Chapter 1- (August 10)

"Hermione?" said a deep voice, one that belonged to a just waking man.

"Huh?" she said as her heavy eyelids slowly fluttered open.

"You're beautiful when you're sleeping, didja know that?" A sly smile crept onto her swollen lip, as she cuddled even closer to the man that she had loved since the beginning of second term, in her third year.

She ran a manicured finger down his washboard abs, the Quitcith really paid off. "Yea I know I am."

"Mia?" She smiled at her knew nickname.

"Yea?"

"I…umm…er…I think…no I know that I am, er, in love with you," he began drawling a deep breath. "I love you a lot, and well, since you only have a year left of school we could…should do something bigger," he finally finished.

"There isn't much bigger than what we did last night," She bit her bottom lip nervously and slowly processed what he had just said. "You mean…are you sure?"

"Yes I know I am," he smiled. 'I wish I had a ring.' "Hermione Elizabeth Granger will you please marry me after your seventh year?" His hope seemed to linger on each word.

A tear of happiness crept down her face, "Of course I will!" She said almost at a yell and rolled on top of him giving him the most passionate kiss that they had ever shared.


Flash back to 4 weeks before (July 14)

"That was," Hermione panted. She and him had been snogging out on the porch for the last ten minutes.

"Wow," he finished. He was her boyfriend of six months Ronald Weasley. Hermione felt a little different. She knew Ron wasn't the one for her but she tried to love him, she wanted to love him but it just felt well wrong.

'Hermione! You need to stop this! Ron isn't the one that you've wanted to be with since third year is he?'

'Well no but,'

'No bloody buts!'

'Fine then, then I guess I should tell him later, but not now!'

'There you go with the buts!'

'Urgg!'

'Fine just bloody say goodnight!'

She leaned in and gave him a short kiss bidding him good night, then walked though the big red oak door.

'Easy wasn't it?' her conscience said.

'That bloke will believe anything!'


"Mum? Dad?" Hermione called into the open space of the tan foyer. 'Why are the suitcases packed?' After no one answered for about five minutes she said, "Hello?" 'Something isn't right…'

"Oh hi honey we're upstairs!" The voice sound far away, it sounded different from her mother's normal honey-sweet voice.

"So why are the suitcases packed?" She yelled as she climbed up the fourteen solid oak stairs.

"We," her mom stressed the 'we' part. "We are going to America!" Hermione rolled her eyes. 'I bloody hate this! Thinks she can just spring anything on me!'

'Take out the earrings you fool!' Hermione grabbed the sliver studs that hung in her freshly pieced ears. She had told Ron that it was something she always wanted but her mum always said no. So Ron brought her to an ear-piercing pallor and got a sliver stud in his left ear while she got one in her right, and two in her left (one in her lope the other in her cartilage). She had gotten the extra one because Ron had to pay for two piercing but her refused to get one in each ear, said it would make him look like a 'bloody freaking fag!' in Ron's own words.

"So why are we going, and why didn't you tell me before today?" Hermione's voice asked monotone. It was a trait that she picked up from her charms, herbology, and potions partner Draco Malfoy.

"We-er- aren't goin with you right away, Hun," her father told her.

"Huh?" 'They actually think that I'm flying in a stupid airplane by myself!' Composing her self, still careful not to show any emotions. "But mother didn't you just say that we are going together?"

"Herms, we just need to take care of a few things," her mom told her.

"Like?" Hermione hated prying but this was one of the times.

"We're goin to a marriage consoler beforehand," her father blurted out.

"Then are we really going to go to see her family? Or you gonna send me and not take me back, huh?" Hermione felt horrible at want she had said but still kept her face emotionless.

"Yes, we're going to go visit your mom's family in New York City. Your aunt Rhiannon, your uncle Marquise, and Cousin Olivia. And no we won't not follow."

She glared at her parents and composfully walked out of her parent's room down the hall.

"Well honey you should go and start packing, Hun," her father yelled as she left the room and entered the coffee-colored hallway.

"Umm, yea, er, right." She mumbled under her breath. 'I think that I will owl Ron first, I hope he won't hate me,' she said to herself.

"That sound like a great idea. But go to bed soon, you're leaving bright and early tomorrow morning," he dad yelled as she shut her door.


'I hate them! They are bloody sending me away to do want see bloody America? Bet there ain't anything to do in America though.'

'Well, Olivia did say that there are a lotta hot guys in New York.'

' Granger stop, Ron, remember Ron!'

'No don't remember you are ending it tonight!'

'Er, right, ending it with Ron, my boyfriend Ron.'

She took out a spare piece of parchment. 'Where is the damn quail?' She asked her self right before fining it under another piece of parchment.

Dearest Ron,

There is an ache inside my soul; I can feel it in my bones as a shaky hand pens this letter. You know that in my heart I will always have a spot for you, but I regretfully must tell you that our relationship is over. I am going to America for the remanded of the summer. I cannot force you to stay with me, so I believe that we should break up. This was you can have your freedom.

I only just found out about my trip, right after our, umm, snogfest on my front porch. I am going to America to see my mum's sister's family. I wish dearly that I could take you with me. I do love you but there is no way out of this. I did ask if I could go to the Burrow but the said no. To make it worse my aunt, uncle and cousin are all muggles!

Muggles! Oh Merlin I won't be able to finish my homework! Now for sure I won't get head girl! Urgg! Sometimes I believe that my parents are just to bloody full of themselves they don't seem to care about me, or my wishes at all! I'll be back of the seventeenth of August. Then I can go to Diagon Alley with you, Ginny, and Harry on the nineteenth. See you the second that I can.

All my love,

Hermione

She couldn't stand to tell him that her parents were going counseling, or that she didn't really love Ron.

As she tied the letter to her owl's foot a tear crept down her cheek. 'So many lies!'

'Ahh but it is for the best deary.'

'I hate you!'

'You don't hate me I am your conscience. If you hate me then you would hate yourself! An I know that you don't hate yourself in anyway at all.'

'That's what you think!' Hermione ran to the bathroom and while in her once pure white bathroom she began cut herself with her razor, nothing horrible bad but it made her feel so much better, knowing that for once she could control her life. Even if it meet dirtying her hands.

Ok I had to re-write some of this chapter, the plot changed a little! Please review I will love you for it!! PLEASE!!!!!!!! It will help me update faster… (wink wink)

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