I do not own all of the characters of this story, some belong to J.K.Rowling. I own the ones you do not recognise. Hope you like it!

Prologue

Pulling away was a sixteen-year-old girl, she looked at the person in front of her. She couldn't say anything so she apologised in her brown eyes. She then turned and ran. How could she of let this happen? Her bushy brown hair flowed behind her as she ran. Tears forming in her eyes she stopped running and turned to face the boy. He was standing there staring at her but not actually seeing her. Ashamed of everything that had happened the girl ran into the school building.

The boy watched her leave but did not turn away once she was gone. He continued to stare but wasn't taking any of the sightings in; all he could see was the girl's eyes, the horror in them. He had just done a terrible stupid thing; he had just kissed his best friend. Finally his gaze left the area and moved to the lake he was standing by. He looked at his reflection and sighed. His messy black hair was messier then usual and his green eyes stared back at him, full of guilt. He felt hopeless.

Chapter 1

Hermione Granger walked along the corridors of the school not knowing where to go or what to do. Three days ago something terrible had happened and she couldn't concentrate on her schoolwork because of it. All of the teachers wondered what was up as she was always the perfect student, she wouldn't tell them, not ever. Sighing Hermione turned the corner, she was supposed to be going to the hospital wing after being excused from Transfiguration, but that was not where she was going.

How did this happen? How did I get it to this stage? How could he kiss me? These were only some of the things going through this sixteen year olds mind. She looked at all the portraits on the wall and almost wished that this boarding school wasn't hogwarts and the portraits didn't speak. She really needed to talk to someone but a portrait wouldn't have done fine. Suddenly Hermione had a great idea, an idea that made her smile, even though she was sad.

Running Hermione went into the common room and up into her dormitory, she grabbed a plain piece of parchment and her quill and began to write a letter to her muggle best friend who went to a school in Kent. They used to write to each other often but then the letters became fewer and then they stopped. Halfway through her letter she stopped having second thoughts. After quite a while she shrugged and continued writing, talking to her was better than talking to anyone else. She re-read her letter and checked her spelling.

Dear Tanya,

I know we haven't spoken in ages but I don't know who else to turn to. Something bad has happened, at least I think it's bad, Harry kissed me. You know the one I told you about. I don't know how I feel about him and it's killing me. I really need some advice and quick. I don't know what else to do. I hope you can help me.

Hermione xxx

Hermione folded it in half and placed it in an envelope, she then sealed it. She turned the envelope over and wrote the address on the front. Clutching the letter she walked out of the dormitory and to the owerly where the owls were. She tied the letter to one of the owls and let it out of the window and then went back to class even though she knew Harry would be there. She would just have to act like nothing had happened but how could she?

When she entered the classroom every eye was on her including Harry's. She didn't look at him, she couldn't. She ignored everyone as she sat down in her seat next to Harry. She pulled out her book and tried to concentrate on her work but it was hard when all you can hear is whispers around the classroom. One voice though, one voice startled her.

"I'm sorry" Harry said to her. Hermione didn't know what to do. She stared straight ahead as if she hadn't heard him but all she could hear was his voice repeating those two words in her head. She closed her eyes but not even that worked, Why was his voice so charming? Why did those words mean a lot to her? she opened her eyes and then turned to face Harry.

"No I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." Hermione started but got interrupted by the romantic voice of Harry.

"Don't be sorry, it was my fault, I didn't mean for it to happen," he said looking Hermione in the eyes.

"What you sorry about Harry?" a voice spoke, a voice Hermione had completely forgotten about. Her other best friend Ron. She looked at him and then at Harry signalling him not to tell Ron.

"Oh I erm... I fell over Harry's foot" she lied, it was a lame lie and she knew it but it was the first thing that came into her head. She hoped Ron would believe her but she wasn't so sure. Ron looked at the two oddly but said nothing and then he turned back and did his work. Hermione didn't know why she didn't remember about Ron, he was so handsome with his bright red hair but she did have a lot of things on her mind. She took one more glance at them both and then went back to her work.

Concentrating on her work was, if possible, harder then before. She tried not to think about Harry and Ron but it was extremely difficult. She just about managed to finish her work but she knew it wasn't at the high standard it usually was. Sighing Hermione stood up and handed her work to her professor, she then picked up her bag and walked out of class.

Lunch was the worst for Hermione, Harry wanted to talk to her one on one and Ron kept on asking questions. Why can't they just leave me alone? Why doesn't Ron understand that I'm not going to answer his questions! Why did this have to happen? Hermione thought things like this through the whole meal, after which she looked at Ron and Harry and then stood up, "I need to be alone" she said then walked out of the dining hall in a stress.

Hermione was confused now, she didn't know how she felt about Harry but to make things worse, her old feelings for Ron were slowly creeping into the picture. Did she love them both? Did she love one and not the other? Did she love neither? Hermione did not know the answers to any of these questions. Why does love have to be so confusing? That was the only thought that kept popping into her head, love was the most confusing thing in the world yet it also made you the happiest in the world. It was all just to complicated.

A bell rang through the school indicating the end of lunch. Hermione did not feel much like going to her next lesson, one because she would have to see both Ron and Harry and two because she wouldn't be able to concentrate anyway, so she stayed where she was, sitting in a tree near the lake. Losing her grip, Hermione fell from the tree and hit her head on the floor. Blood was coming out of her head staining the grass. She started to feel dizzy and then everything went black and she fell unconscious.

I hope you like it! Please review so I know what you think. The next chapter is already written but needs to be written!