Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of these characters, unless I make them up.

She snuggled up closer to him. She was so blissfully happy. They finally were together, after all of these years.

            "Hermione, I think you should go back to your room now. Ginny and the other girls might be worried." A deep voice said, its sparkling emerald eyes smiling at her.

            "Mm… alright... I'll see you at breakfast, okay?"

            "Count on it."

            She put on her clothes and left the room, but not before giving her lover a kiss.

           

            Walking back to her room, she couldn't help grinning like a lunatic. They had confessed their love to each other that night, finally. She kept on walking, slowly, to remember the moment until she heard a crash.

            She turned around, scared, for the crash had come from the room she was just in. She heard people yelling. Frantic, she ran back to his room.

            "Calm down, put down your wand," her lover coaxed to someone.

            "HOW COULD YOU?! I LOVE HER, MORE THAN YOU EVER WILL!"

            "Ne--"

            "NO! YOU TOOK HER FROM ME! ALL THESE YEARS I'VE LOVED HER, WHILE YOU WERE OBESSING OVER OTHER GIRLS! YOU TOOK HER FROM ME THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! WE HAD HIT IT OFF ON THE TRAIN, BUT ONE LOOK AT YOU AND SHE WAS DETERMINED TO BE YOUR BEST FRIEND! SHE HELPED ME ALL THOSE TIMES IN POTIONS! SHE WAS MY FIRST CHOICE FOR THE YULE BALL, BUT YOU ONLY THOUGHT OF HER AS A LAST RESORT!"

            Wait… Hermione thought. It can't be him…

            Hermione burst into the room, just in time to hear a man shout the words that would end her lover's life.

            She saw her lover fall to the ground, his once sparkling green eyes blank, expressionless.

            She saw his lips moving to form the words, "I love you."

            She saw his body go limp.

            She saw his masked killer grin.

            And then… she saw him take off his mask.

            And she saw it was him. Neville.

            And then she saw black.

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            And then, she woke up. Her dreams were haunting her, the past was not forgotten. Neville was now in Azkaban, and her lover was dead. She started crying again. Her tears were silent, pouring out of her eyes. She had lost what was important to her that day. And she continued to lose it.

            Piece by piece, teared apart. Disposed of, until nothing is left.