AN-ok ok kids here's how this works. thoughts are in *astericks*. i want 5 reviews before the next chapter. ALSO, this is not the length or all the chappys. goodness no. but i need to no who u all want to be the mystery man ! the romance will b btween mione and him so choose wisely. will it b *drum roll*
a)Severus Snape
b)Remus Lupin
c)Harry Potter
d)Draco Malfoy
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Her tears streamed down her face, deep coffee colored eyes dull in the moonlight. She didn't much care that she was out after curfew. In fact, she didn't much care about anything at that exact moment. The pain that consumed her was all that she could focus on. Her hands stifled her sobs as another wave of sadness hit her. But someone heard her.
He sat down next to her in a rustle of robes, handing her a silk hankerchief. She wiped her eyes, blew her nose, but made no move to leave and return to the Head Girls quarters. He gave a small sigh, and guided her into a standing position. He lead her by her shoulders, Hermione's face still buried in his 'kerchief, back to the portrait of the Head Girls and Boys dormitory. He let them both in, opened the door to her room, and made sure she lay down in her bed, handkerchief still clutched in her hand, before he left again.
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Hermione stretched, leisurely looking out the window at the morning sun. For a few brief seconds, she forgot about everything that had happened yesterday, forgot about the broken heart she nursed. But then it all came back to her in a flood.
*How COULD he have DONE this to her?* she thought to herself in complete despair. He had told her he loved her. He had told her that above all things he wanted them to be happy together. And yet, Hermione had walked in on a snogging session between Ron and her best friend, Parvatti.
And who was that man last night? She had been to distracted to notice him, to even think of looking up at him. She clutched the handkerchief to her heart and said a thankful prayer to god for whoever had found her. *If they'd have caught me on the steps asleep tomorrow morning, snap would've had me by the ears!* She gave a watery smile.
Hermione knew she would get threw this situation. She was 17, 18 if you count the time turner, and old enough to know about relationships. She knew that teen relationships, in particular, have a way of going awry. But it still hurt when your two of your three best friends are making out in the common room. She could attend to it; it hurt like hell!
She glanced down at the black silk handkerchief she still held, and gasped in astonishment. In fancy, old-English style lettering was written someone's initials. She gasped in realization…
a)Severus Snape
b)Remus Lupin
c)Harry Potter
d)Draco Malfoy
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Her tears streamed down her face, deep coffee colored eyes dull in the moonlight. She didn't much care that she was out after curfew. In fact, she didn't much care about anything at that exact moment. The pain that consumed her was all that she could focus on. Her hands stifled her sobs as another wave of sadness hit her. But someone heard her.
He sat down next to her in a rustle of robes, handing her a silk hankerchief. She wiped her eyes, blew her nose, but made no move to leave and return to the Head Girls quarters. He gave a small sigh, and guided her into a standing position. He lead her by her shoulders, Hermione's face still buried in his 'kerchief, back to the portrait of the Head Girls and Boys dormitory. He let them both in, opened the door to her room, and made sure she lay down in her bed, handkerchief still clutched in her hand, before he left again.
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Hermione stretched, leisurely looking out the window at the morning sun. For a few brief seconds, she forgot about everything that had happened yesterday, forgot about the broken heart she nursed. But then it all came back to her in a flood.
*How COULD he have DONE this to her?* she thought to herself in complete despair. He had told her he loved her. He had told her that above all things he wanted them to be happy together. And yet, Hermione had walked in on a snogging session between Ron and her best friend, Parvatti.
And who was that man last night? She had been to distracted to notice him, to even think of looking up at him. She clutched the handkerchief to her heart and said a thankful prayer to god for whoever had found her. *If they'd have caught me on the steps asleep tomorrow morning, snap would've had me by the ears!* She gave a watery smile.
Hermione knew she would get threw this situation. She was 17, 18 if you count the time turner, and old enough to know about relationships. She knew that teen relationships, in particular, have a way of going awry. But it still hurt when your two of your three best friends are making out in the common room. She could attend to it; it hurt like hell!
She glanced down at the black silk handkerchief she still held, and gasped in astonishment. In fancy, old-English style lettering was written someone's initials. She gasped in realization…