It was a quiet, ordinary house, with overgrown grass and a wrought iron fence. Vines crept up the side, stretching towards the broken roof, adding more to its uncared for look. It was hugged by almost identical cottages, each one a little more well-kept then the next. Stones were laid out in an odd fashion creating a pathway from the road to the wooden door holding cracks. The smell of fresh rain lingered in the air, supporting the idea that raindrops would soon pound on the dusty ground.
A smile rested on the brunette's pale lips, the girl who sat inside not having a care in the world. She really had no idea about the horses that scampered through the rain every Tuesday, or even the young boy who stopped frequently at the edge of her property wondering who exactly the brains behind the mess of a house was. Her idea of a fun day was resting her curvy figure on the leather couch, hidden underneath a cozy blanket with an adventure in hand.
Her features were a tad bit more than normal, but not even close to beautiful. Her curly hair was more the frizzy, not letting a single body get a foot near her. Her brown eyes sat a little too far apart, scaring anyone who tried to look her straight into them. There were a few things that were gorgeous about the girl though, her eyebrows held perfect posture, bragging out to girls who tried daily to get theirs like hers. Her skin tone matched perfectly with everything.
She was only 19 years old, a little too young to have a job that overtakes her life, and a little too old to be sitting at home all summer long. She used to be the outgoing type, the adventurous, the brave type, but all that changed as soon as she locked lips with the man she fell head over heels in love with. The blue-eyed, red haired boy she met at the age of eleven always held a special place in her heart. Perhaps it was the adorable, yet seductive way he talked that caught her right away, or it might've been the way his eyes widened when he'd been caught. Whatever it was, the girl fell for him, hard.
The brown-eyed girl readjusted herself, letting her cave collapse in front of her. She let out a sigh, glancing up at her surroundings. She'd always wondered why exactly she lived like this, when her life fell down in a spiral. Secretly she knew exactly what happened, but she couldn't admit it to herself. She loved Ronald Weasley, with his orange hair and quirky personality. She didn't even have the heart to ask him to take a break, letting her think about the mistake she made.
A knock on the door woke her up from her daze, and she let her body amble over to the cracked door. She placed a cold, pale hand on the wet, dewy doorknob, opening it in the process. Before her stood the man of her dreams, with his ginger hair and perfect blue eyes. Wearing only plaid pajama shorts and a bra, she let the man inside, taking in the sights of his backside. He wore a striped sweater, and slacks. He turned to face the pale girl, a frown in his lips. "She's dead," he mumbled taking a slight step back, falling into the soft couch behind him.
Hermione was shocked, she began to move her body to the seat next to Ron. She let her head fall onto his shoulder, and her tears escape her eyes. There was no reason for denying it; it only made her feel worse. "H-h-how?" She questioned, her eyes staring at the wooden table in front of them.