Chapter Two
The silver locket, engraved with the initials of the two lovers, glinted softly in the afternoon light. A pale, freckled hand shot out of the air, cradling the delicate necklace in its palm.
Hermione Granger, leaning over the edge to watch the last remnant of her past love disappear, gasped. She backed up as the redhaired witch rose calmly on her Firebolt. Ginny Weasley looked at the necklace in her hands. Then she looked up at her Lover.
"Hello Hermione."
That voice. That simple voice, turned those six sylables into anything they wanted to. Hermione felt a shudder run down her spine. "Ginny." She whispered.
"You're alive."
Ginny smiled sadly. "Yes. I told them not to tell you."
"B-but...Why?"
Ginny reached down and cupped ther former lover's face in one hand. "Because you needed to let go. Three years was long enough Hermione."
"But, I didn't want to! Can't we just go back to how we were?"
Ginny shook her head. "Hermione, we can never be like that again. You have to let go. We can't be together. We can never be together. Please let it go."
She flew a little higher on the broom. "Remember me fondly, Mione. I'll miss you."
Then she flew off, leaving tears streaming down Hermione's face.
(A/N: Sooooo. Should I continue? I promise lots of fluff and angst if I do. Thanks to every one who reviewed! Let me know if I should continue. Thanks to CCoLoMBiAnMaMi11, Carolyn, and Chosentwo4381 who wanted me to continue.)