Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter. He belongs to Rowling only…*sigh*

A/N: this chapter is quite fluffy, but I promise; it WILL get darker. And darker. And darker…

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Against Her Will

By Aradia Violet.

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And now I'm all alone again

Nowhere to turn, no one to go to

Without a home, without a friend,

Without a face to say hello to.

~Les Misérables

Chapter One: A New Year.

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He stood on platform 9 ¾, watching the crow. A new year. Finally! Harry had never believed two months could take so much time.

Most of the time he had spent on his room, writing and waiting for letters delivered by Hedwig. Letters written by Cho, the girl –no, the woman- of his dreams. Now she was finally his! For three long painfully years he'd been longing after her, the thought of her not leaving him for a second. And then, just when his 5th year was at its end, he'd dared to tell her about his feelings for her. He hadn't told her before because she was still mourning for Cedric, or that's what he used to tell himself. Deep inside he knew it was because he was a coward. He just couldn't manage to be refused.

But when he had spoken to her, an unbelievable thing happened, at least according to him: Cho had smiled and kissed him! Straight on the mouth. Harry'd found out she was the best kisser he knew, but then he hadn't kissed that many. He could still remember that day; it was a bright spring-morning, the sun shined down from a cloud-less sky. He'd asked Cho to come with him, and she had willingly followed him through the hole in the full-blown rose-hedge behind Hogwarts –the one he and Ron used to hide away from the world back when they was ten. When he closed his eyes, Harry could smell the cent from the purple-coloured flowers mixed with Cho's perfume. She had used some sort of vanilla, he mused, but couldn't be quite sure; perfumes had never been his strong point.        

The few days that was left of the school year they'd spend together and Harry wished it could last forever.

"Harry" a soft voice said. He spun around, and faced Cho.

"Hi!" he embraced her. " I've missed you," he whispered into the perfect shaped ear behind all the black hair, inhaling the vanilla fragrance.

"I've missed you to" she said, giving him a long, warm kiss.

Harry carefully released from her, still smiling and light-headed from the kiss.

"We're late, the train's soon leaving." He explained, lifting their trunks. Cho started to walk beside him.

" Can you believe we're in our 6th year already?" she said as he helped him carry the trunks up the train-stairs. " It's almost as my first school-day was yesterday."

" Yeah, but the holiday felt like years when I couldn't be with you" Harry said, flinging himself down on an unoccupied seat.

"Oh, you're so sweet!" Cho smiled, bending down and giving him a light kiss on his forehead.

" Is that all I get?" Harry said with artificial disappointment. Then he put his arms around her waist, pulling her down on his lap. She giggled and covered his mouth with hers.

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Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry was bathing in sunlight. Its spires drew higher and higher up to the bright blue sky, and some chirping birds could be seen as they flew into their nests under the stone roof. Hermione let out a satisfied sigh, squeezing Ron's hand. They'd been dating for more than one year now, and Hermione had never been this happy before, she thought. She looked at Ron, who looked back at her.

" Is there anything you love more than school, 'mione?" He said with a childish smile. She knew that he knew that she thought he was the most adorable person in the world when he was like that.

" Well, just give me a second to think about it, will you?" She answered teasingly.  

" No," she said after a moment " absolutely nothing" she waited to se how Ron's expression changed.

Then she gave a rippling laugh. " Except you of course!"

" Do you know what? I also love me more than I love school. I'm glad we agree with each other." Ron said. Hermoine pretended to slap him, and then placing her hands on both sides of his head.

Ron responsed by kissing her, and suddenly Hermione's world had shrunk into only containing them and this kiss; the only thing that mattered.

They parted a moment later and headed to the massive oak-door, leading to the school, which had been there as long as anyone could remember. Their hands and fingers remained twisted together all the way into the Great Hall.  

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In the shadows of the Whomping Willow, a lonely red-haired girl was gazing the crowd, her sight blurred by tears. She stood like this for a moment, considering what she was intending to do.

Then she saw one particular couple, one Asian girl with her hands round her boyfriend's waist, and she let out a loud sob.

She turned around, and faced the Whomping Willow. Her end of this miserable life.

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