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Author's Notes: It's been quite awhile and I've decided to update! Anyone missed me? -silence in room- alriight. Well, this is the first official chapter of "Of Crushed Letters" and it's being written in Hermione's POV. It will be a little short and I might take time to upload another chapter so please bear with me! Also, many thanks to the people who actually wrote a review. After reading some of the comments, I'm now trying my best to change the story to fit the character's real personality even more. By the way, this is taking place in their Sixth year. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: My Illusion

October 17, 11.45pm. Rain.

A misty evening. The lights illuminates the whole street like a glowing aura. Dusk had fallen. I was sitting in front of a closed shop, watching the passing crowd, nothing more than a blurred image to my eyes. The place is moving too fast. I fiddled with my wand. Hoping it would slow things down. Nothing really caught my eye. In my own world, everything is black and white. There I was, alone.

Without any warning, it started to rain. Not really heavy but enough to get me drenched. I didn't bother to move. The place moved even faster. Everybody began to rush, began to run. I stood up and began to walk. Not because of the rain, it was because I wanted to. Now and then, people knocked into you, accidentally brush against your shoulders. They might become your friends. Who knows?

This person with a head full of ginger red hair, brushed against my shoulders. He held onto my wrist and we ran in the middle of the now empty road. Soon, we reached the castle. I eyed Filch warily, staring at us, disappointed that we had managed to be back before curfew. Still running, Filch slowly became smaller till he disappeared from my sight, he dragged me back to the common room. He unlocked and pushed open his dorm and told me to wait. Tilting my head slowly, I peeked inside the dorm. It was dim inside. It was not really neat, neither was it untidy. I had a mysterious yet comfortable feeling of this place. I did not bother to think more about it.

He walked up to his open window and sat on the ledge for a moment. A moment slipped by, and another, and of their own volition, my eyes sought his. My world was drowning in those dreamy eyes of his. Suddenly, realization hit me. He must be staring at me because he wanted to change. My cheeks burned and I quickly turned my head away. Taking a deep breath, I waited patiently. Then, I heard the creaking of the door and at first, I only saw his shadow. As he moved towards me, the light illuminated his figure and I could see his concerned face. He opened his mouth and began to say something. I could not hear anything, everything around me seemed to have stopped. He mumbled something and scratched his head awkwardly. Stretching his left hand out, he swiftly stuffed a maroon towel into my arms. "I just wanted you to accompany me to the Common Room before going to the Great Hall for dinner." It was all my mind registered at the moment. So that was his reason for dragging me here. I wanted to tell him, "It's alright. I want to be with you." but my cursed pride seemed to have stuck a sock into my mouth, cutting off the words before they could escape my lips.

We always talk to each other but we always end up quarrelling over the littlest things. Despite our arguments, we still hang out together often. I guess we just like each other's company. Do you call this love? We walked into the quiet hallway noisily. Our footsteps echoed throughout the quiet place. We walked side by side, enjoying each other's scent. We continued this for a long time, on the night the both of us were like the only ones. No one cares.

During school, people just get on and off on relationships and friendships. I guess I am the unusual one. Although I had many different people hanging around me and me hanging around others, I never felt as close to them like I feel towards Ron and Harry. I never felt love until my fourth year in Hogwarts. First love. Before that, I had felt a tingling sensation whenever I got very near him. But I had just assumed it was a crush. Then, realization settled in during my fourth year. My world began to be filled with colors. I don't know how long would it last. The longer the better I suppose.

As we entered the Great Hall, the wonderful aroma of the turkeys and roast beef filled our noises. Grinning happily, he moved forward to join the other Gryffindors. At that moment, I felt the bond we had a scant second ago vanish and the colors just drained from my world again, as rain runs off a roof. Putting on a smile, as though nothing had happened, I sat beside Parvati and Lavender, starting a conversation to distract me from him. It has become a daily routine, pretending that what I'm feeling now does not exist. We are just friends...

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Placing down her quill lightly, Hermione closed her red leather bound diary. Sighing softly, she gently pulled open her drawer and placed her diary in it. All her real emotions and thoughts hidden in the enclosed space until the next night, when she will open it up once more, pouring all her thoughts into it.

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Author's Notes: So how was it? Huh? Huh? Review!