Prologue
"Harry, you remember when we were kids and I told you that some thing was out there for me? That I would have to leave one day because of a better opportunity? Well, it's come. And wether I want it or not, it doesn't matter..." She asked.
"You know you can get out of this," said Harry.
She laughed a cynical laugh; one that had never heard happiness. "See..." she got up from her seat, "see... That's the beauty of it... I can't... I can't get away from it. No mater how hard I try... No mater what I try... I can't get away from him. I can't go on like this Harry, there is no way I'm ever going to be 'that little sidekick of Potter's'for the rest of my life"
She pushed back her hair behind her ear. Her eyes, now uncovered, only showed despair, a life time of it.
Yet she was seventeen.
"We'll help you, Hermione. Me and Ron, we'll help you get out of this!" he said.
"Don't give me that kind of bullshit Harry! I've heard it for seven fucking years!" she yelled, "Do you know how long that is? For seven years I had to keep my secret. Every one around you so fucking happy and not knowing what was happening, what was going to happen."
Harry's head shot up, "What secret?"
Hermione didn't answer, she had let something slip and Harry knew it.
"Hermione, what secret?"
She looked at him, "Harry, listen to me now. This is the last time we'll meet like this again. Next time you see me, we'll be enemies. No, no, that doesn't mean I'm one of Voldemort's supporters...It just means I can't afford to have a side anymore."
She touched his cheek and traced his lips with a longing expression. At that moment, Harry knew he would have to forever repress all the love he had for her.
"I'm sorry I could never give you the love you gave me..."