A/N: I'm warning everyone right now; this is going to be fluff eventually. It does have a healthy dose of angst in it though, especially in the beginning, so I don't really know what genre it should be under. Romance/Drama maybe? It'll only be about 3 or 4 chapters so check back soon for the next part.
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Hermione glanced over to her boyfriend. She was thoroughly annoyed at him. She had come to this dance to have fun, to rekindle whatever flames remained in their relationship, and now he was ignoring her. This was, basically, the last chance for them. Hermione knew something was wrong with him... she could feel it and she was sick of trying to pretend that it didn't feel like the end of her world was coming. Yes, she cared that much for him. Despite his growing coldness and distance, Hermione felt this boy could be the One. And yet, she also had to admit to herself that she wasn't happy, not in the slightest. All these emotions, she thought angrily, how is this possible?
Hermione sighed and adjusted her robe's hem. Sudden animation in the boy next to her shook her out of her reverie. "Hermione?... Well? What do you say?" he was asking her.
"Huh? What?" she questioned.
He sighed heavily and continued, "The party. Up in the Gryffindor Tower. Wanna go? This isn't exactly exciting..."
"Sure. Whatever."
Ten minutes later, Hermione was alone at the party. Her "darling" boyfriend had deserted her as soon as they had walked in. She gritted her teeth, thinking of the trouble that she had gone through to prepare for tonight. Now she couldn't even find him! For two hours, she wandered aimlessly through the crowd, looking. When she finally found him, he looked extremely displeased at her presence and excused himself. Hermione could barely contain her anger. What had she done that deserved this?
Finally, the evening was over. Hermione collapsed onto her bed. She had had an awful time and it was entirely her boyfriend's fault!
He had told her that he would come by early the next morning but in fact, he didn't show up until 2 days later, after Hermione's Arithmancy class.
"Hey, Hermione," he murmured. She looked at him, expecting to get a hello kiss but instead he stayed 10 feet from her, looking down at his shoes. Without waiting for a reply to his greeting he continued, "Look... I've been thinking it would be best if we stopped dating." He looked up to her reaction.
But she wouldn't give him that satisfaction. Hermione kept her face stony and her voice unfeeling as she said, "Okay, may I ask why?"
"It's just for the best, that's all," he responded, sounding distinctly guilty. There was a pause. Hermione could feel the tension but remained still as he said, "Well, I'll see you tomorrow in class. You're gonna be alright, right?"
"I'm fine. Bye." She turned quickly and walked up the dorm steps and flung herself onto her bed and started crying uncontrollably. As she lay there, all she could think of was her boyfriend, make that ex-boyfriend... the famous Harry Potter.
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Hermione kept her head down, nearly touching her nose to the desk as she wrote her essay. McGonagall enjoyed piling on extra work before the winter holiday to ensure her students wouldn't forget everything. Hermione doubted she would forget anything considering she was staying at Hogwarts during the holiday. She remembered with disgust how her parents had decided that they could use a "second honeymoon." Now she was stuck at school with a bunch of people she didn't like. With the exception of her best friend, Ginny, of course. And, admittedly, Harry. It had been two months and she still cared for him, her heart jumping whenever he passed. The only difference was that now there was anger too. Despite their long friendship, Harry basically had ceased to talk to Hermione. Even Ron didn't speak much to her anymore. They weren't exactly cold, but they never went out of their way to include her. In fact, Hermione couldn't remember a single instance where Harry or Ron had spoken to her first since the breakup.
Hermione sniffed and handed in her essay. Class ended soon after and Hermione wandered into the masses of students who were elated that the Christmas holiday had come.
She felt so alone.
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Laughter rang out in the common room and, for once, Hermione was included. She, Neville, Ginny and Parvati were laughing hysterically about Neville's latest encounter with Snape. Neville was still deathly afraid of the man, but in the company of friends, making the terrifying professor mad didn't seem as horrible. Hermione smiled as she looked at her friends. Two months ago, Parvati and Neville were simply friends. Now they were her confidantes. Harry and Ron's distance had forced her to become closer to other people. She had found that these guys were every bit as much fun as the old ones. And she had more of them, for once Hermione allowed herself to befriend Neville and Parvati, Lavender Seamus and Dean came along too. It was different, but in a wonderful way.
