Disclaimer: This is based on Begin Again by Taylor Swift. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. I bow down to Queen Rowling. All I own is the plot :) enjoy!

~Valentines Day 1999

It had been almost a year since the end of The War. After me and Ron's kiss in the Chamber of Secrets, he confessed to me that he had been in love with me since 3rd year, when I punched Malfoy in the nose. I told him I realized I had loved him that night at the Yule Ball in 4th year. We had been dating since a month after The War. I made him wait a month because I understood that Harry and our other friends needed us to support them. Surprisingly, he agreed to take it slow.

Right now, I'm sitting in a muggle café waiting for Ron to arrive. He said this was very important. I asked Molly and she guessed that he's finally going to pop the question! I'm so excited I can hardly keep a huge grin off my face. Oh, here he is. What happened? He looks kind of ruffled. That's odd.

"Hey Hermione." He says as he takes his seat.

'He didn't use my nickname. What is up with him?!'

"Hey." I said brushing it off as nothing.

"I have something important to tell you. Promise you won't freak out?" He asked worriedly.

"Of course, what is it?" I said. I'm getting kind of worried now.

"Well I've been thinking," That's new, " and I think of you as more of a sister. It's not that you're not pretty or anything, I just kind of mistook my love the wrong way. That kiss was a heat of passion type thing."

A tear brimmed in my eye and threatened to fall. Here I was, thinking he wanted me to spend the rest of his life with him, when in reality he was breaking it off. Oh Merlin, I'm a fool! How could I of not seen it. The 'late nights', him having to leave all of a sudden, he hasn't even kissed me in almost a week. I blamed it on his quidditch practices. The Appleby Arrows, a northern English team, were very hardcore, these days.

"Mione, are you okay?" He asked reaching for my hand.

I pulled away. "Don't call me that, don't touch me, and don't talk to me." I stood up from the table.

"But Mione-"

"I said don't call me that!" I said angrily and stomped away.

Watching this scene unfold was a certain platinum blonde that chose to remain unnoticed. He decided to talk to Weaslette about this…