Hey there Fanfiction! I just wanted to let you know that this is my first post. Ever. So, if you do decide to review, please be gentle. I don't think my fragile heart could take it. *sniffs* Any way, before you read, I just wanted to say that it may seem like it's a Harry/Hermione fic, it's not. Trust me. I have a plan. So now that I am done with my shpeel (spiel, if you're into proper spelling and all that bull:). Onwards!

I had to get to them. I was running out of breath. I could see them about 50 yards ahead of me. One man nodded. I could tell he saw me coming. "No!" They all turned to look at me before the darker man said "Oblivate."

"Mom! Hugo is making a mess in my room again!" My daughter has some of the strongest lungs in the world. Oh, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Hermione Granger-Weasley. I am married to Ron Weasley. I have two children, Rose and Hugo.

"Honey, I think the kids need some help." My faithful husband Ron. We'd been best friends since First Year. " I'm a bit busy at the moment. Could you see what they need?" I know. I'm being cruel to Ron. But, I can't help that I don't love him. Not like that. I see him as my best friend, and not much else. I watch him walk away, disappointed at my offhand-ish answer. The truth is, that I've become a bitter woman. I crave, no, need more. This life is just not fulfilling enough. It's too simple. Ron is too simple. I can barely hold an intelligent conversation with him.

Sometimes, though, I feel like there is something missing. My memories don't feel like mine. When I try to remember what happened 15 years ago, I feel like I'm looking at someone else's life. Like Ron and I had never gotten married in Edinburgh. Like I actually considered marriage at 18. I chuckle darkly to myself. I think about this everyday. I really am going insane.

"Mione, we're here!" screams my sister-in-law. Contrary to popular belief, I actually find Ginevra crass and annoying. Of course everyone, her included, thinks we are the best of friends. Take a deep breath Hermione, it's time to smile and nod. I stand up and give her a hug.

"How are things Ginny?" I knew it was the right question to ask. She continues to babble on. Thinking that I actually care. I pity her husband.

"Hey Hermione." His voice melts me. It reminds me of past affairs. Sneaking in a broom cupboard to snog. Heart to hearts, crying into his shoulder.

"Harry. It's been way too long." He smiles at me. His secret smile. It's just for me. It shows that he hasn't forgotten. And then Ginny stands up to give him a kiss.

"I thought you weren't going to make it."

"Yeah, but then I found some extra time. It'd been ages since I've seen Hermione." He paused, but then as if an afterthought he added, "And Ron and the kids." While it makes me happy that Harry came to see me, I know I can't do anything to harm his relationship with Ginevra. She was the one he married. She was the one who was pregnant with his child. They started to fade out of my line of sight. This happens to me often. I blank and hardly anyone notices. I've always been quiet.

"Mione? Hermione!" Ginevra brought me out of my trance.

"What? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

" I was asking you if you would take on the play this year at the Center. Can you? I was going to do it again this year, but the due date is so close. I don't think I could handle all the work and the pregnancy. Could you do it? Please Mione?" I just nod. Even if I don't like her, I still agree to help her. What else can I do with my time? Waste away in the bookstore? "Oh Mione, you're the bestest friend ever." Fuck, I hate hugs.

Okay, so that was the first chapter. While I will probably try to finish it and keep uploading, I would like some feedback. Preferably, ideas, criticisms, and even if I should move forward. Thanks

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