Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter! Just this plot.

"Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship." -Oscar Wilde

Hermione's POV.


"You want to know a secret?"

I smiled but shook my head, trying my best to ignore him while the man on the stage continued to sing.

"Yes you do."

"Shut up," I whispered, noticing the glances we were getting by an old woman near by.

He was silent for a while before leaning in again.

"This is so boring."

I smiled again but didn't answer, trying to listen to the man on stage. I knew he was just trying to get a rise out of me, but I wasn't going to let him. Two others had joined the man on stage and they were now dancing to the orchestra music. Ron leaned towards me and, instead of saying anything, began kissing my neck. At this point, shockwaves were running up and down my body at the contact as my eyes grew wide and I turned to him.

"What are you doing?"

He shrugged.

"I'm bored."

The woman in front of us turned around in his seat and gave Ron a nasty look. Ron just stared at her until she turned around before turning back to me who by this time was bright red at Ron's boldness.

"Stop it, Ron," I whispered before turning back to the play. Sighing, Ron leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. I could still feel his eyes on me, which made me feel incredibly uncomfortable. He smiled at me for some reason and leaned in again, wanting to get a rise out of me.

"Why the hell would anyone want to come to this?"

"Ron," I hissed in a scolding manner. "Shut up."

He just smiled at me and leaned back in his seat. I sighed and turned back to watching the stage intently, my vision moving from the women in the back to the first man what was now singing by himself again. Two men in red gowns were moving across the stage towards the man, holding pitchforks and had horns on their heads. Ron snorted.

"Here comes the cavalry," he muttered, watching as they dragged him off the stage as he sang his last mournful tune.

I shot him a look while trying not to smile. I knew that if I did smile, he'd get the best of me. The curtains closed and the speakerphone announced an intermission in German. Ron shot up out of his seat and was the first to get to the exit while I took the time to apologize to the man he had accidentally knocked over in his eagerness to get out. I then found him outside in the corner, looking around while waiting for me. I walked up to him and hit him in the shoulder.

"Ow! What was that for?"

I glared at him. "For being a prat. People could hear you and your complaining."

Ron shrugged, rubbing the feeling back into his shoulder. "Well, it was a stupid play anyway."

I shook my head at him. "Well, you're just going to have to endure it. There's at least two more hours left," I told him, smiling when a look of dread came over him. I then frowned. "Why'd you kiss me?" I asked.

Ron went bright red and was about to answer when someone interrupted them.

"Hermione! Hermione Granger!"

I looked around in surprise to see a young man around my age waving to me. Surprised, I smiled brightly, beckoning him over.

"Friederich Orwell!" I greeted, watching as he took my hand and kissed it elegantly. He was taller than me, almost as tall as Ron. Almost. He had dirty blonde hair with the most beautiful blue eyes. He was named one of the most handsome men in Europe for a reason.

"Wie geht's, mein Schatz! Ich dachte, daß du in London wohntest," he said. How are you, my love! I thought you lived in London.

I nodded. "Ich wohne in London, aber ich besuche einen Freund in Wien für eine Weile," I lied. I do live in London, but I'm visiting a friend who lives in Vienna for a while.

Ron coughed politely, not understanding a single thing I had just said. We then turned to him as if he hadn't been there at all. I suddenly blushed slightly and looked back at Friederich.

"Friederich, dieses ist mein Freund, Ronald Weasley. Ron, this is Friederich," I told them.

Friederich's eyes suddenly got large and a smile came to his handsome features.

"Dieses ist Ron Weasley? Der sehr gleiche Ron Weasley, den du in der Schule mochtest?" he asked cheekily. This is Ron Weasley? The very same Ron Weasley that you had a crush on in school?

I went from pink to red in a matter of seconds, the feelings of my past reminding me of the feelings I had now. I thanked God that Ron couldn't understand German or this situation would have been very awkward.

"Nein, Friederich. Ich mochte er nicht. Er ist mein Freund." I don't like him.

Friederich smiled.

"Ja gut denke ich, daß es Oscar Wilde war, das sagte, daß zwischen Männern und Frauen es keine mögliche Freundschaft gibt. Es gibt Neigung, übelwollen, Anbetung, Liebe, aber keine Freundschaft," he replied. (Read the quote, he's being a smartass)

I gave him a dark look.

"Er ist mein Freund," I stressed.

Friederich shrugged.

"Du kannst Freunde jetzt sein, aber Magie hat eine Weise des Änderns jener Sachen." You may be friends now, but magic has a way of changing things.

"Ruhig sein, Friederich! Jemand könnte dich hören," I hissed. "Außerdem wie ich vor sagte, sind wir gerechte Freunde." Someone could hear you. Besides, like I said before, he's just a friend.

"Ich kenne nicht, Hermione. Du zwei schautest während der zweiten Tat recht bequem," he said with a wink. I don't know, Hermione. You two looked pretty close during the second act.

I was about to retort when the lights started to flash, indicating that we should get back in. Friederich smiled and waved before following the crowds in. Ron still looked confused.

"What did he say?"

I shook my head, turning back to look up at him.

"Nothing. Just… nothing," I muttered. "Let's just get this over with. We've been Ie for five days and haven't seen anyone. I'm getting tired," I told him before moving towards the doors.

Ron was about to follow before stopping.

"Hey Hermione," he called.

I turned around expectantly.

"What?" I asked.

He walked over to me and spoke as he passed me.

"I never told you that you looked really beautiful tonight," he said before disappearing through the doors.

