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Hermione looked out the frosted window. Winter. It was cold, naturally. Cold, bitter, and all that accompanied winter. No, that wasn't right. Winter was fun. Throwing snowballs, drinking hot chocolate while curled up in a warm blanket, or laying in bed with your spouse.
Hermione bit her lip. No, she hadn't meant to think of that. Now she was 25 years old, and had long left Hogwarts. However, she had to admit that she missed their adventures and misdemeanours there. With the combination of the Boy Who Lived, Hogwarts and Voldemort, trouble always seemed to find them. Now things were quite tranquil and peaceful around her. London was quite alright now. Being a muggle, Hermione did not go into the wizarding world often. Although she had a small job there, she didn't often go there. Currently, she worked in the muggle world, as a banker. She did quite well. A bright, pretty, career-minded woman, all that was missing from her life was somebody she could love.
Well, she did have somebody she loved, but sadly, that lucky person was oblivious to that fact. Ginny Weasley lived her life as a happy Auror. Busting dark wizards was her life. Bat bogey hexes would always be in fashion when she was around. She made some nasty piece of a hex look stylish anytime. Hermione admired her for that. Why didn't she let Ginny know all her merits earlier? Maybe, just maybe, she might actually have a chance with the vivacious redhead. But this redhead never looked at her, not once. It was always Harry. The Boy Who Lived. Resentment and bitterness made its way through her mind. Why was it that guy, with one miserable scar on his head, get to be the one that stole Ginny Weasley's heart?
If she scarred herself on her forehead, wouldn't she become somebody famous too? Maybe she would be the Girl Who Has Brains or something. Ridiculous as it was, wouldn't Ginny look at her at least one miserable time? She longed to have that girl to notice her. She felt miserable and unloved. Ron hardly wrote, Harry was worse. She avoided wrtitng to Ginny, knowing full well that she would one day break down with all the heartache in that yearning heart.
She deserved someone, someone like Ginny. But no. Harry beat her to it, by doing absolutely nothing. And she was resentful to that fact. If only she had told Ginny earlier. If only.
A/N: I have absolutely no idea what I was writing. There is absolutely no plot at all. Well, R&R if you want to. It will be appreciated. Flames will also be accepted, but I will ignore it, cos I like to do that.