Chapter 1
It had been a couple of weeks since Ron had said it was over. But the pain still lingered…her heart broken and the tears fallen. Again she found herself locked in the dormitory and had cried herself to sleep many a times.
It was morning The Tri Wizard Tournament had just started and the whole school was buzzing with excitement. Instead of there just being three like there is supposed to there was a fourth competitor this year…Harry Potter. But she was too sad…to lonely to think of the danger right now. The Yule Ball was coming soon and everyone was supposed to have a date. She was alone…she could not bare to go alone and be laughed at…she half considered breaking a leg or something, make a spell go horribly wrong so she couldn't go.
She walked down the steps to the great hall and sat to have breakfast.
"Hello Hermione!" Harry said beaming at her. She let out a great sigh.
"Hermione, are you okay you've been acting a bit off lately." Harry cautiously pried. Hermione paused.
"It's nothing…I'm fine." She smiled. It hurt to smile. Not on the outside but on the inside.
"There is something wrong with you…I can tell by that look in your eyes Hermione." It was Ron.
"I said I'm fine Ronald…just leave me alone" she snapped. It made her feel guilty…but she just wanted to be left alone, was that too much to ask? A flutter of wings made her look up. Just as every morning thousands of owls flooded the great hall dropping mail to their masters. She looked back down at her bacon. She wouldn't have any mail. She didn't own an owl…but before the thought vanished there was a soft whoosh and a pearly white dove landed on the table in front of her. In its beak it held a neatly rolled piece of parchment. She gently untied it and read the message to herself.
Hermione
Love hurts when it goes wrong. But sometimes finding new love heals old wounds. If I could hold a star for every time I thought about you, I would be holding the night sky…but I would rather hold you…forever.
P.S The dove is for you
She looked up around the great hall. Who on earth would have sent me this? She looked around.. No one was watching her. Except Ron…no he couldn't have she turned the other way…the was Cho talking to her friends, and there was Draco Malfoy sneering at her. She didn't understand. Who had sent her the note?
"Who's that from?" Harry asked looking over her shoulder.
"I don't know…It isn't signed." She muttered
"Huh, its probably from her new boyfriend." Ron whispered accusingly. Hermione blew.
"FOR YOUR INFORMATION IM STILL TRYING TO GET OVER YOU AND THE FACT THAT YOU DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE AND I STILL LOVE YOU." She ran off to the library.
"Man Why do you have to do that to her? She has feelings to you know!" Harry Yelled at Ron. Rom Just scowled…it was only a joke…or was it, half of him felt that it was a joke and half of him like the sight of her fleeing to cry somewhere else…but somewhere down in the depths of him was the monster of guilt and it soon enveloped him. Maybe he was just doing it to be a jerk…maybe he just like to see her suffer…he was turning…turning into some sort of malfoy clone…he had to stop this, it could destroy their relationship as friends.
How could her do this to her…how could he think that she could get over him so easily…what they had was special. She collapsed in a chair at a table in the back of the library and fought back the tears…but it was no use, they stained her cheeks as they cascaded to the floor. After a moment they subsided and only her silent sobs remained…she pulled out the letter. And read it again. Love hurts when it goes wrong yah they had that right. This person…whoever it was had written this letter in such a way that it seemed almost inspirational…like she still had hope left…someone wanted to be with her, she felt comforted at the thought…But who?
"So old Weasel finally realized that dating a mud-blood is a lot more work then he thought has he now Granger?" That drawling voice she knew all to well made her blood boil. "Afraid he was going to get his hands dirty with your filth?"
She turned around and stood up. There he was drawling voice, pointed face, sneering lips and all along with his guppies Crabb and Goyle.
"Shut up Malfoy!" She cried.
"What I'm only stating a fact…am I going to make you cry?" Hermione turned her head away.
"Why would you care?"
" You're right why would I care? Oh yeah…I don't!" And with that Malfoy, Crabb and Goyle turned a strolled down the isle and out of sight