'Mione?'

Hermione opened her eyes. Her room was still dark. No...she didn't want to get up....she wanted to....sleeeeeepppp....

With a groan, she turned over, and shut her eyes again. But then, she felt a hand on her cheek.

'Mione, wake up quickly. You have to go to work.'

'Hm...go away...' Hermione muttered.

'Mione, you're late. Fudge will fire you!'

Now, that got her out of bed.

'What! Late! How late?' she sprang out of bed. She saw Lisa standing beside her, wearing a dressing gown, hands on her hips.

'Well, at least that got you up,' she said, rolling her eyes. 'Chill. You don't have work today.'

'Bitch,' Hermione muttered, sweeping hair off her face. 'Wait a minute...it's not the weekend.'

'No,' Lisa said, plopping down on her bed. 'But Fudge gave you the day off. You meet the Malfoy's tomorrow, remember?'

'M-Malfoy?'

Memories came rushing back. She was getting married to Malfoy, would meet his parents tomorrow, and- Chris...

Her head suddenly drooped, as she remembered. Lisa noticed.

'Hey, sweety,' she whispered, 'Chill. How about we go out for lunch, huh?'

Hermione looked up and smiled.

'Thanks, Lise,' she whispered, squeezing her friend's hand.'

By the time they came back, Hermione was in a much better mood. Till she remembered she was meeting the Malfoys tomorrow. Then the day pretty much went to the dogs.

She filled herself a hot bath, and stepped in. The water calmed down her tight muscles, and made her relax. She leaned her head back and sighed. Life seemed so difficult. She was getting married to Malfoy. He was right, she knew, his relatives would definitely kill her, given a chance. And Chris-

'Forget Chris,' she told herself, firmly. But I can't. I can't forget him. I need to- I need to-

'Talk to him!' she said, aloud, suddenly.

She immediately stepped out of the bath. Drying herself with a fluffy white towel, she slipped on her bathrobe, and picked up the phone. She quickly dialed a number- a number she knew by heart because of the numerous times she had called it.

The phone rang once...twice...thrice...Hermione's heart beat loudly. It had been months- three months since she had last spoken to him...since she had met Mina. Would he speak to her? Or would he just hang up?

'Hello?' her breath caught in her throat. It was so hard, hearing his voice after so long.

'Hello?' the voice asked again. 'Hello?'

Hermione grappled with her voice. Finally, she seemed to find it- when she spoke, however, it sounded choked and unnatural.

'H-hello?' she stammered.

There was a pause.

'Mione?' the voice sounded surprised.

Hearing him call her by her pet name was just too much. She broke into tears. She quickly wiped them.

'Shit...of, sorry, Chris. L-listen...I want to speak to you. C-can I come over to your place?'

'Tomorrow?' Chris asked, in his deep voice.

Hermione gulped.

'N-no. My reception is tomorrow. I want to speak to you today.'

'reception? Y-you're getting married?'

Fresh tears poured down her face. His voice sounded surprised and hurt- angry and bitter, for some reason. Hermione felt a pang of satisfaction. She hoped it would hurt hum, hurt him that she was getting married so soon after their break-up. And while she was so busy hoping things like this, she might as well hope that Mina would die a wretched death.

'yes,' she whispered. 'But I need to talk to you.'

'Well, you can come over now, if you want to,' Chris said, sounding eager.

'All right,' Mione whispered.

AN- Lol, sorry this is so short. But I'm just too tired to write more. Review ppl, and I'll probably be more inspired.

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