A/N: Hey guys! I know it's been forever since I updated Runaway; school has been absolutely hectic! But I wrote a few angsty one-shots at a rough time in my life...so here goes. Please keep in mind these are sort of my first attempts at angsty stuff- I don't typically write this sort of stuff! But if you guys like it, please tell me if you want me to post more of these angsty one-shots.

PS If you guys have any one-shot requests, PM me and I'll try and do them! Because honestly they're quite fun to do and I'm not very inspired for Chapter 11 right now D: Thanks!

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Fairytale Ending

When Hermione was a young girl, she was often told stories of her Prince Charming coming to save her. She knew it was silly, but as she grew up, she couldn't help but hold a little of that close to her heart. She had her first love in Viktor Krum, Quidditch extraordinaire. He wasn't her Prince Charming though. Her didn't stimulate her intellect, her mind, and their conversations were one sided. They ended their relationship mutually when they both realized that neither were enjoying it much.

Her second relationship (to no one's surprise) had been with Ron. Ron, one of her best friends since their first year. Ron, with whom she had gone through hell and high water with. Ron, who walked out on them during their hunt for Horcruxes. Ron, who ended up shagging Lavender and breaking Hermione's heart.

Her third relationship had surprisingly been Draco Malfoy. She loved every moment of being with him, if not for the fact that No, no one could know of that candid meetings and the love affair between the coworkers, because he was the former Slytherin Prince and she was the former Gryffindor Princess and who would believe that the two sworn enemies could love each other? It became too much. Prince Charming was supposed to hold her in her arms, make her his, and show her off to the world. She ended things with a distraught Draco seven months later, despite his please that yes he would change, he promised, and the sounds of iloveyou iloveyou.

All around her, everyone was getting engaged, getting married, having kids. Even kind Neville and innocent Luna had found a match and Hermione was growing old, under the spotlight, accused of being a spinster and a crazy cat lady. And the world mourned her loss when on Thursday evening, under the faint evening light illuminated by weak streetlamps and a night sky (it wasn't really starry anymore, the environment had been destroyed and no stars were visible in London), Hermione Granger was attacked and killed by a Voldemort sympathizer who wished to see the Golden Trio dead.

At her funeral, Harry Potter spoke of the girl who had worked tirelessly to see the treatment of house elves and other creatures improve, the girl who would never give up, and the girl who would make the ultimate sacrifice for her friends. No one understood why Draco Malfoy came and sat in the back, quietly sobbing into a handkerchief embroidered with HJG. Or why a few days later, he was found dead, next to the tombstone of Hermione Granger.

Hermione never got her fairytale ending. But she found her prince. It was too bad it took her death for him to realize it.