AN: Good morning everyone and happy Thursday. Sorry it's been over a month since I've posted, life has been nuts! My kitchen is completely ripped out and unusable while my husband and father-in-law finish our home, so life has been very interesting. Hope your lives are going well and everyone is staying safe. Anyways today is November 19, 2020 and this is the first chapter today. Anything you recognize is JK Rowling's and anything you don't is mine.

Hermione POV

I was avoiding Ginny like the plague. I knew it was awful to do but I had no idea what to tell her. After she had said all that stuff about Remus and how I acted around him, I claimed a migraine and ran to bed.

Gryffindor my foot.

I sleepily made my way to the Great Hall. My eyes bugged when I got there to see Harry drumming his fingers on the table, a slightly green tint to his skin. It was hard to blame him, I would probably be crying if I was in his position.
"Harry? Did you sleep at all last night?" I asked, as I poured myself a large cup of coffee.

"Huh? Oh, I'm fine Hermione." He muttered, taking a bite of toast.

"Are you sure because -" I started to say.

"I'm fine. I should get going to History of Magic." Harry said, gathering his bags.

"But you hate -"

"No I don't." He said and was out the door before I could say anything else.

Bloody hell. Everyone was going nutty. I groaned as I sipped on my coffee. This was not how it was supposed to be, I was supposed to be distracting myself with Harry's woes so I could distract myself from... My Mate.

Ugh.

I was not ready for any of this. This was all so weird! I wasn't in love with Remus. I was barely fifteen years old. No that wasn't true... the time turner had screwed with my age quite a bit and I was older than fifteen. If my calculations were right, and I was very rarely wrong, my new birthday was February fourteenth and I would be sixteen then. Hah joke was on me.

I groaned and rubbed at the spot above my right eyebrow. My head was absolutely pounding and I felt like crap. Bloody hell.

Nope. I was not doing this now.

"Hermione!" A voice called across the hall.

I groaned and dropped my head to the table. "What do you want Ginny? Can we talk later?"

"If you don't talk to me now, I'll talk to you through the whole First task." Ginny threatened. I slowly raised my head from the table and glared at her. She smiled smugly as she sat down across from me.

"I hate you."

"No you don't."

"Shut up."

"Oh hush!" She snapped, popping a grape into her mouth. "You love me and you know it."

"Debatable."

"I just want an answer to my question. When did you tell him you love him?" Ginny hissed, leaning across the table.

"Ginny -"

"No, I don't want to screw this up like I did with Harry." She said, sipping on some pumpkin juice.

"What do you mean?" I asked sidetracked.

"I mean that I scared him off by all but wearing my heart on my sleeve." Ginny said with a low chuckle.

"Harry never liked you like that though." I said confusedly.

"I know that now but I didn't then." She said with a sad smile. "Anyways, we're beating around the bush. Again. When did you tell him?"

"I haven't Ginny. I'm not even sure if I know what love is yet or what it means to be in love! The only example I had was my parents and that was a sorry excuse if I do say so myself." Ginny was frozen with shock and I continued. "Then I met your parents and I realized what was missing from my home life. Happiness. My mother has never been happy. Even before we found out that I'm a witch she wasn't happy. It went downhill even more after that."

"Hermione -" Ginny's voice was choked but I couldn't stop. Not now that I had started. All the garbage came spewing out of my mouth before I could stop it. The goblet in front of me was shaking harder and harder the more passionate my voice grew.

"Did I ever tell you that my parents had a shotgun wedding?" I asked, running a hand through my hair.

"I don't know what that means or what a shotgun even is." Ginny whispered, her face pale.

"A shotgun is a muggle weapon that has little balls that you can hurt or kill each other with." She winced. "A shotgun wedding is when two people get married because they are expecting before marriage."

"Hermione! Shhhh that's really bad in the wizarding world." Ginny hissed looking around frantically to make sure no one overheard.

My heart was pounding furiously in my chest and I felt dizzy. "I am the reason my parents got married. My mother hates me because I ruined her life. My father was a casualty of everything that happened by my mother and me."

"Hermione, it's not your fault." Ginny whispered furiously.

"I know it is." My mother told me it was.

"Hermione!"

"No, I'm heading to class. I'll talk to you later." I said, rushing out the door wiping tears from my face. Before I reached the steps the front door smashed open against the wall with a loud crash. The students screamed, myself included. I was expecting to see death eaters storming the castle, the ones from the World Cup.

My heart pounded as I dropped my hands that I had thrown up to cover my face from the splintering wood. No one was there. Bloody hell... I had done it...

"Miss Granger." I screamed and whirled around to see Professor Snape standing behind me. A frown pulled down his lips and eyebrows as he took in the scene. Suddenly his eyes widened and he stepped back, a look of horror on his face. "No..."

He blinked several times then turned to me and hissed, "Get out of here. Quickly. I will tell the headmaster about this and only him."

When I only stared at him owlishly he snapped, "Go! Now!"

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