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It had all been for nothing, all her efforts were worthless. He didn't want her, he never wanted her and he never would want her!

She'd never touch his perfect face again, never would she see him smiling at her again, his beautiful smile…

One small tear ran down Hermione's face. She stared at the piece of parchment she held in her hand. He must never find out, that's for certain. No one must ever find out that she loves him!

She stood up, straightened her back and walked back to the small group of people standing in the middle of a big stone circle. The owl that had just delivered her the message was already gone in the dark night.

"What was that all about?" Ron asked.

"Oh, just a letter from Hagrid, asking if we could visit him again sometime soon", Hermione answered.

"Good," Harry said. "I think it's best if we go then!" He put his finger on an old mobile someone had dropped there. It wasn't just a mobile, of course. It was a Portkey.

"Yes," Hermione answered. I think it's best if we leave now, otherwise we'll be late for the match!" She also put her finger on the mobile and soon the rest of their small group followed. They suddenly disappeared, taken away by the Portkey.

Not much later, they arrived at the campsite in Austria, where the Quidditch World Cup Final would be kept.

A little while later, Hermione sat on a chair in the tent she was sharing with Ron, Ginny and Harry. In her hand, she held the letter he had send her.

Dear Hermione,

I wanted to let you know that I am moving. My mother really can't stand the thought of living in the same house that caused my father's death. I'm sorry it has to be this way, but I'm afraid we can't go on like this. You won't see me again.

Love,

Draco

Hermione folded the letter, still not really able to contain the thought she would never be able to see Draco again.

"What are you holding in your hand, Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Hm", Hermione looked at Harry. "Oh, nothing, just some junk, I'll throw it away ..." She walked over to the bin.. If she was going to forget about him, she thought, this would be a good start. She hesitated only the slightest moment, but then dropped the small piece of parchment in the bin and walked outside. It was time for the World Cup Final and she had to be in her best mood, acting like nothing was wrong.

Hermione had learned to like Quidditch a bit, but the game wasn't exciting enough to hold her attention. Soon, her thoughts dwell off to Draco, his smell, his hand in hers ... STOP! She thought, I musn't let this happen, I was going to forget all about him and live my own life! She concentrated on the match again. She heard Ron shouting fanatically. He was the person she should love, not Draco. He wasn't worth her attention, he was just a stupid prick, always insulting her. But he had changed, and deep down, she knew she would never be able to forget him. Why did I have to fall in love with the only person I could never be with?

Hermione was abruptly torn from her thoughts when Ron yelled again.

"No, get the Snitch, fly faster, you idiot!" she heard Ron yelling.

"I bet I could've caught that Snitch within seconds", Harry murmured.

"We know you could have, Harry, but you promised not to play Quidditch for a year, so please stop worrying about it!" Ginny said, a little annoyed.

Hermione sighed, she wished this game would be over, so she could go to bed. She was really, really tired and couldn't stand being around all these people anymore.

This prologue isn't long, but I hope you like it. If you see any grammatical mistakes or typos, please tell me. Oh, and review, please, I want to know how people think about it and see if this story is worth continuing.