AN: This is a songfic, but I'm not going to add in lyrics. It is roughly based off of the song 'Almost Lover' by A Fine Frenzy Hope you like this.

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or the song Almost Lover, but you should definitely listen to that song, it is sad, but a really good song.

Hermione walked, barefooted throught puddles along the ground. She wore a thin white dress that went to her knees, and her hair hung loosely over her shoulders and down to her waist. She walked through water outside of Hogwarts, and wasn't cold, despite the temperatur of fourty degrees farenheight. She was already cold on the inside, having lost the one she truly loved.

A couple of days ago, Draco had yelled at her, telling her they couldn't be together. He wasn't good enough for her, all of the cliche 'It's not you, it's me.' and how he needed to protect her. He said he loved her enough to let her go, and he needed to be with Pansy or Astoria or Daphne, because that would keep them both safe.

Flashback

"Hermione, we can't be together." Draco whispered to her. She looked up, almost expecting him to laugh, or show some sign that this was a joke, but no giggle came, no smirk was worn upon his face, nor was there a hint of a smile. Her eyes went wide, and she couldn't believe this was happening.

"You're...you're breaking up with me?" she said in a small voice. He looked at her as if he was about to cry, and let his precious tears brim over, but no tear fell upon his flawless face.

"It would be better for both of us. If you stay with me, I cannot guarantee that you will be safe with me." he told her, holding her hand and looking into her eyes. She felt her eyes sting with tears.

"But...you said you loved me, more than anything else. You told me I was your Gryffindor princess. How can you just let everything go?" she asked him. He looked at her, and his eyes watered, threatening to spill over.

"I do, and I love you enough to let you go so you can be safe. I will never forget the love we have, but we have to go our seperate ways to stay safe." he told her, a tear finally spilling over. She wanted so bad for him to be happy, but did he want the same for her?

"I'm safe with you." Hermione told him.

"No, you are not safe with me." he growled. Tears flowed out of Hermione's eyes and sobs wracked through her body.

"Yes I am, I am safe and happy with you. If you want me to be happy, you wont do this." she whispered, not wanting him to hear the weakness in her voice.

"Hermione, please don't do this to me. You are only making it harder. Go find Weasley or Potter, live a long, happy life with either of them. Please, I only want you to be safe. Goodbye my love." he said before dissapearing off into the castle.

End of flashback

She walked until it began raining, and even then, she kept walking. Was he not haunted with their love, like she was? Did he want her to be miserable for the rest of her life? She remembered all of the times he would sing her to sleep, his beautiful voice relaxing her until her eyelids drooped down and she was swallowed by her dreams.

She continued to walk through the rain, not wanting to think about him, but he always came back up. She couldn't go anywhere without thinking of him. She couldn't do anything without his face popping up behind her eyelids everytime she blinked. His voice in the back of her head telling her he loved her, when in reality, he didn't.

It wasn't like her to cry and mope over a boy, but this boy was an acception. He was her life, her world, and her heart. But what was she to him? Nothing, it seemed. She heard footsteps coming her way, and a head of red hair.

"Hermione, come inside, it's freezing out here." Ron said, grabbing her hand. She felt very angry at him all of a sudden. He pulled her close to him, and pushed thier lips together. Hermione pushed her hands against his chest and pushed him away. He backed up and looked at her, she just ran, ran far away and didn't stop until she felt as though she would collapse.

She dropped to her knees and cried. Cried for everything, for everyone who had lost the one they loved. Her face ws stained with tears and rain, and she didn't care. This would be the time where Draco would tell her she looks beautiful when she cries, and she would smile and hug him. But that wouldn't happen, couldn't happen.

She walked slowly back to the caslte, and to the room of requirement. She lay upon a bed, and sat there, merely thinking, what would she do with herself? She fell into deep, dreamless sleep.