* I really hope you guys enjoy this fanfiction! It's only my second
fanfiction that I have written and I haven't even finished the first one!
But I had a dream about this story and I knew that I had to start it right
away. Enjoy!
I do not own Harry Potter and everything included.blah blah blah blah. You know what I mean.
THE WAY THINGS ARE
CH.1 - Invitation
I won't go.
They can't make me go back.
Hermione had spent her entire day arguing with herself. Half of her wanted to accept but the other made her remember what she was getting herself into.
"Why couldn't they have forgotten my invitation?" Hermione thought angrily. She was clutching the little piece that was in her palm so tight that any moment that little piece would become part of her skin.
5 years.
It had been five years since she had seen Hogwarts.
5 years since she had seen her friends.
5 years since she had seen Harry.
And RON.
Hermione finally let go of the little piece of paper and brought into view again. She had probably read that letter as much as a 100 times but she just had to read it again.
Dear Miss Hermione Granger,
We are pleased to announce that we will hold the annual dinner and dance for the reuniting class of 1998 at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As part of that graduating class, we are to inform you that even though the dinner and dance will be held 2 weeks as of this date, your presence is mandatory. We expect both Head Boy and Head Girl present. Since you were Head Girl that year and Mister Draco Malfoy was Head Boy, we would have expected both of you to arrive. However, due to the complications and events that took place a few years back Mister Malfoy will not be present. So it is crucial that you make your presence known on August the 24th. The Dinner will commence at 7:00 pm and continue with a dance until 1:00 am. We appreciate your understanding and hope that you as well as the rest of the alumni will have a pleasant time.
Sincerely,
MINERVA MCGOGONALL
Headmaster
Tears rolled down Hermione's cheek as she finally set down the paper onto the desk. She had always dreaded for this moment to come, but never did she realize that it would come so soon. She didn't want to attend. She would have given anything to not attend but she knew she had to go. It was unavoidable.
"Why did I have to be BLOODY Head Girl! Damn IT!" Hermione screamed so loudly that it made the wine glass shake from the table. Furiously, Hermione threw the wine glass to the wall and made it shatter into about a thousand pieces.
It was at that moment that Hermione realized something.
She would have to face meeting Harry and Ron.
But she brought it upon herself that it was just for one night. She would arrive, make her presence known, and eventually sneak out without anybody realizing until it was too late.
"Everything is fine with my life right now. I won't screw it up in one night. I'm happy with the way I'm living. I'm a writer and a MediWitch. I have a beautiful house and I'm just..happy."
But was she really?
Hermione suddenly gave up and began to retreat to one of her many, many rooms in her homes.
All through the way, Hermione began to ponder on what could she do tomorrow. I could go into Muggle London again and buy some more books Hermione thought. The idea would have sounded great if she hadn't been doing the same thing the past week. She hadn't made any friends when she had moved and hadn't bothered to make any in the hospital where she worked at. And because of that, Hermione's options were very limited in the whole 'vacationing thing to do'. That's when she made her decision.
"That's right, I'll go watch a Muggle movie. I haven't seen one in ages."
Hermione decided to put back today's incident in the back of her mind and try not to let it get to her.
Hermione quickly changed and made her way unto the bed. She layed face up viewing the ceiling; she knew she would dream it once again. It was all she dreamt about. That's why it was so hard to live a normal life if one kept dreaming of the same thing every night. And not only that, this repetitive dream happened to be the worst memory of your LIFE.
Slowly Hermione's eyelids were becoming heavier and heavier by the minute. But right before her eyes would completely shut, her head tilted to the right. The desk that was there had her pictures that she had managed to save.
They were pictures of Harry, her, and Ron.
They looked so happy and free-spirited. No one could have ever guessed that these 3 people would ever experience pain, anguish, and betrayal.
Betrayal. She loathed that word.
Only because she was the one who had betrayed the one she 'thought' she had loved and only ended betraying herself and destroying her happiness.
