Summary: Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger, and Pansy Parkinson used to be the best of friends, till they found out about their families past and their now awaiting future. Will they be able to steer away from each other and let it be or will there be drama, tears, and fights along the way? Draco x Hermione x Pansy at the beginning, then Draco x Hermione, Pansy x O.C. , and Luna x Blaise. Sometimes it's better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you aren't. This is sort of OOC but I'm sorry, I thought the idea was good and that the story would turn out good, too. I decided in this story Hermione has two brothers that are twins but they really don't play much of a part since they are eight. Also, this does take place in HBP, but I'm not sure if I am going to go along with the book.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
"Moving on is simple, it's what you leave behind that makes it difficult."
Hermione sighed tucking a strand of her sandy brown hair behind her ear while looking at her reflection in the mirror of her bathroom one last time. Her big brown eyes seemed to shine extra dull today, she had no idea if it was because of the fact that she got almost no sleep the night before while she stayed up packing choosing to leave that for the last minute, or if it was just the lighting playing tricks on her mind. She turned her red, shiny, high heeled feet ,that made her look extra tall, around to take one last look at everything in her room for a quick double check. If she forgot one single thing she was sure she would call her mum right away as soon as she arrived to see how quickly she could get it back into her beautiful, small, graceful hands.
As she walked away after her quick double check, Hermione couldn't help but notice in the corner a picture frame cracked fiercely down the middle. The broken glass seemed to be missing sections because there were patches of picture without a cracked piece of frame over top of it. Hermione sighed as she reminisced while looking at the picture. She remembered that time perfectly well, it was when neither of the three knew about this secret world that was meant for them and awaiting their arrival for quite some time. "Hermione," Katherine Granger, her mother called from downstairs. "If you don't hurry we'll miss the train." Her mother sounded a bit upset and annoyed. She obviously wasn't aware that the events leading up to their departure would take so long this morning.
"Coming," Hermione called quickly shoving the picture that she took out of the broken frame into one of her three trunks waiting outside of the door, while tossing the shattered frame into a old, rusted, tin, garbage can on the way out of the door that sat by itself in the corner. It was the only thing beside her bed that was left in her room. Hermione quickly shut off the lights and rushed downstairs.
"All set dear?" Jason Granger, her father asked and waited for her simple nod just to show her he was watching. After she approved he smiled and helped his daughter haul two of her three suitcases out to the car with her mom waiting patiently in the front seat, and her brothers arguing about who had to sit with their sister this time, while standing on the freshly cut lawn next to the silver jeep that was parked crookedly on the driveway of her home.
"If you two booger brains haven't decide who has to sit next to me, then it will have to be both of you," Hermione threatened walking up next to her brothers and whispering just to make sure her parents couldn't hear her.
After her threat was processed in the two 8 year olds brain, they quickly rushed a game of rock paper scissors out. Hermione sighed getting ready to go to the other side of the car ,and thought back to the picture that was crumpled up into her trunk. She wished she could go back in time to that date exactly. Everything was peaceful and wonderful and nothing was bad. But sometimes that's how life is, you don't always get what you want, do you? After all that is what Hermione said herself.
"Sometimes we build up walls not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down."
Pansy Parkinson smiled, forcedly, at her image in the mirror. No matter how much she tried she couldn't confidently smile at herself. It wasn't the fact that she looked bad, because Pansy was anything but ugly especially in her own eyes, it was the fact that she couldn't force herself to look into the eyes of her image.
This summer she had done many things that made her sick to her stomach, she couldn't handle it anymore and didn't know what to do. She pretended she was happy with her fate and that giving up her old best friends didn't bother her, but it was cutting her up deep inside.
Forcefully shoving up the sleeve on her cloak she winced in pain at the memory of how that mark had been made on her delicate marble skin.
She thought back to the moment, how her mother and father smiled at her as they waited in the room behind her with all the other already members of the Dark Lord. Her parents had been so happy when she finally said she would get the dark mark in order to make them happy, but it did anything but make her happy in the end.
She was forced to watch innocent people die and watch in terror as they realized the fate they were going to have, death.
