N/A: Hello! I am your fellow ShOrTi3, here to bring you another story. My account got messed up and therefore, any previous stories of mine are now removed...tear. Anyway, this story is just a thought. I'm not sure about it yet. Your reviews decide its fate. So, well you know the drill... READ AND REVIEW! (please?)

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter ™ or any of its characters. For if I did, I would be filthy stinkn' rich!!! But I'm still broke and that's proof enough... (another)tear.

Complete summary: An idea taken from a few lines from the trailer, morphed into a whole new story. How much can change in one year? Alot. When Hermione is suffering from a family dispute and her parent's divorce, who will be there to help her recover? Not Harry. Not Ron. Just the wrong person at the right time. The wrong person who deliberately tried to make her past years a living hell, and succeeded (well, to a point). Problem is, she isn't too comfortable with him being around. Can her life get any worse? Sure it can! B/C I'm the writter!!

Written all in first person. And... I'll let you guess the pairing, though if you did a search for these precise couples, then you already know (you sly dogs you!) So read and enjoy (and review!) –Hold on, I can't start the story until I see a commercial with the scene in it...! Silly me!! Oh, and forgive me if I don't get the dialogue right! You know as well as me that the movie doesn't come out until June 4th (the last day for my school year! And I'm going to see it with a lot of friends!!!) and the dialogue is unknown to most people right now, but if for some reason you do know it (and I got it wrong, or you just want more speaking in this first chapter), send it to me at BuBBliCiouS094adelphia.net or I.M. me at ShOrTy4947! Thanx in advance! And happy reading!-
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Epilogue: Hurtful Words

"--FILTHY LITTLE MUDBLOOD!--"

"--FOUL ODERED, EVIL LITTLE COCKROACH!--"

I was stomping down the hill towards Malfoy who stood with his ignorant cronies. He was flushed with anger, but not like I was. I finally reached a braking point. He could only torment me so much, and this time, he crossed the line. My face was flushed; my silky long, less bushy hair was now wind- blown and out of place. My eyes glowed with a brilliant, raging fire that could only be extinguished when I grasped revenge upon the arrogant, self- centered ferret. He held a look of disgust on his prim face, while I held a look of pure hatred and loathing on mine. He looked ready to fight. I looked ready to kill.

Before I could even think or comprehend what I was doing, my wand was out and only inches away from his throat. I had reached my destination. He was pinned to the tree with no escape. Time seemed to slow, but my words flew from my mouth like prey escaping its hunter.

Suddenly it became silent. It seemed as if I had gone deaf. The silence flooded the air and my ears, blinding the sense. But the other four senses were still at their peak, and I could still feel the hatred that burned within me.

Everything stilled. Became motionless. And there, before my eyes, stood Malfoy. His face, which no longer held the look of disgust, but was now, replaced by fright. His eyes showed regret for his angry words, as they darted around looking for an escape, only to pause and stare down the tip of my wand when he knew he was trapped. I was surprised- no- shocked! Malfoy—mean, conceited, egotistical, proud, self-admiring Malfoy—stood only inches from the tip of my wand with a shocked and frightened expression. He reminded me of an abused puppy, quivering before his owner.

But I was happy. I was satisfied. He was at least smart enough to understand that Hermione Granger was holding a wand to his throat. That at any given moment, she (I) could release a hex, spell or jinx that he would have probably never heard of.

He finally found his place. His place--- which was at the end of my wand, right where I could keep him in check.

Though I had finally felt the triumph of winning a battle that had long been fought, I still couldn't bring my lips into a smirk; they were contempt in pressed anger. But it didn't matter. I was still happy. Finally, noticing my surroundings and not to mention my actions, I sheepishly yet gallantly regained my dignity.

I glared at him for a few long seconds before withdrawing my wand. He only stared back, but the emotion of fright was quickly decreasing from his pale face.

It didn't bother me though. He would never forget today. And neither will I. He now knows the capability of my anger. Should he push further with his taunting, then he will only be forced to dig his own grave. Once again, me with a wand and him with no escape, and not to mention a thin temper, complements of him.

I had long forgotten Ron and Harry who stood behind me. When I turned to acknowledge them, their mouths had hung open in utter shock. They gapped at my actions, and if I could stand with them and watch myself only seconds (though it had felt like hours) before, I would probably join them as their triplet.

I regained my posture and poise, letting the anger that had flooded my emotions and face fade, and followed them back up the hill, thinking that this small yet bliss quarrel was over. But I clearly thought too soon.

As soon as my back was turned, Malfoy had said the one thing to top my anger.

"Foolish mudblood can't even carry out her actions! Wonder if it's inherited from her mum or dad... doesn't matter there both ungrateful, dirty little muggles!"

I'm sure he wanted me to hear it (he said it quite loudly), and I did. But I'm also sure he didn't think I was going to do what I did next. It was unexpected even for me.

Before I knew it, I was spinning around on my heel, my hand clenched into an angry fist. That fire had not only rose back up in my eyes, but was now ten times as bright as it was before burned with an impossible to describe loathing.

Forgetting about the wand that was positioned in the pocket of my jeans, my hand made up for its absence, and faster then anyone could keep up with, it collided with the side of Malfoy's precious face.

He had fallen to the ground. He was unable to detect my fist. I'm sure his first thought (or concern I should say) would be my wand. But like he had said, my parents were muggles, my friends were muggles. So it's only proper for me to be taught by muggles when it comes to 'hand in hand' combat.

When I finally came to my senses, I discovered Malfoy's limp, unconscious body lying at my feet. I looked to Crabbe and Goyle, who both had dumbfounded looks plastered to their chubby faces.

I glared at them, as if daring them to say another word about the previous subject. I guess they're not as dumb as they appear to be. Actually I give them a lot of credit, they kept their mouths shut. And with the way my anger had been thinning by the second, that smart action was their savior.

I stalked past Harry and Ron, and walked back to the castle in silence, leaving an unconscious Malfoy and his confused bodyguards behind. I knew Malfoy wouldn't say anything about this, it only meant humiliation for him and no matter how many points you take from Gryffindor, it still wouldn't be enough to rename him as the cocky, well respected, Slytherin Prince he had already claimed the title of. I mean, who would want to follow a falsely judged pureblood who can't even defend himself against a "mudblood"? My thoughts exactly. So I was home safe.

Now I was positive he would keep away from me, never to interfere in my life again. He knew what power I possessed with or without wand, so it should hold up a boundary somewhere... Now I'm rid of that git. Finally able to conduct a less hectic life without him. Able to be free, and do as I like without having to worry about him interrupting it.

But how wrong I was... oh, how very wrong I was.