Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the related characters. They are all owned by the marvelous J.K. Rowling. All props to her!

My First Authors Note: Wow! I finally got around to it! I was just sitting around reading fanfiction and I finally got an idea for an original story! YaY! Cheers from...glances around Ok so only me. Anyway, I hope you will all enjoy this story that I have spent a long time thinking about.

Warnings: Ok. This story is rated at PG-13 only for safe measure. There is some slight cursing. I don't curse much myself anyway and I don't plan to write it into my story. It is also rated that because this is a story about...love. And sometimes there are things that PG just isn't...what's the word...used for? I don't know it wouldn't fit in PG and barely fits PG- 13. Also this is a story containing Hermione/Draco. It also has Harry and Ron from a different view! Gasp! Well, they aren't too out of character and I know this story would never happen in the carefully thought out brilliance known as J.K.R's writing but this is fanfiction. Get it?

Anyway, with out farther ado, I announce the first chapter of

Addition: Well this is an edited chapter so I hope you like it better then the first one. Also, in this story Blaise is a girl and not a guy. Plus I started writing this story before Half Blood Prince so now it's AU I suppose. I think that's it for now. I hope ya'll enjoy it!

A Rose In The Shadows

Pumpkin Juice

Hermione sat by herself at the Gryffindor table pushing her food around her plate deep in thought. Usually someone would have said something to her about her strange behavior, but no one was around. You see, Hermione Granger was never spoken to; only spoken of. No one sat with her, let alone had a nice conversation with her. In fact the people closest to her were the people sitting at a different table, and the Hufflepuffs seemed displeased to have to sit even that close to her.

The first years never believed that she use to be the friends of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. She never talked to them, let alone looked their way. They found it impossible for her to even be in the same house as them. The others of Hogwarts now thought it was just a figure of their imagination that they had at one time been inseparable, the golden trio, and the best of friends. They couldn't comprehend that now she sat by herself and they sat down the table chatting away merrily with some of their friends.

It was rumored that she had betrayed them somehow. They say that she turned all of their secrets over to the Dark Lord. Hermione had always been one of the smartest people ever to enter Hogwarts. Even as smart as Voldemort himself maybe. That's why the rumor was so believable to everyone. Hermione would never do anything unless she had thought it through. She must have found a way to get unthinkable power if she decided to help the Dark Lord. Hermione was smart enough to think of everyway it would benefit her. No one talked about it to her face of course, they just whispered around her. Whenever she turned the corner they would stop talking and stare at her. Hermione knew they were talking about her, and it upset her very much.

It didn't help her side of the story that the Slytherins were always saying or doing things to prove that she had done something wrong. After she had tried again to explain to Harry and Ron that she didn't say anything to anyone about them, Malfoy walked over to her, his goonies right in tow and said loud enough for everyone to hear, "Granger, there's a meeting tonight in the forbidden forest. It seems you're being promoted!"

Hermione remembered the incident quite well. She remembered the look on his face when he said that. He looked like he was in the highest thrown of the most powerful of kingdoms looking down at her knowing he had the upper- hand. His eyes shone with hate and malice for her and she could tell he had been planning this moment for quite a long time. She hated him ever more than she ever had in that one fleeting moment.

But what pained her more than Harry and Ron not listening to her explanations of what really happened, was that they seemed to have replaced her without hesitation. Parvati Patil was now in her spot. Parvati, not unlike Malfoy, knew that she had the upper-hand over her. She knew what to say and when to say it. She flaunted around the school enjoying the familiarity of everyone knowing her as part of the new inseparable trio. Anytime she would pass Hermione in the hall she was with Ron on one side and Harry on the other. As she passed she would smirk and flip her hair around like some girl from a movie. Ron and Harry would scowl at Hermione and then sneer at her.

Parvati had never seemed to be a bad person to Hermione. Throughout her years with her sharing the same bedroom she had always been almost pleasant and friendly with her. But now that she was more popular than she was before she started going out of her way to make her upset. She had even started going out with Ron. That made Hermione's blood boil with anger and sadness.

Ron was the type of person Hermione had always planned on marrying. He was handsome, friendly, had a good sense of humor, and always made her smile. Although they had certainly had their number of huge fights they always seemed eager to make up and be friends again. Hermione looked down the table staring at Ron for a moment. He was currently laughing along with Harry at something someone had said. He had his arm slung around Parvati's shoulders as she shook with laughter too. His face crinkled in a smile Hermione knew all too well. His eyes twinkled merrily as they danced all around the room. His red hair still fell into his eyes giving the seventeen-year-old a look of mysteriousness and sexiness.

