Disclaimer: I do not own the property of HP. I only own the plot. Everything else belongs to the brilliant J. K. Rowling.
Chapter One
A Night to Remember
Hermione laid on her bed and stared straight into her plain, white, ceiling feeling completely depressed. All of a sudden she seemed lost and confused, and they weren't emotions she liked to associate with, so she hardly lasted more than minutes feeling them.
This time it was different. She had been experiencing them more than just a few minutes.
She felt tears stream down her cheeks and tried hard to prevent any more from falling, but it turned out to be more difficult than said. They poured down in streams, and when she tried choking them back, that only made them rain harder, and it hurt.
"Hermione," whispered a concerned voice from nearby.
"Go away," Hermione choked. "Leave me alone!"
Hermione was hiccuping now and she wanted nothing more than to shut her eyes and be done with. Her whole body was shivering from the pain and she gripped hard onto the comforter beneath her. She couldn't stop shivering.
"Hermione!" whispered the same voice from earlier. "Hermione!"
"I said go away!" screamed Hermione, her eyes still tightly shut. "I hate you!"
With that, Hermione tried concentrating all of her energy on that voice, hoping it would give way and die out. She'd had enough. Why didn't it just leave? Hermione obviously wasn't in the best of moods and if this kept up, she'd be experiencing more pain than she ever had.
"No, Hermione! You can't!" yelled the voice in a low whisper. "Things are not supposed to be like this!"
"Then how are they," screamed Hermione, and as she pronounced each word, the volume increased, "supposed to be?"
"Not like this!"
"Not like what," gritted Hermione through clenched teeth. "A house of lies, betrayal, and hidden secrets. Cause that's what this is. That's what it's always been!"
"We were supposed to be perfect," wailed the voice and Hermione could hear it break down and sobs beginning to let loose. "There was Daniel and me, and then there was you."
"What about me," snapped Hermione. Her head ached, and she felt extremely tired. If she had been standing, she was pretty sure she'd faint from exhaustion, but right now her legs were being supported by the bed and couldn't by any chance give way. Unless she was sufferering from severe exhaustion and happened to by chance.
"What about you," asked the voice in a nasty voice that made Hermione's headache worse. "There should never have been a you. You were a mistake. And because of you were, I suffered..."
The voice trailed, leaving Hermione to her own speculations. Everything was pounding; her heartbeat, the pain in her head, and even her chocolate brown eyes hidden behind her heavy eyelids.
"Shut up!" screamed Hermione. "I don't care. So just shut the hell up!"
"And then what? What would happen?"
The voice sent more shivers through Hermione, but this time they went up and down her spione. The voice was sickenly unpleasant to hear. She tried hard to block it away from her mind, but found it terribly hard. She tried not to answer, but the words still slipped out anyway.
"Then things would be perfect," she mumbled and then cringed, because right now, that was something she actually favored.
Outside Hermione's room, the sky cackled and a torrent of rain cascaded down from the clouds. Thunder struck loud and clear, giving Hermione more reason for her head to ache.
"Well then," said a quiet voice in the background. "The next time you see me, I hope you'll understand the circumstances."
This time, Hermione firmly clamped her mouth shut, because she knew if she didn't, a torrent of unforgivables would leak out. And she knew, tonight had already been a great deal of pain and she didn't want any more reason to have the feeling linger.
Soon afterwards, Hermione heard the sound of light footsteps on her bedroom floor and felt the creak of each step. Soon afterwards, the door to her room opened, and then closed with a soft quick.
Relief soon spread to Hermione and she took a deep breath before opening her sore eyes.
"What have I done," she whispered into the night. "Things are not supposed to be like this."
Moments later, she realized, she had spoken the same words as her mother and knew this was a night she would always remember.
A/N: Please read and review! Constructive criticism is welcomed, as long as there are wise words of improvement given. Be notified, that this story will be short and quick, if all goes according to plan. : )