Hermione came through the door exasperated by her friends. She sat down on one of the plush comfy armchairs in the common room. This was so unfair of them! How could they treat her like a stranger after all they've been through? A single tear rolled down her cheek as she thought of the injustice of her treatment. Sometimes in life you can't predict what will happen, how things will change. Believe it or not, something's are out of your control she thought glumly. It wasn't her fault that she couldn't help her feelings. Everyone was treating her like a criminal but all she is, is a simple girl in love. She could no longer resist his handsome features, his seductive slither, nor did she want to. Today was the day she brought him to the Weasley's for Christmas dinner, hoping for some acceptance of her new love. Yet all she got was disgust and dismay. Why couldn't they see the beauty in his pale cold skin? Or the charm in his high pitched laugh? Forget his past she had told them. Yet they did not forget. Nor did they forgive and from this moment onwards she had decided that she would not forgive them either. For not accepting her new boyfriend. Voldermort.