Prologue
Ron's fingers were digging horribly into her shoulder blades. She knew it was supposed to be an encouraging gesture, but Ron just didn't know how much he was hurting her. Oh well, her pain was a small price to pay, knowing full well how much she was hurting him in return.
A serious expression marred his freckly face, a complete contrast to what she knew of Ron. He was not acting lazy, lethargic or languid, traits that he was infamous for and labelled ever since First Year. Instead, he was behaving incredibly solemn, incredibly sombre, an experience she was not used to. Perhaps she could have dealt with a miserable Harry, but not with a miserable Ron.
He lifted his hands from her shoulders – thank Merlin! – and, almost hesitantly, he trailed his nails up and down her cheek, before letting his arms fall to his sides entirely. Despite the fact they had been going out for a over a year, he was still awkward with her.
"Are you-" he stopped, here, biting his lower lip worriedly, before quickly correcting himself, "You will be okay, won't you?"
His face was still burned in her mind. She could still see him; see his golden-coloured eyes, his bronze-coloured hair, and his pale, deathly face. She could almost hear him; his low, rough voice, commenting how stupid she was acting, how stupid she had behaved. She could touch him, as well; touch his cold, cold skin, and touch his smooth, red lips. As she opened her eyes, what lay before her now was a small, cramped grey room, and what filled her nose was a horrible, wet smell. She could feel blood, her blood, which had seeped out from her wrists and had dried, due to the shackles they were hung in.
She smiled at him, just as forced and as plastic as you would expect to see those cheesy grins plastered on models in posters. "Of course I will be fine, Ronald. After all, it is my plan I am executing, is it not, and when has my plan ever failed me?"
After all, she was not lying. Her plans always worked, and this one will be no different. Her reassurance calmed down Ron somewhat, and he offered her a shy, small smile. "What am I saying?" he said, with an embarrassed chuckle, "Hermione Granger never fails!"
But she had. And now, as the door to her prison opened, Hermione Granger was going to suffer the consequences.
A/N: I have read many Edward/Harry stories, and I was like, what about Hermione/Edward? As you can see, this won't strictly follow either the plots in the Harry Potter series or in Twilight. Hope you have enjoyed the prologue.