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A/N- So this isn't my first fanfic. But it is my first in a long long time. So be gentle, and please review. XD

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Dresden was in her fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was best friends with Hermione Granger and because of her, she was the second smartest witch in their year. Not that she was complaining. Dresden never complained in fact. That was, until the pain grew. The pain she had in fact been feeling her whole life. The emptiness of being one lone person. One lone person who's purpose was to love, and only love one other.

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I sat in class starring at the floor, trying not to focus on my own thoughts and pay attention to whatever Professor Binns was going on about today. Try as I may, I was failing. I kept starring at the same spot with my chin resting on my right palm. The fingers of my left hand twirling my shoulder length black hair absently.

While starring at the spot on the floor that had no particular interest at all, I couldn't help but search internally for a reason for the void to disappear. I thought of the wonderful friends I had. Hermione being the best of all of them, followed closely by Ginny and Harry. My school marks were remarkable. And my family was as normal as any wizarding family could be. I thought of anything I could. But the feeling was persistent.

"Do your work and stop starring at the floor." Hermione said to me nudging me in the side as we sat in history of magic.

"What?" I asked being brought back to reality.

"You didn't even pay attention to the lesson." Hermione responded. Pointing the obvious out to me as she frequently did.

"Does anyone pay attention in this class?" Hermione gave me a stern look reminiscent of McGonagall.

"Copy the board so at least you'll have some of the material." Ordered Hermione.

"I have all the material in my book. Which I've read, as you know."

"That's not the point."

"I'll humor you...for now." I said as I started to copy the board as Hermione had requested.

I finished my work just before the bell rang signaling the end of class and the beginning of the weekend. I walked with Hermione, Ron, and Harry back to the common room where we then split up again. Hermione coming with me to our dorm. We both put our school things way and changed before dinner.

"What were you so occupied with durring class today?" Asked Hermione before we left the dorm.

"You know I'm a day dreamer." Was what I decided to respond with as opposed to the truth.

"Never durring class though. In class you're always as focused as me. Why not today?" She pressed.

"I just have a few things on my mind."

"And that's code for, what?"

Dammit, she knows me too well.

"It's not a big deal. It's just." I paused to decide how I would word this to let Hermione stop worrying about me. "It's just something that's been bothering me lately."

"What is it?" She asked, slightly more worried.

Well that was the wrong way to phrase to go with. Good going Dresden.

"Hermione, really, what's been on my mind lately isn't something to worry about. I've just been having these feelings lately."

Hermione spoke before I could get another sentence in. "Dresden, will you just tell me?"

"Hermione, I'm about to. Just, wait." I paused again. This time so I could phrase it right for me. "I know I'm only 15. And I know that I still have plenty of time to meet whoever it is I'm meant to meet. But, there's still that emptiness. It almost feels like it's been there forever now. I'm just sick of it. I know I'm meant to love someone. I just want to know who that someone is." I finished my explanation. Hermione looked at me for a while, just smiling.

"Dresden," She started. "You are the most compassionate, passionate, beautiful person I know. You will find this one true love of yours. It may not be tomorrow, or in a week, or a year, but you will." She finished, in hopes of calming my anxieties.

"It's sickening, like I said. The emptiness." Was all I could respond with.

"Well, there's always Harry." Hermione said, clearly joking at my woes, but making me laugh all the same.

"That is disgusting. That's like suggesting to Ginny 'Well, There's always Ron.' Of course, for me there is always Ron." I said. This time I joking at her.

"Now that isn't funny."

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A/N- I know it's a short chapeter. And I do tend to write short chapters. But the sooner I get a review the sooner the next one will be potsed. ;)