THE PRESENT (Part 1)
One song, glory
One song, before i go, glory
One song to leave behind - Rent
Hermione Granger was jealous.
She hated this feeling of hatred and sadness that was welling up inside of her.
Because Ginerva Weasley was getting married...and she couldn't.
Of coarse, Hermione could, but it would never feel right to her. Not after what had happened. She just had to wait, until she was ready and when they could be together.
She had never told him her real feelings and he never to she but Hermione knew they felt the same but who would approve? Who would understand? No, if she followed her heart, it would sure be crushed by those whom she thought she loved.
Yes, Hermione couldn't get married, not yet anyway.
But it was Ginny's day and Hermione should be happy for her, and she was. But the pain took over. It always did when she saw people together.
Harry had proposed only a month ago. They were rushing into it, for fear that if they didn't get married soon, they would die before they had a chance.
Yes, Voldermort was dead, but the Death Eaters wern't. There was a revolution.
The Death Eaters were alive, the ones who didn't die in the war. But things don't end up like they say. There were threads, lose and dangerous. The families of dead Death Eaters were joining the 'Uprising.' And without the fear of Voldermort, the Death Eater's had no restrait this time. There was no secrecy, no planning. Just destruction.
Destruction was everywhere and more people had joined the Death Eater cause.
So they were underground again, of coarse, until the threat was over.
So, when Hermione walked down the aisle behind Ginny in her bride'smaid dress, holding on to Ron's arm, she put on a smile. These precious smiles were rare, even rarer for them to be genuine.
Everyone was smiling genuinly, except from her.
Ron was looking out front, but stealing glances at his walking patner every now and again. The bunch of Weasleys on the right side of the chapel wrre all crying with happiness. Harry at the alter looked like this was the most perfect moment of his life and Ginny appeared to be walking a bit too quickly for the music just to reach him sooner.
As, just like Ginny wanted, she was right next to him, holding his hand as they spoke their vows. The pieces they had written were both equelly beautiful but Harry's speech was stunning. Hermione had offered to help him when he was struggeling. But he seemed to have scrapped her piece almost altogether.
Normally, Hermione would be insulted, but the sheer passion leaking through his voice to teh Weasley in front of him was so pure and amazing that Hermione felt tears fall down her cheeks.
She wondered if he could ever write something like that to her. The one she loved.
Hermione was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice the rest of the wedding, and soon they were saying I do and kissing the life out of each other. She glanced at Ron who looked so happy. Usually, he was uncomfortable to watch his best friend kissing his sister but today, he was beaming happily.
Hermione rested a hand on her abdomen and breathed out a small hiss.
Enchanted birds flew around their heads as Harry danced with Hermione.
"Isn't this so amazing?" Harry gushed, his green eyes shinning with happiness. "I mean, what more could i want?"
"I'm happy for you." Hermione said, smiling genuinly for almost the first time.
Harry smiled. "So..."
Hermione raised one eyebrow. "'So', what?"
"What about you and Ron? I thought i may have seen sparks flying ages ago."
Hermione laughed. "No. He's another brother to me, like you."
"Oh." Harry looked saddened. "Ron likes you."
Hermione opened her mouth in suprise. Looking downwards, she bit her bottom lip. "I'm sorry. I just don't."
Harry nodded. "Maybe he'll marry Luna."
Hermione giggled uncomfortably. "Luna's smitten with Scamander, don't you know."
Harry was about to reply when a voice droned in. "Harry. Can i cut in?"
Hermione smiled as Harry stepped away. "Be my guest." Harry said. "I'm going to find Ginny who's probably talking to Luna."
"Hello Viktor." Hermione said. "I didn't know you were here."
The bulgarian seeker smiled. "Fleur and Bill asked if i could be invited again. It is so good to see everyone again, and you Hermione. Your letters allways make me smile."
"As do yours." Hermione felt uncomfotable. He wasn't flirting with her was he?
"I am glad. My vife has allways vanted to meet you. She does not know much English yet and she is seeking a tutor."
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. "I would gladly help her and maybe she could help me learn more Bulgarian."
Viktor nodded. "Perfect. Would you like to meet her?"
Hermione nodded and was led away to a small table to the left of the dancefloor. "Vikor." Cried a small woman happily. She had tanned skin and black hair flowing to her waist. She was quite petite and tiny. Viktor looked at her like he would take a bullet for her.
"Hello." She spoke slowly with a heavy accent. "They call me Ivaska. You are Hermione?"
"Да!" Hermione said, bulgarian for yes. She turned to Viktor. "Could you tell her that i can tutor her is she wishes?"
Viktor nodded and smiled at his wife and spoke quiet and flawless bulgarian. The woman clapped her hands together happily. She stood up and flung her arms around Hermione's waist, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Ve vill be good friends, yah?"
Hermione nodded with her. "Ve- i mean, We will."
The small dark girl walked up to her husband and spoke to him quickly before bounding off to talk to someone.
"She's nice." Hermione spoke, a tad dazed.
Viktor nodded. "She is beautiful, delicate as a feather and has no bad thought to anybody."
Hermione glanced at the woman. There was some almost younger sisterness about her or almost like an overkeen puppy. She then turned back to Viktor.
"It was lovely to see you again." She smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking off to find the others.
She walked towards them. They were all talking quietly to themselves, Mr. Weasley in his dress robes, holding up the newspaper.
"Well, he deserved it didn't he?" Ron spoke quietly.
"What, That? Nobody deserves that." Ginny said harshly.
"Not even him." Harry said. Ginny's head was resting on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her tiny waist.
"But still, It's not even worth mentioning is it?" Ron countered.
Mr. Weasley sighed. "Well, i don't think it should ruin the wonderful evening. Ginny? May i have the next dance?"
Ginny stood up, smiling and walked her father to the dancefloor, starting a quick dance. They looked like Fred Astair and Ginger Rogers. There was a magical clock on teh wall that seemed to be ticking annoyingly loud. Tick, tick, tick
Hermione watched them for a minuit, smiling before sitting down with them. "What's going on?"
"Someone died." Harry spoke softly.
tick tick tick
Hermione was allways upset at the news of death and destruction. "Who?" tick, tick
Ron scoffed. "Who cares? You won't. It was Malfoy." tick ti-
The world stopped moving for Hermione Granger. She sat still, unmoving. He was lying, Ron was making it up. He couldn't be dead...he couldn't. But maybe, it was Lucious...just maybe.
"Which one?" She chocked out, her voice failing her.
Harry shook his head in sadness. "Narcissa and Draco. They were found dead and apparently it wasn't pretty. Draco killed his own father because he wanted to become more powerful. Then the other Death Eaters gathered some werewolves to weaken him before they killed him and his mother. They didn't want another Voldermort incident."
But Hermione was shaking her head. "No..."
"Sorry?" Ron asked.
"No. It didn't happen like that." She said, her voice hithing in her throat.
"Well, it did. The git was probably destined to be the next bloody you-know-who." Ron said gruffly.
"He wasn't. They're wrong. The paper's lying!" She was hyperventilating now.
They're wrong! He's dead! No, no...
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked.
"This can't be happening." Hermione mumbled, feeling sick. "It can't be. He can't be dead. He promised."
"Promi- Mione, what the hell are you talking about?"
"He can't be dead!" She screamed, tears shaking through her entire body, ripping her entire being into pieces.
Everyone stared at her in worry, fear and confusion as she ran out of the building and out into the pouring rain, where she threw up.
Curling down, into the fetal possition, the rain soaking through her, she wept.
