dear diary...

the golden trio is no more. they left me the instant they found out who i...

huh. look at me crying. what a sight, right? Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age, crying because...because the two men that had stuck with her for the past six years, that taught her that there was more to life then books, and who made her hope for a brighter future, have left her...this time for good.

*sniff* my mum and dad used to tell me that life isnt fair but i never thought that... it was hard enough in year 1 when everyone shoved past me, ignored me, made snide comments behind my back...but, i thought that with harry and ron that nothing could come between us...quite literally. but...*sniff* i guess not.

i dont know what to do now. d-...he's gone now, he didnt want to lose his friends like i had...and...im all alone now. and...i cant do this anymore. i just...cant.

ive considered....id rather not say...just in case someone picks this up...huh. like theyd care. but still.

i...*sigh*

i give up.

i just...give up.

cya (if ever)

Hermione

My tired eyes scanned the length of the heads' common room, but nothing moved. Thank god! I CANNOT have him walk in on me like this. Huh. As if he'd care.

But somewhere, deep down, I wished that he still did. I wished that he would walk in like old, kiss me gently, as if he himself controlled time, and then hold me against him until I fell asleep.

But I was getting used to the new Draco Malfoy. The one who walked in, didn't look at all in my direction, and just walked straight to the staircase and just...ignored me. Just like that.

My heart bade my mind to turn away from the thoughts forming in my mind, but my mind, like always, had been the stronger one. I found myself walking up the stairs to the top of the tower, tears falling silently down my pale cheeks. They splashed down to the floor below, leaving a trail for anyone who would care to see. But no one did. And no one ever would again. My heart was hammering wildly against my chest, desperately trying to free itself and the fate in store for it, but I walked on with heavy feet until I reached the door to the roof. I hope what they said about heaven was true I thought, remembering my mother and father's words, the day before my father died. I blinked and it all came back to me with crushing force.

'Papa, why are you still here?' I asked him, as he lay on a hospital bed, when I was seven years old. He looked at me with sorrowful eyes before my mum wrapped her arms around me, shielding me from the truth. 'He's going to God Hermione, and he's going to be happy. He's in pain now, but God will fix that. He's going to be an angel and he's always going to look out for you, and be there for you…even if you can't see him anymore.'

I stared with empty eyes at the setting sun, and felt….at peace. I would see him soon, and that little piece of information gave me the courage to take that final step. I breathed in my final breath… and jumped. My mind began to flash images of my past childhood dizzyingly fast in front of my eyes. They whipped by so fast that I just barely caught the image.

I was laughing with carefree joy as my dad pushed me on the swing, my hair whipping past me in a torrent of waves.

My mother and father were singing happy birthday to me as I blew out the candles on my sixth birthday.

Harry and Ron hugged me, whispering words of thanks to God when they found me in one piece.

And then, the final picture flew by my mind in slow motion, forcing all other sounds, thoughts, and hopes away from my now fragile heart.

'Hermione,' his voice sent shivers down my body, but not in disgust, but with love. 'I love you, and I will never stop loving you.' His words echoed in my mind as I turned around and kissed Draco, conveying everything that I felt for him in that one touch.

And then, all went dark.