As she was musing on these events, Dean came up to Neville and whispered something to him. Neville turned slightly pale but nodded. Hermione was heading off to bed when he stopped her. "Hermione, um... would you possibly do me the honor of going to the dance with me?" He saw the slightly shocked look on her face and hastily added, "You know, as friends?"
Hermione stared at him for a second more. She had heard from Ginny that he was going to ask her, but she hadn't known he had the courage to actually do it. "I'd love to," she responded, giving him a hug.
Happily, she went off to bed, planning what she would wear. She wanted to look stunning.
Harry was going with a girl from Hufflepuff; a pale little thing named Susan Bones. Hermione hadn't been aware they knew one another. Supposedly, Harry had a tremendous crush on her. Well, now she would be able to see for herself if it was true. Hermione was thankful Ginny would be there to support her. And vice versa. Poor thing, Hermione thought, Ginny would have to see her ex-boyfriend with another girl also. It would be even more painful for her though. Ginny and Terry James Boot (called TJ by his friends) had gone out for two years, following Ginny's third year.
Hermione sighed. Happy as she was, she had begun to wonder if true love really existed. She had thought she found it after all, and it proved to be an illusion. Harry had been her chance. There weren't a lot of choices, she reflected, and all the decent ones were taken. Dean, Seamus, Blaise (a Slytherin, but quite cute)... heck, even Justin Finch-Fletchley and Malfoy (shudder) were dating people. And Ron was quite the player, now that he was in seventh year and had gained respect for more than just being famous Harry Potter's friend. Hermione giggled in spite of herself; three years ago, she never would have imagined Ron with two or three girlfriends at a time. She was glad she didn't have to deal with a boyfriend like that!
She sighed again and turned over, fell asleep and dreamt of happiness and love.
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A/N: Well, hope you like it so far! I realize everyone is slightly out of character. This is partly based on personal experience so I had to change certain aspects of their personalities (although it's crazy how I seem to know real-life counterparts of these people). Next time, the dance and a surprising twist I hope will shock you. Feel free to guess! :) R/R!!!!! Please! If you don't, I'll be forced to stop the story, like I did with my other fic. I've done it before, and so you know I'll do it again so review! Gracias!
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Hermione glanced over to her boyfriend. She was thoroughly annoyed at him. She had come to this dance to have fun, to rekindle whatever flames remained in their relationship, and now he was ignoring her. This was, basically, the last chance for them. Hermione knew something was wrong with him... she could feel it and she was sick of trying to pretend that it didn't feel like the end of her world was coming. Yes, she cared that much for him. Despite his growing coldness and distance, Hermione felt this boy could be the One. And yet, she also had to admit to herself that she wasn't happy, not in the slightest. All these emotions, she thought angrily, how is this possible?
Hermione sighed and adjusted her robe's hem. Sudden animation in the boy next to her shook her out of her reverie. "Hermione?... Well? What do you say?" he was asking her.
"Huh? What?" she questioned.
He sighed heavily and continued, "The party. Up in the Gryffindor Tower. Wanna go? This isn't exactly exciting..."
"Sure. Whatever."
Ten minutes later, Hermione was alone at the party. Her "darling" boyfriend had deserted her as soon as they had walked in. She gritted her teeth, thinking of the trouble that she had gone through to prepare for tonight. Now she couldn't even find him! For two hours, she wandered aimlessly through the crowd, looking. When she finally found him, he looked extremely displeased at her presence and excused himself. Hermione could barely contain her anger. What had she done that deserved this?
Finally, the evening was over. Hermione collapsed onto her bed. She had had an awful time and it was entirely her boyfriend's fault!
He had told her that he would come by early the next morning but in fact, he didn't show up until 2 days later, after Hermione's Arithmancy class.
"Hey, Hermione," he murmured. She looked at him, expecting to get a hello kiss but instead he stayed 10 feet from her, looking down at his shoes. Without waiting for a reply to his greeting he continued, "Look... I've been thinking it would be best if we stopped dating." He looked up to her reaction.
But she wouldn't give him that satisfaction. Hermione kept her face stony and her voice unfeeling as she said, "Okay, may I ask why?"
