It Was Fate I Guess

Forget about HBP! This is a different side of Hermione, she's fed up and she leaves her life for a better one, or was it all a waste of time.

This is a story dedicated to all helplessly romantic people, just like me...: P enjoy!1

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Leaving

It had been three years, three long years since Hermione's life had taken a great twist, after graduating Hermione did the unpredictable, she left them, she left Hogwarts, Ron, Harry, everyone. No one ever saw her leave in the middle of the night, thankfully. She was fed up and it just wasn't the life she wanted any longer.

It all happened in a very bone chilling night, it appeared to her as though it was going to be a night like every other one she had lived pass, she was totally wrong though. Harry and Ron had been her best friends over the long, complicated, tiresome years in Hogwarts. It wasn't as if one day they ended up dead she'd be alone and sad for the rest of her life, one of the reasons why, well they turned their back on her, they used her for homework and for girls, those were a few of the many things. She knew they liked her only as a class friends, not as a life friend, she blamed herself not noticing how they left her out on most of the things they did, that started to happen on her seventh year, her very last one, she knew they were only using her to get to her other friends, he girl friends.

And yet she did nothing.

Maybe because she was afraid of losing them, or maybe is because she was insecure after all. Hermione didn't enjoy Hogwarts as she used to, her eyes didn't sparkle as she talked about magic and spells she had learned, not because she regretted being a witch, but because that wasn't her home as she always thought it was.

The night started off with a end of the year party, lots of loud music, lots of guys, lots of alcohol, those were the good times. It was way past midnight and they celebrated firmly on, one thing, freedom, they were free, they could go anywhere in the whole world, they could do anything and nothing, it was of to them and them only. Hermione wasn't drinking that much that night though, not because she didn't like drinking, for her favorite was Vodka in Cramberry juice, simply delicious in her opinion. But Ron and Harry in the other hand drank with confidence, like there was no tomorrow, the party kept on going on and on, laughter, jokes, girls, guys, the party was simply unforgettable. It all happened so suddenly, she wasn't expecting it, but it hit her then, that was one of her mistakes, she never expected that from...them.

Hermione noticed the two boys were going way to wildly on the drink, they had barfed already, but the drinking went on. She walked over to where Harry and Ron sang loudly and proudly.

"Guys don't you think you should go easy with the drink?"

"Give us a break, you sound just like my mom!" Ron said hiccupping at the same time, making it incredibly hard to understand.

"Really, it's not like you'll die, just put the drinks down." She was worried with their health, that was one of the things she blamed herself harshly on. She carried too much for the bastards.

"Fuck off Hermy!" said Harry loudly, he pushed her not very strongly on her shoulder.

"I'm just worried ok!"

"Why do you care! Have you not noticed that if it were you in our place we wouldn't care! At all!" she looked at both of them in shock.

"What?"

"Oh! Don't give us that! You know you've never been our buddy friend! You always knew we used you, and yet brilliant Hermione Jane Granger simply didn't care!" she had burning tears of shame and sorrow in her eyes.

"What did we offend you!" said Ron sarcastically and carelessly. She tuned around and went into her bedroom, closing the door shut with every single locking spell she knew, walking over to her bed she sat down furiously.

"Fucking Bastards!" she cried as she spoke those hate filled words. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Shame on her for being so dumb. She paced around, she couldn't stand them, any of them, the students, the teachers, everybody. She looked at the half open magazine on her bed. In the leaf of paper it said New York, it was something about the city, how great the wizarding community was developing in such ferocious way, that was it she thought.

Gathering her stuff, all her clothe, all her shit she had gathered thru her life. After a minute of looking around, looking at all she was giving up she opened her closet she opened a secret drawer she had made on the first year, her savings, all the money she had gotten from her parents and her family, from all of the tutoring she had done over the years, there was enough to move there and find a decent flat. Taking a deep breath she left thru the common room, every one was too busy to notice the girl running away. She walked quietly thru the corridors, no one thank God appeared. Hermione finally made it outside, walking thru the grass, she had tears in her eyes, not sad tears, but ashamed, confused, lonely tears. She finally admitted to herself how lonely she really was, but New York was going to be good to her, life was giving Hermione a second chance to be happy, and she was determined not to let it pass by unnoticed as it had happened so many times before.

This time Hermione wouldn't let herself not be happy, that just wasn't aloued to her anymore.