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Chapter Two: What did I do to deserve this life?

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Ugh. For the first 16 years of my life, I never hated getting up early enough to still see the moon. Ever since I started dating Draco, my life is the opposite of what it was. My friends are all Slytherins, I hate school, and most of my grades are horrible. I haven't gone to the library since the end of my 6th year. And I hate it. I wish I could go back. I wish I could stay up all night talking to Ginny. I wish Harry would roll his eyes as I made him a study schedule. I wish Ron would hold me in his arms.

Sigh.

I guess the saying "You never know what you've got until it's gone" applies to me. I thought I loved Draco. I thought he had changed. I thought he was a loving man who would treat me like a queen. But I was wrong. Draco is just using me. I love Ron.

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"Hey, Hermione, my girl. Sit down, eat some breakfast."

Eew. I just lost my appetite.

"No, that's okay, I'm not that hungry."

"Really? Well, our first class is Herbology."

"Okay. Do you want to get going?"

"Sure."

Draco grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the hall and into the shadows of the castle. He gave her his traditional smirk.

"Not hungry?"

"Nooo."

"It's okay, we're alone now. I know you just wanted time alone."

Riiiight.

"How did you know?"

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"Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy, wouldn't want you two lovers to be apart, so you're partners."

Of course. Why did all the teachers hate her like this? She made one bad decision. She could fix it if anyone would listen to her.

"Good. Let's get going, sweetie," said Draco.

AH! Why did he have to talk like that?

Hermione zoned out, knowing that Draco would do all the work. He was pretending he was a good boyfriend. Hermione just sat and watched Ron and Harry.

Oh, how she missed them. She wanted so badly to be over there, telling them not to touch the middle of the plant, it gets it irritated. She missed them so much.

Oh no. Ron just looked up. Hermione tried to turn away, but she couldn't miss the dirty look he gave her.

"HERMIONE! Wake up!"

"OH! Sorry, I don't feel all that well."

"You should go to the Hospital Wing."

"No, tha-," Too late.

"Do you want me to take you?"

"No, I'll be fine."

Hermione left the Green houses. She ran up to the castle, but instead of going to the Wing, she ran to the only place she had any privacy: the tunnel to Honey dukes' Cellar.

Hermione buried her face in arms and slunk down against the wall.

And she cried.

And cried.

And cried.

Why did her friends hate her? She wished that she could only tell them how she felt.

But she couldn't, so she might has well give up and move on.

She was almost ready to leave when she heard a noise from the door. She looked up.

Harry was standing in the entrance hole.