He sure seemed to get over her fast.

Harry on the other hand had all the qualities she had ever wanted in a best friend. He was always there for her, said just the right things, kept all of her secrets, and never let her get sad. Harry had been very understanding to all of Hermione's feelings throughout the years. He always offered a shoulder for her to cry on and his eyes always had a sense of a little boy staring up at her asking for acceptance. Hermione was quick to give it to him. He had accepted her for the bossy person she was when she first showed up at Hogwarts and she was thankful for it. She gazed at her other friend for a moment too. His dark green eyes laughed along with everyone and his smile reached from ear to ear. His dark untidy hair was just that; untidy. He never tried to tame it anymore deciding it was a losing battle. Instead he let it go what ever way it wanted to and it made him one of the most chased after boys at Hogwarts.

Hermione shook her head trying to clear the many questions swirling around it. But one question seemed to pop into her head: "Why do the teachers act so different?" Not even the teachers would talk to her, unless absolutely necessary. McGonagall, her favorite teacher would just purse her lips answer shortly and say what was only what she had to and then turn to another student or teacher. Sometimes she would even ignore Hermione's hand waving around in the air. Dumbledore would twitch the corners of his mouth, like he was trying to decide to smile or frown. Hermione didn't know weather to be upset by this or just to let it pass. Dumbledore was often a very confusing person and always had a strange way of showing things. But of all her teachers Snape was the worst.

He would smile evilly at her. Like he knew something that she didn't. In his class he wouldn't deduct points anymore but would always insult her ways. He always seemed to want to go out of his way to make her feel miserable...even more than before. It was painful because now when he insulted her not only would the Slytherins laugh but so would the Gryffindors.

Something bumped the table and Hermione's thoughts were rudely interrupted as her pumpkin juice spilled over the hardwood. People laughed at her as she hastily scrubbed it up with her napkin. The napkin quickly turned a yellowish color when it couldn't mop up anymore of the spilled juice. Hermione scowled as more bumps hit the table. She looked up to see Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan bumping the table trying to make her goblet spill over again. They had never really been her friends but she seemed upset that they would do that. Dean wouldn't hurt a fly if his life depended on it. Seamus was a little different. He wasn't the nicest of people, but he was understanding and only liked you if you did something your way and not by what others did.

The laughter echoed across the Great Hall and came back to her ears ten times worse than just one laugh would have as she looked around the room from face to face. Everyone that she once trusted with her life was now laughing hysterically at her: Collin Creevy, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Ernie McMillan, Hannah Abbot, everyone. Faces started to blur as tears filled her eyes. Harry and Ron got up from their place at the table walking slowly over to Hermione laughing rather hard and having a hard time walking over to her in a straight line.

A big push made the remaining contents of her goblet spill all over her lap, staining her shirt and skirts a yellowish orangish color. Hermione shot up from her seat as the cold hit her skin. She looked helplessly down at her shirt and hoped against hope that the teachers would take this time and come to her rescue.

"Have an accident, Granger?" Ron laughed leaning on Harry for support.

Hermione turned to look in the faces of her friends. Her tears of sadness now turned to tears of hurt. Her best friends laughed louder at the look on her face and the state she was in. She had had it! She had put of with their crap for nearly a month now. She couldn't stand to let this go by another second without acting on it. She snapped.

She grabbed the soaking wet napkin that was filled with pumpkin juice and swung it behind her using all the force she could possibly muster. SMACK! She made contact with something. When she let the cloth hit the floor, the entire room was silent. No one dared to breathe, let alone move. Even the teachers waited to see what would happen.

It turns out that she hit Harry first with it, and the swing continued to hit Ron in the face as well. They stared dumbly at her, juice running down their cheeks. Hermione panted, out of breath from such an emotion she had never felt before. She turned on her heel and stormed out of the Great Hall, every eye was upon her. The doors banged shut behind her as she continued to run.

While she ran, the rest of the Hall stood in silence. Ron dumbly turned to Harry, wiping his face free of the juice with his sleeve. "What just happened?"

Harry turned to look at the door Hermione had just left through and sighed. "We really lost her," he said simply.

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