[Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to any Harry Potter-related characters, etc.
AN: Takes places after Hogwarts (characters are about 20 yrs old.) and all the bad blood between the houses and after the war is mostly gone (most people are at least civil to each other.)
Enjoy this small introduction! All comments (good and critiquing) are welcome :]
Prologue
The glass hit the door with a loud crash.
"What the did you think? That I was going to wait around forever?"
Those were the shouts that came from the young man's mouth.
A female voice responded,
"You said you understood! That you would wait for me. You said-"
Cutting her sentence off, the male voice whispered back, "I said a lot of things…"
A deadly silence followed his words.
Then, in a flash, a small feminine hand reached up to strike his bare cheek.
"We're done," she said in a small voice.
In a matter of seconds, the young girl had walked out the door. As the front door slammed shut, it seemed as though the air was also knocked out of Hermione's body.
She only had one thought in her mind.
This was it. She wouldn't take his shit anymore.
Her heart was pounding in her fragile body. The only sound heard now was the click of her heels against the pavement as she walked out to her car and out of Josh Dawson's life…
Ok, rewind.
It was two in the afternoon. Hermione Granger had just stepped out of her sleek car. With two lattes in hand she made her way through the gates and across the lawn of her boyfriend's two-story house.
As she walked, she thought of all the great news she had received that morning. Little did Hermione know that her day was about to take an unexpected turn. As she unlocked the front door with the spare key hidden under the welcome mat, she smiled to herself. But as she turned the key and stepped inside, the sight that greeted her was a not-so-pleasant one.
On the black leather couch were two tangled bodies. One had a mass of fiery red curls while the other had short blond hair. The red curls belonging to an unknown female, and the blond hair plainly belonging to none other than Josh Dawson, her boyfriend of 7 months.
As the steaming lattes slipped out of Hermione's grip, the only intelligible words she could muster were, "Y-you son of a bitch."
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--Please review! I'll gladly continue this story if I see that someone is interested in it. I know that this was very short, but I'm interested in seeing if anyone will want to read more. Let me know!