A tear had once again rolled her cheek and began to sob until her eyes had no more tears to release.
She had once again cried herself to sleep.
I do not own Harry Potter and everything included.blah blah blah blah. You know what I mean.
THE WAY THINGS ARE
CH.1 - Invitation
I won't go.
They can't make me go back.
Hermione had spent her entire day arguing with herself. Half of her wanted to accept but the other made her remember what she was getting herself into.
"Why couldn't they have forgotten my invitation?" Hermione thought angrily. She was clutching the little piece that was in her palm so tight that any moment that little piece would become part of her skin.
5 years.
It had been five years since she had seen Hogwarts.
5 years since she had seen her friends.
5 years since she had seen Harry.
And RON.
Hermione finally let go of the little piece of paper and brought into view again. She had probably read that letter as much as a 100 times but she just had to read it again.
Dear Miss Hermione Granger,
We are pleased to announce that we will hold the annual dinner and dance for the reuniting class of 1998 at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As part of that graduating class, we are to inform you that even though the dinner and dance will be held 2 weeks as of this date, your presence is mandatory. We expect both Head Boy and Head Girl present. Since you were Head Girl that year and Mister Draco Malfoy was Head Boy, we would have expected both of you to arrive. However, due to the complications and events that took place a few years back Mister Malfoy will not be present. So it is crucial that you make your presence known on August the 24th. The Dinner will commence at 7:00 pm and continue with a dance until 1:00 am. We appreciate your understanding and hope that you as well as the rest of the alumni will have a pleasant time.
Sincerely,
MINERVA MCGOGONALL
Headmaster
Tears rolled down Hermione's cheek as she finally set down the paper onto the desk. She had always dreaded for this moment to come, but never did she realize that it would come so soon. She didn't want to attend. She would have given anything to not attend but she knew she had to go. It was unavoidable.
"Why did I have to be BLOODY Head Girl! Damn IT!" Hermione screamed so loudly that it made the wine glass shake from the table. Furiously, Hermione threw the wine glass to the wall and made it shatter into about a thousand pieces.
It was at that moment that Hermione realized something.
She would have to face meeting Harry and Ron.
But she brought it upon herself that it was just for one night. She would arrive, make her presence known, and eventually sneak out without anybody realizing until it was too late.
"Everything is fine with my life right now. I won't screw it up in one night. I'm happy with the way I'm living. I'm a writer and a MediWitch. I have a beautiful house and I'm just..happy."
But was she really?
Hermione suddenly gave up and began to retreat to one of her many, many rooms in her homes.
All through the way, Hermione began to ponder on what could she do tomorrow. I could go into Muggle London again and buy some more books Hermione thought. The idea would have sounded great if she hadn't been doing the same thing the past week. She hadn't made any friends when she had moved and hadn't bothered to make any in the hospital where she worked at. And because of that, Hermione's options were very limited in the whole 'vacationing thing to do'. That's when she made her decision.
"That's right, I'll go watch a Muggle movie. I haven't seen one in ages."
Hermione decided to put back today's incident in the back of her mind and try not to let it get to her.
Hermione quickly changed and made her way unto the bed. She layed face up viewing the ceiling; she knew she would dream it once again. It was all she dreamt about. That's why it was so hard to live a normal life if one kept dreaming of the same thing every night. And not only that, this repetitive dream happened to be the worst memory of your LIFE.
Slowly Hermione's eyelids were becoming heavier and heavier by the minute. But right before her eyes would completely shut, her head tilted to the right. The desk that was there had her pictures that she had managed to save.
They were pictures of Harry, her, and Ron.
They looked so happy and free-spirited. No one could have ever guessed that these 3 people would ever experience pain, anguish, and betrayal.
Betrayal. She loathed that word.
Only because she was the one who had betrayed the one she 'thought' she had loved and only ended betraying herself and destroying her happiness.
A tear had once again rolled her cheek and began to sob until her eyes had no more tears to release.
She had once again cried herself to sleep.