Title: Everytime

Chapter: 1

Author: Silverbunnie.. but you can call me BubbleWrap

Date: Friday, August 20, 2004

Author's Notes

This story is based on the song Everytime, by Britney Spears. It is not a songfic, though it would be more touching if you were to listen to Everytime, or some other sappy song as you read it!

When I first wrote this story, I originally planned to have it as one long chapter. But I realized that that would be a bit boring and I wanted to build suspense as you, the reader, read it. I know that these chapters may be short, but I'm posting it all at once. The ending is not as great as I thought it was going to be because I wrote it while I was happy, not sad, as I was with the beginning and middle. I hope you enjoy!

PS... would you mind if I asked for a review of some kind? Because I know there are a lot of people that read stories, like them, but not review. If you do like my story, or if you want to give me some criticizm, please take 2 seconds out of your day to say "Hi," please?

SilverBunnie aka Bubblewrap

My story isnt any different from all the other romances in 15 pages... as The Counter, has told me. The Counter asked me why I would think that my story is different from the rest. Well, here's my answer, I don't. This is just a way to express my own feelings and emotions. I don't care what you think or say. Go ahead, try and hurt my feelings....because this is just the way i feel when i'm down. Not just a story, but its who i am.. get over it. Oh yeah.. this person is really really rude. whatever.. ?userid=243694

It was cold. Winter months were soon to come. The wind blew an unwelcomed breeze towards two individuals who stood at the steps of an old castle. Both were lonely in a crowded world. They had sought each other out and were now alone, together.

Here she was. Standing in front of him. Her eyes were pleading to him. He didn't flinch. There was nothing she could have done to make him change his mind.

"Tell me, at least; what did I do wrong?" she asked, her usually sparkling eyes were now brimmed with tears.

He looked at her, the pathetic thing. She was so weak, so vulnerable. She was supposed to be strong, but he broke her.

Turning to look at the ground towards his feet and then once again looking into her eyes, he replied with iced cruelty, "You didn't do anything. It wasn't your fault you were born a mudblood."

She wanted to burst out into tears at this very moment. What had gone wrong? What did she do to change his personality so quickly

I was just getting to know who he really was. I thought he cared for me... That's my punishment for assuming things.

She couldn't cry in front of him. The bastard. The one he would always be.

She looked up into his eyes that held no love or compassion for her at all. She wanted to be angry, to yell, to scream at him. To make him upset and break his barriers.... To make him feel again.

Instead, her heartbrokenness took over. She bit her lip.

It's over. His words echoed in her head.

She wasn't going to beg and grovel at his feet to take her back. She wasn't going to get angry and seek revenge. She was going to be just as cold and cruel to him as he was to her.

"Don't let me hold you back on doing what you want to do," she told him, her face unemotional. "Maybe it was never meant to be."

After a moment's pause, he scowled at her then turned away, not seeing a single teardrop fall to its death. Finding its way down her pale cheek, it landed on the cold, hard floor.

Hermione was in the library again. Typical.

But it wasn't typical that she couldn't concentrate on her book about famous wizards of all time. She couldn't go though a paragraph without thinking of him. If anyone observed her, every few minutes she would make a face as if she were going to cry. She would then stop and try to concentrate once again.

Slamming the book on the table, Hermione was upset. She couldn't take it. She closed her eyes and put her hand to her head. Her mind subconsciously visualized his blonde locks that blew in the wind, those pale blue eyes that sparkled when he spoke and his lips that made her cringe whenever she thought about them. Lips that made her smile, laugh or even blush.

Not anymore. She had to stop thinking about him.

Opening her eyes, she looked around the library, searching for a distraction. She never found one.

Ironically, he was there, far across the large library, sitting lonesome on a table. She watched him, transfixed. Even from her seat, she saw expressions appearing upon his face. But suddenly his face turned to stone and he looked her straight in the eye. She rapidly turned away, knowing that he did not want her in his life.

Hermione picked her book up again and pretended to read it, though he was still in the corner of her eye. She saw a movement and peeked at him above Famous Wizards of All Time. The movement Hermione saw was a girl walking towards him.

Pansy Parkinson was her name. She had long ebony locks that flowed like silk with the breeze, her face covered by adorable freckles, midnight blue eyes that stood in contrast with her lengthy black eyelashes and she had perfectly pink lips. She walked like a feather, weightless with her long legs. Her poise held confidence and her voice music. This was the girl that Hermione would soon come to hate.

Hermione watched Pansy flirt endlessly with him. It hurt the most when he returned the favor. Hermione couldn't hear their conversation, but from what she could tell, they were enjoying it. Every few minutes Pansy would lightly touch his shoulder, or laugh and place her hand on his knee. Every gesture burned a hole in Hermione's heart. Don't touch him! she wanted to yell into the face of this demon. But she couldn't. She didn't have any control over anything at this moment in time. Life was now a movie being flashed before her eyes.

Hermione then heard something she never wanted to hear. Draco laughing with Pansy. He was already happy without her.