the two sets of footsteps leading towards the field were almost gone.
She shivered, wrapped her arms around herself and headed for the Hogshead.
She needed a stiff drink, and needed it FAST!!!
Hermione walked in, went straight over to the bar, got a bottle of fire whiskey, a shoot glass and tried to find a table with no one else at it.
It seemed to her, that a lot of people were there that night, trying to forget why they even came in the first place.
She threw a quick glance, and found that she didn't see anyone she knew, right away. That was a good thing, or at least that's what Hermione Granger thought.
During her quick glance around the old pub, she noticed a table way in the back, that didn't look like anyone was there. So Hermione made her way over there and sat down.
Little did she know what the night had in store for her. For you see fate will only show itself once it feels ready to do so. And right then, it didn't want to.
((A/N/: So . . . what did you guys think of it? Did you like it? Did you hate it? Do you want more? Do you want me to burn what I have left and start a new? Please tell me so I know what to do next. Thanks again for reading.))