Breathe Me by KiRa M. EMeRaLd
Disclaimer: The owner of these characters happen to belong to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: I kinda got the inspiration to write this story from the song Monsoon by Tokio Hotel so have a listen to it cuz it's a really good... well, that's my opinion anyway.
1. Just Me and You
How did the world ever become like this? So cold, so thoughtless... so alone. Hermione shut her eyes at the thought. Every time she remembered the details it was as if a knife had made it's way into her heart.
She survived.
They hadn't.
Tears threatened to fall from her eyes, she stopped trying to hide them and let them fall. Hermione looked up to the dark gray sky. It looked like it was about to rain, but she didn't care.
The park was surprisingly empty as she looked around. She was the only one there, sitting on a bench with nothing better to do. This was the anniversary, and not a happy one at that. The battle had taken place on this very day that cast the downfall of Voldemort and not to mention... Harry and Ron.
Ron first, Harry last.
Hermione looked downcast and let out a sob as her heart felt like it had been broken in two. It had been a year and she couldn't get over it. She blamed herself, imagined ways she could have saved him, save them.
Hermione was alone now. No one to hold her as she cried, no one to tell her it wasn't her fault, no one to tell her it would be okay and no one to try and make her feel better.
In between sobs she looked up as she felt a pair of eyes looking at her. Hermione wiped her blurry eyes with the sleeves of her jacket. Somewhere in the distance she could see a man, a presumably tall man, looking at her.
He was just standing there, he had on this long black jacket that went past his knees, his hands inside the pockets, head turned in her direction.
Hermione just looked at him and he just looked at her. There was something... captivating about him. He had pale skin, almost close to white but surprisingly he looked quite healthy, not to mention strong with eyes that matched the dark sky. Hair silky soft and platinum as it flowed in the wind.
He. Was. Beautiful.
That was the only word to describe him. ''Handsome'' just didn't seem like enough and ''beautiful'' did.
Hermione just watched him, wondering why he was still here looking at her. Maybe he saw her cry and felt pity. Maybe he felt like she did, but not knowing what to do or say just stood there.
It was surprisingly cold today. Hermione let out a breath and shivered. That seemed to snap him out of whatever he was in because soon enough he began to walk back to the park entrance, taking one glance back at her.
Hermione watched his retreating figure and sighed.
He seemed oddly familiar but she just couldn't put her finger on who he was.
Rain began to drizzle down on her, there was no point staying here anymore. She stood up, sighing once more, and left for home.
A/N: Short I know, but give me lots of nice reviews and I'll post next chapter tomorrow!