Summary: Not long after the war it seems like everyone has simply forgotten that it ever existed. The smiles and the laughter becomes too much. She finds herself being unable to breathe. No one around her seems to notice how she is falling apart. Maybe an unfamiliar place is all she needs to forget the past, the memories that just wont leave her a place where she'll be able to breathe again. Begins with Harry/Hermione and Jasper/Alice but will be Hermione/Jasper.
Author's notes: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight
It's always so surprising how completely oblivious people are. You're the supposed love of your life is messing around with your best mate, your child lying about brushing their teeth. The evidence is all there, staring at you in the face. Your love coming home smelling like your friend, finding her favorite lacey red panties at his place, the tooth brush dry as a cactus looking the same as the day it came out of the package. So completely oblivious, or just plain stupid. They can't even tell when their best friend, the one who has stood by them for years, is slowly falling apart.
In their defense, how can you tell when someone is falling apart when you never really got to know the real them. One would think though that after being around someone for years that they could pick up on these things. For one Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, that most certainly was not the cases. Even after all these years, all of these dark years, they were still quite clueless when it came to one Miss Hermione Granger.
She was slowly falling apart, she knew that, she really did. Since the age of eleven being thrown into a magical world, full of wonder and well magic, life should have seemed like a fairy-tail come true. A fairy Godmother, a prince on a white horse, the whole nine yards – only it wasn't. There were no fairy Godmothers, or Princes, but there were – are blood supremacist. People who have come from generations and generations of 'pure' bloods who believed that anything less than 'pure' should be controlled or destroyed.
So this wonderful fairy-tail world was really a world full of hatred and darkness and those too oblivious to notice. A giant snake released with the orders of killing any one with 'dirty' blood in a school full of children, beings that feed off of your soul sent to a school full of children, your families being murdered because they have no magic, or do not agree with the pure-blood ideas, or being raped and tortured because those with dirty blood are stealing the magic from the pure-bloods. This was not a happy fairy-tail but a nightmare. Having lived through this, survived from this was enough to break anyone. It was no wonder Hermione found herself in this predicament.
She knew that she was falling apart.
He wrapped his arms around me, I could fill his hot breath against my neck. His lips grazing my neck, his teeth gently nipping at me, I arch into his touch. I can feel him hardening against my bum, it makes me wet. I know what I am doing is wrong, he is to marry in a week to his best friend's little sister. His best friend who is madly in love with me. He turns me around and slowly kiss down my chest, spending a good amount of time on my breast, sucking and biting and squeezing my hard nipples. His hand finds my wet folds, gently creasing my pink bundle teasing me with his fingers. I run my fingers through his unruly black hair, tugging, running my nails on his back.
He suddenly puts two fingering into me making gasp his name against his neck. He know what I want as I arch my hips up to him. I can feel him chuckles against my breast, I am very impatient. What we are doing is wrong, his in love with Ginny, he does not love me like her, but our bodies just crave each other, It doesn't make what where doing right but it does feel like that. He takes his fingers out of me, making whimper with the loss of contact, before I could complain for long he thrusts himself into me. I forget how to breathe, as he thrusts into me. Oh Merlin, it feels so good. It's not right we both know that, but damn does it feel good.
It's the night of their engagement party, I sneak pass Ron, heading straight to the bride to be and her groom. Everyone is here, laughing and talking like there was never was a war less than six months ago. It seems like everyone has forgotten, I can never forget. I absent mindedly rub my right forearm, no, I can never forget I think as I smile at Ginny and hug her.
"Congratulations'!" I say, even though I think getting married as young as they are is a mistake. She smiles back at me, it's a smile that can light up a whole room.
"Thanks 'Mione," Even her voice is lightening up the room with happiness. It makes me sick. I turn to Harry with a smile on my face, he grasps me and pulls me into a hug.
"I'm glad you're here 'Mione" he says as return the hug. I can feel him harden against me, it makes me genuinely smile. "Wouldn't have missed it" I replied, It gives me great satisfaction to think I can cause such a reaction from him. I love him, I do, I'm just not in love with him. I step back smiling to them, Ginny thinks I need a man, someone like her Harry. If only she knew that when they separate tonight and she goes off to her own bed saving herself for marriage, Harry will be crawling into bed with me. That thought makes me smile just a little bit more.
"Hey!" Ron comes up and puts his arm around my waist. It makes me cringe. I hate it when he touches me. He makes me feel like I'm an object, Harry doesn't, and Ginny is always trying to pimp me out to him. Maybe that's why it gives me satisfaction to sleep with Harry, he treats me like a person and doesn't belittle me or try to whore me out saying that I should be so lucky for the attention no man looks at me the way Ron does. Harry makes me feel beautiful and wanted, like I don't have to settle,
"Hello Ronald" I say slowly stepping out of his grasp. His cheeks flush red with anger, but before he can do anything Harry gets his attention with the intent to start in impromptu Quidditch match. Even Ginny leaves and it gives me a moment to breath. I rub my right arm and frown realizing what I am doing.
Thank goodness I am leaving soon. It keeps getting harder to breath here I think, as I watch them all laugh and play around. Too many bad things have happened here lately, and all the smiles and laughter feels like knives in my heart. I need to leave so I can breathe, so when I hear laughter it doesn't make me cringe. I can't do that here, too many memories, but I know in Forks Washington I may be able to breathe again.
I know that I am slowly falling apart, and everyone around me is too oblivious to notice.