"the butterfly effect; one choice influences everything. Hermione finds herself torn between logic and emotion. When she choses the latter, she might have to face some ugly consequences."
an; my first ever fanfiction! I hope you guys like it, please review so I know what you think of it!
big thanks to my slytherin best friend, for helping me sort out some of the storyline ideas that were stuck in my head. i love you!
Disclaimer; I do not own Harry Potter or any characters involved. All belongs to JK Rowling. Round of applaus for that genius of a woman please, thank you.
warning; mature content ahead. Smut, heavy language, forced sexual actions and deaths.
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Hermione ran. She ran untill she felt her breath heavy in her chest, her lungs begging her for more air. Her feet ached, feeling heavy with exhaustion. She should have paid attention. Did she really just let the Death Eaters catch her off guard? In her mind the whole evening was playing on repeat. How could she have been so stupid?
19.30
"Hermione, come downstairs. We're celebrating! Please! This is a really big victory, you know that." Ron pulled her hand in an attempt to raise her from the big arm chair she was seated in.
They had recaptured Hogsmeade that night. The order had fought for their lives, being outnumbered greatly by Death Eaters. But Hermione could only think of Angelina being captured and the green flash of light that had killed Liza, a third year Hufflepuff that had just joined Dumbledore's Army.
"Ron, leave me alone." She freed herself from his grip, her brows frowning when she suddenly smelled his alcohol infused breath. "Have you been drinking?" she asked in surprise. Ron looked down at her, his cheeks slowly turning the colour of his hair, as she watched him look for words.
"I... well.. As I was saying 'Mione.. we're all celebrating! Everyone is so happy we got back Hogsmeade!"
She shook her head. He knew how she felt about this whole drinking situation. She was no prude, deliberately blocking out alcohol or celebration, but she was just very much aware of the danger lingering behind people who let their guard down. And alcohol infused minds do not respond as a clear one would. Loosing Theo, the deflected Slytherin who tried to drink away his troubled mind, the night he downed just one Firewhiskey too much before walking into an ambush had taught her enough about that.
"I don't think you understand, Ronald." she said while she shifted in her seat, fighting back the fire that started rising in her chest. "I am happy too but-"
"Then join us! Let your hair down, 'Mione! Let the butterbeer clear your mind of all those troubles." Ron took both her hands in his and shook them a little, inviting her in a short dance.
Was he really this daft?
He bowed down and cupped her face in his hands. He kissed her slowly, nibbling her bottom lip, and when he backed up he looked her in her eyes seductively.
"Come on babe, don't be such a wallflower. You always hide up here in your room as soon as it gets fun! I know there's a fun, sexy partyanimal hidden in your chest. " He looked at her daringly, winking at the assumption of her sexy alterego fighting to get out.
The fire in her chest exploded, and in a flash she rose from her chair, facing Ron and leaving very little room between their bodies.
"I. DON'T. WANT. TO. END. UP. LIKE. THEO." she called out, tears burning in her eyes.
She had cared very much for the Slytherin. When he arrived at Grimmauld Place he was wounded, physically as well as mentally. The physical wounds had healed in the shortest amount of time, but the damage the war, his father, and the Dark Lord had done to his mind were a lot harder to fix. She had tried. Oh Merlin knows she had tried. The nights she had spend sitting next to him, looking out the window into the starry night. The conversations they had shared, trying so hard to find peace in his heart. And for the longest of time she felt like he was doing better. But when she saw him sneak up to his room at four in the afternoon, and to feel the scent of Firewhiskey burning in her nose when he came back down for dinner, she knew he was still broken.
"Is that what this is all about?! That drinking piece of rubbish? He was an alcoholic Hermione!"
Ron threw his hand up in defeat, not understanding the friendship she and Theo had developed over the weeks.
"Are you really that selfish? Do you really not care about other people at all, Ronald?" She was dead serious now, her voice calm with disappointment. "You really do not get it, do you?"
"So what if I don't? There is nothing I can do to bring him back, can I now?" he said, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
"Get out." she said, pointing her finger at the door.
"Fine!"
Ron threw his hands up is defeat once more and exited the room, leaving behind a furious bushy haired witch.