Hello to all! First off, I'm very sorry I never continued Twisted Emotions. I lost the inspiration. If you have ideas for the story to continue, let me know(:

Second, I'm very sad to say that I haven't seen the latest HP movie so this is as close as I will get.

Third, I'm sorry that it's short, but once again, it's just a test atm. Considering at how obsessed I am with this pairing, this story will most likely continue for a while. So let me know if you think I should continue or not(:


In dark times, times like these. Two people are brought closer together.

It seems like an eternity since those words had been said to Hermione. She didn't understand why it had chosen to ring through her head now, of all times.

Her eyes stared out the window of the train as she sat alone in one of the small rooms. Her hands remained in her lap as her thumbs began to cause friction against one another, twiddling about. Her waves of dark hair flowed down past her shoulders effortlessly. She didn't understand herself anymore.

Her heart had chosen the enemy. Draco Malfoy, a student of Slytherin and a pure blood. How could she betray Ron like that? He was the one person who only loved her back. Or was that just what she continued to tell herself? She knew Draco would never love her back, so she went to Ron. Had she ever actually loved the red head?

"You okay Hermione?" The voice came from the doorway.

Hermione had slightly jumped at the sound of his voice. She looked toward the red head himself. Harry was right behind him. "Hey guys, sorry, I must have dozed off." She gave a pathetic excuse of a smile before allowing Ron to sit beside her and Harry sitting across from her just as they always did.

A conversation was deeply needed through the silence of the train ride. Hermione sat straight and cleared her throat. "So, Harry is under the impression that Draco Malfoy is a Death Eater." She spoke, looking at Harry though her words were intended for Ron.

Ron glanced from Hermione to Harry curiously before hearing Harry argue, "I mean, his father was a Death Eater. It all makes sense. Besides, Hermione said she saw it."

Huffing, Hermione glared at Harry. "I told you, I don't know what I saw." That was a lie. She knew exactly what she saw. She just didn't want to believe it. Believing it would mean that the knew exactly what was coming if she were to get on the wrong side of Draco, or worse, if she found out the task the Dark Lord would give him.

The ride had seemed silent after that. Then again, what else was there to say? That seemed to be all they could talk about anymore, the Death Eaters. It didn't help that they had attacked the muggles in broad daylight. Hermione hadn't seen Harry since their conversation. He told them that he would be back, but he had yet to return and they'd just arrived at Hogwarts. Getting to her feet, she followed Ron out of the doorway, glancing down the hall. "I wonder where Harry went." She spoke softly.

All that she had gotten in return was a slight, careless shrug from Ron. "He's probably already off the train." He then began to lead her off the train.

She glanced toward him as he spoke before following him out. She took one last glance down the hall as she reached the exit before hopping off the train. This would mark the beginning of a very interesting and probably the most sickening year of Hermione's life as a student at Hogwarts.