So for those who might actually be keeping track of my writing: hi there. I know that this is quite short, but its because its like a prologue type of thing. Though the next ones might be short too, but before you complain know this: I write these in school (shhh.) and inspiration has been hiding in some cave, so I'm sorry.
P.S. I also apologize for the crappy spacing, it won't cooperate.
Hermione lay under the shade of a tree. The river was calm and there were flowers starting to bloom and she could feel something warm around her. She opened her eyes and realized that her face was buried into a cottony white shirt, she looked up and saw a blonde head facing out into the water. Oh right. She suddenly remembered where she was and the thought made her smile. It was her and Draco's 2nd anniversary and they'd gone to Paris for some time alone, it was their last day so they had decided to just have a "quiet day out" by having a picnic near the Eiffel Tower.
"Hey. Sorry, I fell asleep. The circumstances were too tenpting" said Hermione snuggling closer to breathe in his scent. These past few days had been heaven; just staying up late reading with each other, romatic nights out for dinner, she almost wished it would never end...Perspective and priorities she reminded herself. School was coming up and it was finally their last year at Hogwarts. She would miss it, yes, but there was something exciting about finally leaving school and graduating. She and Draco had resumed school after the Battle at Hogwarts, they were both 19 now and they'd be graduating the following year.
"Draco? Earth to Malfoy. You've looked so stressed lately. Don't you love Paris? All the time we've been spending together, its just been, well, magical. What's worrying you?" Hermione asked nonchalantly.
True, he'd looked distracted these last few days, but she didn't delve into it. He was probably just thinking about school and what would happen once they'd graduated. So his response hit her like a bullet.
"Granger, I've been thinking a lot about our situation. My parents have no idea we're together, neither do our friends and people have started to notice that we've been spending an awful lot of time together. Blaise keeps asking me where I am and I keep lying, and it doesn't feel right anymore. My parents have also gotten suspicious and I'm worried that they're going to figure it out, and then where would we be?" Draco avoided her eyes the entire time but she could tell from his expression when she looked up that he was frustrated and worried. These were bad signs.
"Draco, we've talked about this remember? We decided that we were going for this relationship because what other people think doesn't matter, we have each other, I love you and that's what counts" Hermione had started biting her lip, a nervous habit. What was this leading to?
"Granger, one of my reasons for comig here was to be able to spend as much time with you as possible, and the other was to relax and just be with you. And I did this because...because we've run out of time love. I love you, like you can't even imagine, but I can't do this anymore. I can't keep on hiding things like this Granger, I know I'm going to regret this because I want to be with you, I do. My mind is telling me that this is wrong and just know that I love you ok? Don't ever doubt that, and if it weren't for my family well...well I'd be yours forever and Granger, please don't look at me like that, you're making this harder than it already is"
He was sighing, and the look on his face made Hermione want to believe him, but she was too shocked at the moment to think about anything else. She could feel a wet puudle on her lap and she quickly wiped away the tears.
How could everything go from perfect to just a huge disaster?
She knew she had to be strong goddamnit, she shouldn't even be crying she told herself. She was always the strong one in her group of friends, laughing at Lavender when Ron broke up with her and refusing to cry because it showed weakness, and now she was just bawling like a baby. Get a grip Hermione, her mind told her. She knew deep inside that this could happen, but she used to block it out of her mind because he was there, and he loved her and that was all that mattered. But now, she had to face the coldness of reality, life isn't a fairytale, there are no happy endings.
Hermione woke up, her hair wet and for a moment she thought she was still in Paris and that it had all been a bad dream instead of a memory, but as she looked to the side she realized that the arms around her did not belong to her blonde, blue-eyed Slytherin. They belonged to her red-haired best friend. This wasn't a dream, she was in the Burrow, not in France. She was with Ron and would be marrying him in a few days, not Draco. She got up and got dressed for the day, trying not to wake Ron. This was real, this was happening, it was time to wake up.