Hello everyone! So it's thefirst fanfiction that I actually post ^^. But i usually write in french. My best friend always tells me to post my fanfictions so i was like why not! Please tell me in the comments what do you think about it and if you have any remarks tell me so i can improve my writing!

Okay I'm gonna stop talking and let you enjoy this first Chapter!

The war had just ended. Harry defeated the Dark Lord. The raven haired boy was being pointed at by everyone who survived, praising him for killing the insane wizard. He was so overwhelmed by this attention and praise that he didn't see the hurt in his
best friend's eyes, as Ron kissed passionately Lavender, after giving Hermione the hope of a relationship with the red head. The brunette left Hogwarts, and sat under a tree, in the park of the castle. Dead bodies, dried blood and wands were lying
here and there, but she didn't really mind it. She was deep in her thoughts, as tears escaped her eyes freely. She was thinking about everything that happened and realized that she was the brain behind everything. She was the one who understood the
origin of the Hollows, she was the one who helped Harry face every challenge every year, getting injured and marked by Bellatrix in order to protect him. She looked at the mark on her left arm, as the word "Mudblood" was written clearly. She tried
every healing potion and every spell that she knew, but it was still carved in her flesh, and maybe forever, who knows. She didn't hear someone calling her before a soft hand touched her shoulder, making her jump and point her wand in front of her,
alarmed. There she saw Fred, standing in front of her, trying to get away from the wand that was pointed at him.

"Hey Hermione, calm down. This mess is over. No one is going to pop up and try to kill you, yet." Said Fred with a grin. But his smile fell as he saw tears running down Hermione's cheeks. The ginger wrapped one arm around her waist, and grabbed her in
a bone crushing hug, while his other hand ran through her hair. Hermione hugged him back, burying her head in the crook of his neck. Fred sensed cold salty water make contact with his skin. They maintained this position for a while, before hearing
screams in the Great Hall. They moved away from each other, as the petite witch dried her tears. Fred took her hand, giving it a little squeeze, before entering the castle. Everyone was taking care of each other, as families were saying goodbye to
their brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, daughters, sons, friends, who died for the rise of the Bright Side. Everyone was still hugging and cheering Harry and Ron, as Hermione made her way to them. She was still angry with Ron, but the presence
of the Weasley twin helper her calm down. She stood in front of Harry with a little smile, and as she wanted to give him a hug but he moved away. She glared at him with surprise. What he said made her breakdown.

"What do you think you're doing?" At this, the whole crowd stopped talking to hear what was happening. And before the witch could respond, the raven haired boy continued. "I saw you with Fred. You're supposed to be with Ron, not his big brother." Fred
could sense the anger of the brunette as she clenched her fist. With the same tone, Harry continued his speech. "I didn't know you like that Hermione. I thought that you were different than all the other girls, that you wouldn't do such thing to Ron.
I always knew that you were like that, a witch who seeks fame and attention. And you know what..."

He couldn't continue his sentence as Hermione punched him in the jaw. Everyone gasped. The petite witch was trembling with rage, wearing a cold mask that would shame Draco Malfoy himself. "No! YOU listen to me you idiot. I didn't do anything. He was the
one who kissed this slut of Lavander. I was outside because I didn't want to watch a disgusting show of them licking each other's tongues. I am really surprised that you missed it, when you saw me and this git holding hands about two hours ago. How
could you say that? How could you forget seven years of friendship because of something that isn't even related to you? Seriously. And let me tell you one thing. It isn't because you are 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' means that you are on the top of the world.
So please just come down to earth and stop showing off like that." said Hermione as she left the Great Hall, stunning everyone in the room, leaving a surprised Harry as he glared at his best friend who was red from embarrassment. It was at this very
moment where the Survivor realized that he did a big mistake by falsely accusing his best friend of cheating. And he knew that he was going to pay for it. Everyone knows as a matter of fact that Hermione was a fierce fighter, and that when she is
angry, it is better to not cross her path. Because when a lion is angry, it could kill you without feeling any guilt about it. And the whole crowd realized the gravity of the situation as they could read fear in the emerald eyes of the winner, a big
distress that can be sensed miles away, as his posture stiffened.