I forgot to mention last time that the war ended in 5th Year in the Department of Mysteries. Sirius didn't fall into the veil and the Death Eaters are back in Azkaban.

Chapter 2

I had been upset about the summer for the whole of the first week of term and no one had noticed. Not even Harry. Harry was too into Ginny to notice the world around him, Ginny didn't care enough to notice and Ron had the emotional range of a teaspoon.

It had been an awful week. It had taken me two days to realise that no one cared. Three to get out of denial. The fourth and fifth days were spent between being extremely upset and extremely angry, so much so that if someone did care they would've come near me with a 10ft barge pole. Finally on Saturday I had resigned myself to being alone.

So there I was. Sat alone in the library pretending to study when I was really thinking about where it had all gone wrong, my friendships with Harry and Ron... and Ginny for that matter. Had it been the battle and its aftermath which did this or had they been distancing themselves from me for a while and I just hadn't noticed? Or, the worst option, had they just not cared in the first place?

As these thoughts swam around my mind I came to the conclusion that it didn't really matter as the outcome was the same. I had still lost my friends, the only real connection I had to the other students. I was right back where I had started in first year: a friendless bookworm. This time, however, there were a few differences such as my height – I was now 5ft6" – my teeth had straightened and, underneath my unflattering clothes which kept me safe, I had a decent body.

In addition to these problems I was having problems in my romantic life as well. Though we were both prefects this year, so could come and go as we pleased, Ron and I hardly saw each other. This has also happened during the summer while he was working in the twin's joke shop in Diagon Alley. At the time I thought it was nothing other than hard work on his part and I spent my summer mostly reading or socialising with the Order whenever they came to the Burrow.

This, nevertheless, was something I could change. Our lack of interaction I blamed on myself as I had spent the week sulking and studying. I decided that this needed to be altered so I left the library and began to rush to the Tower to find Ron in hopes of relighting the flame in our relationship and have some alone time together as a couple. I did not however realise that this would be the last time I had these thoughts about Ron nor that my life would be changed due to the decision I had made.

Once I had got to the floor which held the Tower I slowed down to catch my breath and walked slowly to the painting of the Fat Lady. I spoke the password and walked into the common room which was empty due to the sunshine outside which was still warm in early September.

As the boys dormitories had no charms on them I was able to get to Ron's room without a problem. I opened the door only to hear moans coming from one of the beds. Thinking it was Harry and Ginny I turned to leave until I heard "Oh Ron!" in a voice which didn't sound dissimilar to that of Lavender Brown.

Another voice caught my attention. It screamed "Oh Lav!" I knew that voice. That voice belonged to my boyfriend, one Ronald Weasley. I walked over to the bed and flung open the curtains to see the two sated bodies of my roommate and now ex-boyfriend: Lavender Brown and Ronald Weasley. They didn't see or hear me until I opened the door to leave again. I heard Ron ask "Who was that?" before I was out of hearing distance and running back the same way I came.

I ran, I don't know where I ran to but suddenly I collided with the warm, hard surface of another human being.

"Granger! Watch where you're going!" Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince, a prefect, archenemy of the 'Golden Trio' and all around arse stood over me where I had fallen and landed on the floor, tears still streaming down my face. "What's wrong with you Granger? Did someone burn a book?" he asked in a slightly softer tone. The question made me cry even more as I imagined it.

"Hey, hey!" he said softly and uncharacteristically. "I didn't mean it. Why don't you tell me what's wrong? Finally realise that you secretly lust after me but you could never have me?" I looked up; ready to glare at him until I saw the slight smile he wore.

"No!" I tried to look indignant "Why would I tell you anyway? You'll only laugh at me." I questioned him, trying to figure out his motives other than ammunition.

"I promise not to laugh at you if you tell me why you are so upset." He looked so sincere that I decided that, as he would probably find out anyway, I would tell him what happened.

"Ron cheated on me."

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