I stopped after hearing this, surprised that he would say something like that. Then, with my heart pounding and a small smile on my face, I followed him in.


It was only twenty minutes into the second half when Ron noticed that something funning was going on in the back of the stage where three women were supposed to be standing, talking among themselves. However, someone else dressed in black robes had come out and joined them, forcing the women to go towards him, obviously telling him to get off stage without attracting too much attention. He took hold of my hand and shook it, inclining his head towards the side of the stage where he had noticed the disturbance. I became still as well, watching the robed figure push past the women.

"You need to close the curtains," Ron whispered urgently.

I turned to him in surprise. "Ron, no!" I hissed quietly. "There are Muggles back there."

"If we don't do anything, there's going to be a dead wizard back there," he retorted angrily, pulling out his wand.

I reached out and grabbed it, pushing his hand down between our legs, turning my full attention to him.

"I said no," I hissed.

"Hermione," Ron growled, his eyes on the moving black figure on stage. The figure had now attracted much more attention from the cast, many of them forgetting that they were supposed to be singing while wondering what the guy was doing on stage, heading for the main singer. Just then the Death Eater pulled out a long wand and Ron stood up.

"Do it!" he hissed.

My heart was pounding as there as a crack beside me, attracting everyone's attention on their balcony as I flicked my own wand to the curtain, watching as it suddenly dropped in front of everyone on stage. Suddenly there was a large bang and the curtain caught on fire, causing everyone in the theater to scream. I was pushed towards the exit as people began to leave. I began to push my way through the crowds, knowing that there were too many people to be able to apparate safely. I made it to the stair case and began shoving my way through the people, which wasn't easy in the long black dress I was wearing. I made it to the main level and tried to get to through the doors that everyone else was trying to get out of. By this time the fire was covering most of the curtains and the distant sounds of sirens could be heard as I made my way to where the orchestra once was. Hitting the railing, I looked around to see if there was anyone around before jumping down onto the conductor's podium, wincing when my foot twisted painfully. Muttering under my breath about heels, I started towards the doors and found my way to the backstage area where several of the performers still were, pointing to a hall where apparently something had happened.

"Entschuldigung sie bitte, hast du gesehen einen hohen Mann mit dem roten Haar, hier vorbeizugehen?" I asked urgently. Have you seen a tall man with red hair go by here?

One of the ladies who had first seen the man on stage nodded.

"Ja lief er Solomon nach. Er wurde von einem Mann in den schwarzen Roben gejagt. Er ging diese Halle hinunter," she answered, motioning to the hall. Yes, he ran after Solomon. He was being chased by a man with black robes. He went down that hall.

"Danke," I said before starting off down the hall. The farther down the hall I got, the more noises I could here.

"Ron!" I called.

"Hermione, stay back!"

I stopped all of a sudden, having rounded a corner to see Ron holding the man in black robes against the wall. Ron's wand was digging into the man's neck while his own wand was on the ground close to the singer who he had been trying to kill. The singer, Solomon, was sitting on the ground, leaning his back on the wall and taking deep breaths while holding his arm which looked singed, which explained the fire. I was about to go over to him when Ron stopped me.

"I said stay back," he shouted again, not taking his hands off of the Death Eater. "Who are you?!" he asked.

"Ich bin ein Kurier gerecht, zum deinem kleinen Freund einer Anzeige zu geben! Aber ich vermißte."

"What did he say, Hermione?" Ron asked.

"He wants to give Solomon a message, but he missed," I replied, moving to the opposite wall so that I could see the face of the man Ron had hold of. The man looked at me and an evil smile came on his face.

"Nahrung kann mir helfen zu überleben, aber Wasser tötet mich. Was sind ich? Und was ist jedesmal es hatte gesprochen defekt?" Food can help me survive, but water will kill me. What am I? And what is broken everytime it's spoken?

Ron slammed the butt of his wand against the man's head, glaring at him.

"You talk to me, not her," he growled dangerously.

I, however, knew that what he had just said was important.

"Was hast du gesagt?" I asked, stepping closer. What did you say?

The man smiled and then suddenly he burst into flames, surprising everyone in that hallway. I started screaming as Ron stumbled back, watching in horror as the man crumpled and writhed into ashes. My heart was pounding so loud, I had a feeling Ron could hear it.

"What the hell was that?" Ron asked, eyes on the pile of ashes and the scorched wall.

I was about to say something when I heard voices coming towards them.

"Ron… Let's just take Solomon back to the hotel. The Muggle police are coming," I said.

Ron nodded, eyes still on the wall as I hurried over to Solomon.

"Can you stand?" I asked. Solomon nodded and I helped the man up.

Ron turned away from the dead Death Eater and went to help.

"I hate the Opera," he commented before we disapparated.

A/N: Ok, I know I have two other stories out, but don't worry, they will be finished. I just thought I'd try something different. I've never done a first person POV, so I decided, what the hell? Why not? I just want to say, I didn't decide to do the first person POV thing until I had written three chapters of this story, so I had to go through the whole thing and rewrite it, so if you see something like a typo or something that just doesn't look right for the next two chapters, then I'm sorry. Otherwise, enjoy!

Chapter Tease:

A broken lamp was lying on the ground with a cracked picture frame lying close by. Looking closer, I could see that it was the picture of me and Ron, taken a few months ago at lake at Hogwarts. But what caught my eye was a smear on the wall. It was blood.

I do realize that many of you can't speak German, but I was just being lazy. Sorry.