Fuck.
Not like that, you twat.
Do we appreciate the beauty of this word enough? When something goes right, FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK yeah. When something goes terribly wrong fuck. When your best friend is making out with your boyfriend fUcK. When someone has an epic comeback FUCK! One word, so many connotations.
Hermione only just learnt to appreciate the beauty of this over-used word. Many would say, its the wrong time to admire the beauty of the English language, when your ass is on fire.
No, literally ON FIRE. Don't worry, someone will help her out.
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When something goes terribly wrong, you expect the world to mourn with you. But the sun remains as cheerful as ever, and the birds keep flying. No one cares. And Hermione Granger was about to learn this the hard way.
"Fuck."
Voldemort had won.
The boy-who-would-never-die died. Ron was missing. And Hermione was alone. And cold. And hiding.
"survive .survive . .", she kept repeating to herself.
So you could safely say that Hermione, the brains of the trio, mudblood extraordinaire, was fucked. Incredibly, deeply fucked.
"Every drop of magical blood wasted….", a voice boomed in the background.
And she just closed her eyes, and let it be.
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note: sorry about the super short chapter, I swear the next ones are longer. This is basically the worst time for me to start a story, but what can I say, finals get all my creative juices flowing. Anyway you should have seen the look on my mom's face when she peeked into my laptop. She said and I quote, "You have hardly typed 4 lines and 2 lines out of that was just you swearing." accompanied by a lot of shade because i really gotta study. So until next time! Tell me what you think!