Love? Was that even safe to say? I should not believe in true love any longer. I don't even know how I fell in love with that jerk. I was wrong, he was worse than just a jerk. He was my lover.
Chapter 1.
"Hermione? Yeh there? It's me, as in the Harry Potter, the boy who-"
Hermione laughed and opened the door following with a pillow flying onto Harry's face. "Oh really? I had no idea! Sorry about that, the Harry Potter. I couldn't see you surviving without me and Ron-" she paused at the named of Ron.
"Psh. I could've survived without Ron! No, I'm wrong, he destroyed a horcrux." Harry says suddenly remembering.
"Yeah...I guess so; and why are you here talking to me about your name?" Hermione asked slightly confused.
"Oh right. Your Ronnie-Pooh wants you in his roomie~" Harry laughed shaking his head.
"R-ron?" Hermione asked as she stiffened up. She was in the burrow, which was rebuilt after the war, she would've escaped but one thing kept her away from that. Love. She stiffened at the thought of why Ron wanted her at his room; it was probably nothing like Harry was thinking of.
"Hermione, Ron is your boyfriend, the guy with the ugly red hair?" Harry said weirdly.
"Yeah I know. I was just confused." Hermione answered.
"Well, I have to get to Ginny now." Harry smiled.
Without another word, they both left the room, Harry headed to Ginny's room as she headed upstairs to a room that was labeled 'Ronald Weasley'. She knocked on the door nerviously. "Come on in, Love." Ron said smiling. She went inside and closed the door.
"Harry said you needed me?" Hermione asked almost timidly.
"Ah. Yes, you see I need all the answers to the Hogwarts packet." Ron smiled. They were able to go back to school because they spent their seventh year fighting. Hogwarts send each of them a packet to do as break homework.
"No." Hermione replied confidently.
"Oh no, that was a request, that was an order, you flithy little mudblood." Ron says grabbing his wand. Afterall, Hermione was the brightest witch in the school, she disarmed him, grabbed his wand and apparated back to his room, he wouldn't be able to apparate without a wand. She cried and cried. This boy that used to love him so much called her a mudblood. There was a huge part of herself that still loved him.
"Hello Hermione. Clever witch you are, ey? Too bad you didn't notice my extra wand on my desk, not so clever anymore." Ron laughs. Hermione would've fought back but she didn't want to hurt her beloved one.
"What happened? You used to love me..." Hermione asked quietly.
"Well you see Hermione, I never fell in love with you, I don't think anybody could! I mean have you taken a look at yourself?" Ron sneered.
"Shut up Ronald." Hermione said quietly.
"What did you say? I believed you said 'I am the ugliest person there is.' well, you were correct. You are the ugliest!" Ron smiled
"Then you're obviously deaf." Hermione glared.
"Deaf? Not me, my ugly mudblood. Cruico!" Ron said with power. Hermione could'nt think, she didn't know what to think, she doesn't even notice the physical pain. She only felt her heart break in peices. Her love used an unforgivable on her. From her research on books, only dark witch or wizards could perform a powerful Cruciatus Curse; then again, Ron's patronus was always the weakest, weaker then Neville Longbottom. She felt herself released from the spell. She lay on her bedroom floor frozened.