Hi everyone! You obviously won't no me very well as this is my first posted story on here, so bear with me. I'm not that amazing of a writer and I likely won't reach your standards, but while writing is something I love to do, it isn't my true passion.
This particular story may start a bit slow (and short), but gets much better as it goes along, so if you could not give up on me right away I'd greatly appreciate it. Slow as it is at first, this fanfiction is very dear to me as it was the first decent story I ever wrote (giving me hope and showing me how much I really love writing) so please give me a chance(;
Thanks.
Now, without further ado, Dream it in Color
Hermione sat in the church between her parents. Tears swimming in her eyes as the preacher spoke. "…was a tragic accident that none of us could've helped," He was saying. She cried harder every word. Aunt Debbie and she had always been close, and now she was gone. Dead. Out of her life forever. "Debbie was a sister, a wife, a mother; and most of all, a friend. She will be greatly missed." Hermione hugged her father's arm and cried into it. She knew that her parents weren't mad at her, but they still wouldn't meet her eyes.
She'd caused a lot of trouble for her family. Not intentionally, of course. Just cause of who she was. What she was.
They took a moment of silence and Debbie's twin daughters –Cindy and Mindy- sobbed. Hermione cried harder then she could ever remember crying before. She couldn't believe this was happening to her.
As the funeral ended, they left in silence. And though tears ran down Hermione's cheeks, her parents' eyes were almost completely dry. She missed Debbie, of course. But on top of losing her favorite aunt, everyone was blaming her. Debbie had just been found dead one day. No sign of wounds or poison. She was in perfect health except for the fact that she was, well, dead. Which could only mean one thing; she'd been killed by the killing curse. And of course, being the only witch of the family, Hermione was blamed. No one knew what she was except for those very close to her, but once it caught on, it couldn't be stopped.
Her mum and dad talked the entire drive to the luncheon, whereas she remained silent, looking out the car window. She missed her friends. She hadn't heard from them since school ended and she was getting a bit worried. Ron never wrote to her, so she wasn't surprised by that. But it wasn't like Harry at all to not keep her posted on what was happening. She knew that he'd been staying with his godfather, Sirius, since his name got cleared. But she thought it was oddly out of character. She wanted to write to him. To tell him everything that was happening. She knew he would understand. He always understood her.
She thought of nothing but his bright green eyes as she sat at the luncheon, picking at her food. No one spoke to her, which she was glad for, but they glared at her, making her feel uneasy. Eventually, she decided she needed some fresh air, and she went outside.
She walked as far as she could probably get away with from the restaurant. She heard thunder roll somewhere in the distance, so she could tell a storm was coming. But she didn't care. She pulled the elastic band out of her bun and her mocha colored curls fell down, almost reaching her waist. And as the first drops of rain fell, she collapsed on the ground by the side of the road and cried.
She clutched handfuls of wet grass as she lay there, sobbing. She ignored the loud thunder and the drops of rain that hit her face at an intense speed. She wished Harry were there. He'd hug her and tell her everything would be okay and that he'd always be by her side. He was her best friend, though she wanted it to be more. It'd only been two weeks since she'd seen him, but it felt like an eternity. She missed him. She missed the way his black, messy hair fell in his eyes. She missed the way his emerald eyes shone when he smiled. The way he laughed. The way he did everything was extremely cute. But he only liked her as a friend, making her crush seem more like an unhealthy obsession. She cried harder just thinking about it.
For how long she lay there, she didn't know. She just knew that she was a mess. She'd been lying in the rain for what seemed like forever. Luckily, her dress was black. But the rest of her was a wreck. Her curls fell limp from the rain and her mascara was smeared from crying.
As she walked back to the restaurant, she wondered if they'd noticed her absence. She doubted it. The thought would've made her cry more, if only she had any tears left. She was fairly sure she was pretty dehydrated right now because she'd cried to the point that her head was starting to ache. She stumbled tiredly along the path she'd taken to her stopping place, letting her mind wander back to Harry.
She wanted to tell him that she liked him, but she was scared to. What if he laughed at her? What if he thought she was stupid and naïve? She didn't think she could handle the rejection, so she decided to keep it to herself… for now.
As she reached the restaurant she did her best to make it look like she hadn't been in tears. She brushed a stray curl behind her ear and went inside just as thunder crashed loudly behind her. "Hermione!" Her mother exclaimed as she came over to her. "What happened to you?" Hermione shrugged.
"Just… took a walk. Needed some air." Her mother shook her head disapprovingly.
"Come on, sweetie. We're going home." She said dragging Hermione out the door by her arm. Hermione sighed and walked to the car, just wishing for this day to end.