Disclaimers: I don't own these characters, they belong to the great JK Rowling. If they did belong to me no one buy the books because they would suck.
a/n: This is sort of a prolouge to a fic that I'm planning to write one day. I'm still trying to learn how to write... please review.
Stop trying
She tasted like ice and snow and cold air that first time. You haven't forgotten that, have you? As much as you're trying to you can't forget how soft her lips felt against your own ones, or how she looked at you afterwards like you were the most beautiful person in the world. You can't forget, all thought you're desperatly trying to.
You haven't forgotten how she blushed so hard that it clashed with her red hair after you whispered in her ear that she was beautiful. And you really thought she was, you still do. She was more beautiful than the white snow on the ground, the shining moon and the stars together. She will always be the most beautiful thing that you have ever seen, all those flaws of her made her perfect in your eyes.
Still, you married someone else. Someone who also was very beautiful, but didn't mean a thing to you. You married Ron, her brother, because you're a coward. Because you were scared. You will never forget how she looked at you the night that you told her that you didn't love her anymore, that you loved him, that you wanted to leave her. That was the first time you lied to her, and your hole life has been a big lie since.
So stop trying to forget, Hermione. Ten years has passed since you were sixten and that first day in the snow, but you will never forget her or how she made you feel, how you loved her and still do. So quit trying. Just stop.