"It's just for the best, that's all," he responded, sounding distinctly guilty. There was a pause. Hermione could feel the tension but remained still as he said, "Well, I'll see you tomorrow in class. You're gonna be alright, right?"
"I'm fine. Bye." She turned quickly and walked up the dorm steps and flung herself onto her bed and started crying uncontrollably. As she lay there, all she could think of was her boyfriend, make that ex-boyfriend... the famous Harry Potter.
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Hermione kept her head down, nearly touching her nose to the desk as she wrote her essay. McGonagall enjoyed piling on extra work before the winter holiday to ensure her students wouldn't forget everything. Hermione doubted she would forget anything considering she was staying at Hogwarts during the holiday. She remembered with disgust how her parents had decided that they could use a "second honeymoon." Now she was stuck at school with a bunch of people she didn't like. With the exception of her best friend, Ginny, of course. And, admittedly, Harry. It had been two months and she still cared for him, her heart jumping whenever he passed. The only difference was that now there was anger too. Despite their long friendship, Harry basically had ceased to talk to Hermione. Even Ron didn't speak much to her anymore. They weren't exactly cold, but they never went out of their way to include her. In fact, Hermione couldn't remember a single instance where Harry or Ron had spoken to her first since the breakup.
Hermione sniffed and handed in her essay. Class ended soon after and Hermione wandered into the masses of students who were elated that the Christmas holiday had come.
She felt so alone.
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Laughter rang out in the common room and, for once, Hermione was included. She, Neville, Ginny and Parvati were laughing hysterically about Neville's latest encounter with Snape. Neville was still deathly afraid of the man, but in the company of friends, making the terrifying professor mad didn't seem as horrible. Hermione smiled as she looked at her friends. Two months ago, Parvati and Neville were simply friends. Now they were her confidantes. Harry and Ron's distance had forced her to become closer to other people. She had found that these guys were every bit as much fun as the old ones. And she had more of them, for once Hermione allowed herself to befriend Neville and Parvati, Lavender Seamus and Dean came along too. It was different, but in a wonderful way.
As she was musing on these events, Dean came up to Neville and whispered something to him. Neville turned slightly pale but nodded. Hermione was heading off to bed when he stopped her. "Hermione, um... would you possibly do me the honor of going to the dance with me?" He saw the slightly shocked look on her face and hastily added, "You know, as friends?"
Hermione stared at him for a second more. She had heard from Ginny that he was going to ask her, but she hadn't known he had the courage to actually do it. "I'd love to," she responded, giving him a hug.
Happily, she went off to bed, planning what she would wear. She wanted to look stunning.
Harry was going with a girl from Hufflepuff; a pale little thing named Susan Bones. Hermione hadn't been aware they knew one another. Supposedly, Harry had a tremendous crush on her. Well, now she would be able to see for herself if it was true. Hermione was thankful Ginny would be there to support her. And vice versa. Poor thing, Hermione thought, Ginny would have to see her ex-boyfriend with another girl also. It would be even more painful for her though. Ginny and Terry James Boot (called TJ by his friends) had gone out for two years, following Ginny's third year.
Hermione sighed. Happy as she was, she had begun to wonder if true love really existed. She had thought she found it after all, and it proved to be an illusion. Harry had been her chance. There weren't a lot of choices, she reflected, and all the decent ones were taken. Dean, Seamus, Blaise (a Slytherin, but quite cute)... heck, even Justin Finch-Fletchley and Malfoy (shudder) were dating people. And Ron was quite the player, now that he was in seventh year and had gained respect for more than just being famous Harry Potter's friend. Hermione giggled in spite of herself; three years ago, she never would have imagined Ron with two or three girlfriends at a time. She was glad she didn't have to deal with a boyfriend like that!
She sighed again and turned over, fell asleep and dreamt of happiness and love.
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A/N: Well, hope you like it so far! I realize everyone is slightly out of character. This is partly based on personal experience so I had to change certain aspects of their personalities (although it's crazy how I seem to know real-life counterparts of these people). Next time, the dance and a surprising twist I hope will shock you. Feel free to guess! :) R/R!!!!! Please! If you don't, I'll be forced to stop the story, like I did with my other fic. I've done it before, and so you know I'll do it again so review! Gracias!