All summer, she made people believe she was happy, and it worked, but Pansy wasn't happy at all. She didn't believe in the fact that muggles and purebloods were of the same equality, but she had always been a hopeless romantic and believed that if they wanted to be together and start a family that they should. Also, they didn't deserve to just die for the fate they were given, they were born into this world as muggles and couldn't change it no matter how much they wanted to.
"Pansy, darling," she heard her mother drawl from the bottom of the stairs of their Manor, in the entry way. "Hurry up we will be leaving soon."
"Ok, mum," Pansy called still making eye contact with the person in the mirror. Deciding it was best to stop worrying herself, Pansy turned away and made her way to her trunks.
Going through her self check list in her mind Pansy was quite confident she had everything she'd need this year.
Gracefully she turned from her room passing by a certain touchy picture on the way out on her bedside table. She halted to a stop as her eyes scanned the picture and then they slowly narrowed. With a annoyed 'humph' coming from her delicate pink pouty mouth she turned the frame over and exited the room dramatically.
Pansy slowly, but surely made her way down the marble staircase in her Enterance Hall of her beautiful and elegant Manor her parents' owned.
"Ah, Pansy, nice to see you made it," Thomas, her father joked as his daughter made her way down the steps.
"Good morning father," Pansy bitterly smiled and nodded at her mum, "mother." Her mom enveloped her in a tender hug and stepped back.
"My, my, darling you are surely growing up," Theresa, Pansy's mum smiled. "To think, in one year you'll be done with school and be out in the world doing who knows what." Pansy giggled as her father eyed her and her mother curiously.
"Yeah I think we will be knowing what she's doing. At least I hope so," Thomas grimaced at all the weird thoughts of what his angle of a daughter could do.
"Now, now father, let's not think of that," Pansy laughed and turned to go get her dress robes.
"Winky," Thomas called, as the scared and shaking house elf plopped in right in front of him.
"Yes, master," Winky stuttered.
"Could you please go and get Pansy's trunks," Thomas spat at the poor and innocent house elf.
"Yes, master," Winky nodded.
By the time Pansy was back all her trunks were in a nice and evenly stacked pile. She smiled and picked up one of them as her dad picked up the other two.
"We best be going now, come along," Theresa smiled lightly and guided them to come.
"You never know what life is until you have lived it," Marilyn Monroe
Luna Lovegood bounded down the stairs and into the small and crowded kitchen of her small Burrow home.
Laughing, she sat next to her overly tired father, "Good morning," her velvety voice chorused.
Her father nodded and Luna decided it was best to leave it at that. Some days he is overly happy and others he looks like he could fall asleep any minute and there'd be nothing anyone could do about it.
Standing up Luna went and grabbed the tea pot that was bursting and making noises on the kitchen stove top.
Standing in front of the sink, Luna's eyes drifted to the mirror above the sink and smiled at her reflection.
Most people who knew Luna, only knew her as the upbeat, bouncy, and positive Ravenclaw, but there was much more to her than that.
She believed in magical creatures that most people that were ridiculous, though a few thought it was cute and charming, her father being one of them.
She excelled in her grades and knew almost anything. Though no one usually took the time to care, but to her she just lived life and everyone else was missing out on it.
The only people who actually cared and took the time were her old friends, but they weren't there to care anymore.
Ever since the end of last school year, when the event happened, Pansy had not talked to her and neither had Hermione.
Luna, and her family, had betrayed both of them. Even thought she didn't mean for it to happen it still did and she couldn't take it back no matter how much she wanted to.
Taking her tea with her, she went back to her seat at the small, two people table in her kitchen and began to eat her breakfast. "Father," Luna's dad's eyes shot up to meet her's. "We should be leaving soon, you know, for school."
He just nodded and she took it as a sing that he understood. After finishing, Luna dashed upstairs and picked up her one overly stuffed trunk and hauled it down the stairs.
"I'm ready if you are," Luna smiled. She had changed into her robes also and was now waiting patiently for her father to come along too.
"Yes, yes we should be going," he nodded and linked arms with his daughter as they walked out of the Burrow and began their destination.
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