'I really like you Hermione, I really like you but I am afraid I have to go, There is someone else for you here, you just haven't noticed him. A certain someone who has been there for you no matter what, why don't you understand? I am not the one for you, you are not the one for me, and Ginny Weasley is the one for me. I am sorry I didn't realise this before, I am sorry I broke your heart but you don't deserve someone as low as me, you deserve better, much better. I promise, I will not break Ginny's heart as I broke yours and I will understand if you never want to see me again. Good Bye Hermione, I'll see you in a month'

How did I get myself into this situation?? I lost a friend, I lost a boyfriend and I lost the nicest, sweetest guy who liked me for who I was. I am such a jerk. Harry was right, I deserve better, I deserved Ron but now, He is gone too. It all started at the beginning of the sixth year. Why this emotion took over my brain was because I was in love. I just didn't know the one I loved, not well enough.

Summer Holidays had almost gotten over. Books were crowding my room and I was feeling proud. Proud for how much I had blossomed over the summer, proud how clever I was and proud that the first trace of love was about to come my way. I sat in my room singing along with my favourite muggle band. For the first time in weeks I was cleaning up my room so I could gather my books for school.

'Honey! Hurry up, where is that fur ball Crookshanks??' Mom yelled from the bottom of the staircase. 'He's probably sleeping in the dryer. And I am almost done' I yelled back. Mom rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen. I sighed and grabbed everything on top of my bed and dumped it into a trunk. I smiled to myself as I took a final look at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe I was looking at myself, the same person who used to be called a Boffin a few years ago, the same person who became friends with the famous Harry Potter, the same person who got asked to the Yule Ball by the famous Quidditch player Viktor Krum. I was blossoming all along, cool. There were many changes in how I looked now. My old bushy hair were now in elegant waves, my usual eyes which had a look of concentration in them all the time now glowed with pleasure sparkling a golden brown. My teeth were finally even and sparkled white. Mom yelled again and I made an odd noise between a cry and a roar as I stormed downstairs my trunk pulling along behind me.

It took us an hour to reach King Cross's station. Mom was getting fussy about the amount of luggage I was carrying and Dad, well he was being the same laid back dad he always was. He rolled his eyes as mom pulled out three name tags to attach to my luggage. 'Mom! I can take care of my own luggage! I don't need name tags' I moaned. 'Yeah, Mrs. Granger give her some freedom' said an unusually mature voice from behind me. I looked back and saw a tall, strong guy with flaming red hair and so many freckles that it looked like a tan. 'Ron!' I squealed, throwing my arms around him. 'Great to see you again' said Ron in a muffled voice. 'Ohmigosh, how was the Caribbean?' 'It was great! Fred and George actually tied Charlie's' I sighed as Ron's elder brother Charlie nudged him hard in the ribs. As Ron and I climbed into the Hogwarts express, Draco Malfoy walked casually into the train and smirked. Ron rolled his eyes and decided to ignore Malfoy. 'Where is Harry?' I said, waving good bye to dad. 'He and Ginny went to look for a compartment when I offered to look for you' 'Right' I said. We walked to the end of the train looking for Harry and Ginny when Neville came walking up to us with a bunch of droobles best blowing gum in his arms. 'Hermione! You look great. Nice tan Ron' said Neville, playfully. Ron grinned and I couldn't help blushing. Neville sniggered and said 'Follow me, Harry and Ginny are in this compartment here' We walked into the compartment and it looked like a couple of people were already in there. A dark boy with a piercing on his eyebrow sat chatting with another boy with his hair spiked up, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan. What have they done to themselves I thought a smile spreading over my face. A blonde girl called Lavender Brown sat gossiping with her best friend Parvati Patil who from my point of view was the prettiest girl in the compartment, in the train as a matter of fact. Harry who had changed a lot as well, he now had a muscular built and a tan as well. He wore transparent lenses instead of his glasses and he was chatting up another girl with flaming red hair. Ginny Weasley! She had changed the most from everyone else. She had matured into a better figure, her face was glowing with laughter and her eyes flashed energetic silver. She looked at me and squealed and threw her arms around me. 'Ginny!' I shrieked. Harry looked at me and I didn't know what took over me. My heart melted. Harry's eyes looked straight into mine and they glowed with affection. I smiled at him, he looked at me then at Ginny and then back at me. I leaned down and gave him a hug, it seemed like there was electricity passing down my spine. I sighed. 'It's great to see you again' he said.