Evil is Love

Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own any of the characters. They all belong to the one and only, J.K. Rowling.

Rating: M

A/N: I was inspired to right this story after reading another called, "Evil's Mistress," by seanemma4evr. It really is an amazing story so please go read it! I always wondered when reading the Harry Potter books what it would be like if one of Harry's friends betrayed him. I also have always wanted Draco and Hermione to find a way to be together. So I'm sure you see where I'm going with this. (Title) is all about love, hate, betrayal, and death.

Chapter 1

She walked down the aisle trying not to lose it. She desperately wanted to scream out in rage, but unfortunately could not. She wanted to throw things, break things, and yell things, but once again- she could not. Crying sounded good too. She might even had been able to pass it off as joyful emotions for her two friends getting married.

A raven haired man stood at the end of the aisle. His emerald eyes gleamed with happiness.

But it wasn't because of her. No, he did not love her. Well, of course he loved her, but in a brotherly way. Not like how she loved him. It was probably because she loved him that she didn't do anything to ruin his wedding.

So, instead of throwing a hissy fit or crying, she plastered a smile on her face and walked on. She took her place at the head of the church and gave the anxious, beaming Harry Potter a nod of encouragement. He grinned back at her, then turned his attention back to the aisle she had just walked down. Because someone else was coming.

A moment later a beautiful woman- accompanied by her graying red haired father- began to walk towards them.

Her flaming red hair was pulled half way up and her blue eyes shone bright with love. She really did look remarkable.

The rest of the ceremony was foggy to Hermione Granger. She was watching the man of her dreams wed someone else. He was taken from her forever in a sense. It was not fair. She was the one who had supported him through the years. She was the one who had done his homework for him late at night. She was the one who should be marrying him. Not, Ginny Weasley.

The reverend snapped her out of her jealous woes. "I present to you for the first time, Mr. And Mrs. Harry Potter."

She clapped her hands respectfully and replaced her frown for the fake smile.

She watched them walking down the aisle together- completely in love.

Harry's best man, Ron Weasley, slowly led her after them. "There's still a reception 'Mione. Come on we have to go."

She whimpered slightly because he was right. There was still a reception.

It was going to be a long night.

Hermione swirled the champagne in her glass. She had that uneasy feeling that she was being watched. She looked around the room cautiously. Her gaze stopped on the newlyweds who were in the middle of a slow dance. About the fiftieth slow dance of the night, she thought bitterly. Their arms were wrapped around each other and they were staring deep into each others eyes. It made her sick.

Ron tentatively approached the table she was pining away at. "You okay 'Mione?"

"Just peachy," she replied sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes and took a seat next to her. "You'll find the right guy Hermione. Harry is just... not him."

"Apparently not considering he just got married," she scoffed at him. She knew she shouldn't have been so mean, but really- like what Ron was saying would help. She was not an idiot. "Be happy you have someone."

Ron smiled. He had been dating Luna Lovegood for about a year now, and he couldn't have been more happy. She put him at ease even with everything that was going on. Hermione had helped him pick the ring out a week ago and he planned on popping 'the question' soon. Very soon, because who knew what was going to happen.

Hermione was focused on something-or someone, Ron was sure- across the room. He followed her gaze to where Harry and Ginny were. Their lips met and Hermione made a noise of distress.

"Would you like to dance," he quickly asked her. She was in crucial need of some fun. Something to take her mind off of the Potter's. "You know Luna won't mind."

Hermione smiled weakly at her friends' attempt to cheer her. "Thanks, but I think I'll be fine if I just get out of here."

"Oh. Um.. sure, but where are you going to go?"

"I don't know. All I know is that I need to leave." Her voice cracked at the end and she could feel the tears she'd been holding back, swell to the rims of her eyes. I will not cry in front of them. They will not see me bloody cry!

"Do you want me to come with you?" Ron was look slightly distraught by her sudden teary eyes. Hermione almost wanted to laugh at his expression.

"No. Stay here and enjoy the party. Stay with your girlfriend," she said firmly.

He narrowed his blue eyes. "I don't think you should leave alone. It's not safe-"

Hermione cut him off. "It is never safe anywhere! You know that. I'm just going to go home anyway." Her lip trembled slightly, but she looked up at Ron's blue eyes pleadingly. " Just don't let them notice that I left, okay?" She then glanced in Harry and Ginny's direction. "Not that they will," she mumbled solemnly.

Seeing her pain he relented. Hermione was right- it wasn't safe wherever they were in these dark times, and she was obviously hurting. "Alright, but please 'Mione, be careful."

"You know I will," she said. "I'll see you tomorrow." She pecked his cheek then disappeared before he could say anything else.

Ron couldn't help but feel he had just let her leave him-all of them- forever. He shrugged his shoulders and shook the feeling away. "You're just being paranoid," he mumbled to himself.

If only he would have followed her. Then things might have turned out different.

But he didn't.

A man stood in the shadows of the reception hall. He was in pure black robes and had his hood up so no one could see his hair or face.

He pulled what looked to be an ear attached to a string out from the window. Who knew the stupid Weasley twins' contraption would come in so handy.

He pocketed the ears and grinned. With a swish of his cloak he was gone.

A/N: Well what do you think? Please review! Try not to be too mean and completely break my heart, but constructive criticism is welcome!!