My Deepest Love
By: Gopher2806
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, only my own plot.
In the garden she stood and before her stood three people who held bottled anger and betrayal in their bodies. Tears streamed down Hermione Granger's face, having been attacked only moments before by these people she had proclaimed as her best friends. A tattered wing lay on the ground between them, a sign of the fight that had transpired. Ginny had ripped it off while throwing her out into the garden. Ron and Harry had stood by watching, doing nothing to stop the flaming red headed girl.
Now they lay in silence, the heavy breathing of a broken girl the only sound heard on the dark night. She dare not say anything in fear of provoking anymore verbal beating, yet she felt compelled to do something, say something. Bending down she slowly picked up the tattered wing and clutched it to her body.
"Why?" she whispered looking into their eyes with her own teary ones.
"Because," Harry said, his jaw still clenched tightly like that of Ron's.
"You sleep with Slytherin girls all the time, this is no different!" she screamed.
"Yes it is." Ron snapped at her.
She staggered back, as if hit by him.
"How?" she asked.
"It's Malfoy." he said simply.
She shook her head, "No." she whispered spinning around and running.
The three Gryffindors did not move from their spots, only watched as their once best friend ran from the gardens to where they could only guess was Malfoy's arms.
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They didn't understand, she told herself as she ran through the halls of Hogwarts to the Head's dorm. They didn't know how sweet and caring he could be. They just didn't understand.
Hermione slowed down as she neared the portrait of a girl sitting with her legs tucked underneath her body as she sat upon a large rock. The picture's setting was in the dead of night under a full moon. The painting had always been very calming to Hermione. Every time she stepped past it and into the dorm she had felt the stress from the days activities leave her. Even now it calmed her as she quickly muttered the password and stepped through the doorway in her upset state.
The dorm seemed quiet as she crept to the other side of the room to the Head Boys room. Reaching the door, she grasped the handle of the door and slowly turned it. She thought he would be asleep.
Alas on this glorious night she was once again wrong about the world.
She stared in disbelief as the head boy rode a black haired girl. All sounds of protest lodged themselves in her throat as she clutched the doorframe for support. This couldn't be happening to her. How could this be happening to her?
Tears welled up in her eyes. They had been right about him. Now she had no one in her small world. She turned then and ran from the dorm as if death itself was biting at her heels.
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Hermione wandered the halls of Hogwarts, her mind going through the events of the evening. Tonight was supposed to be the night of reminiscing with class mates for it was the graduation ball. This year they had chosen to hold a masquerade. She had chosen to go as the angel everyone proclaimed her to be.
Coming to a halt she stood in the middle of an intersection of hallways. Which would take her to solitude for her to cry alone? Her honey brown eyes moved back and forth between the intersections. Which one would keep her hidden from the world till she was ready to face it? Finally she chose a hallway that would lead to a set of stairs that would take her to one of the many towers in the school. There she would be left alone to scream, cry and to think.
Quickly she moved through the corridor to the tower, wishing to be alone already so she may let out the tears that were pent up inside of her tired body. She wasn't suppose to feel this way she told herself as she walked up the steep stairway. The night before graduation shouldn't be this way.
A small sniffle escaped her when she reached the doorway to the tower. Finally she could cry in peace. Grasping the handle tightly she gave a quick jerk and opened the door.
The tower was dusty and empty. A sure sign that no one had been there for many years. She heaved a sigh of relief of knowing she would be safe and stepped into the room, shutting the door quietly behind herself. Dusting off a spot across from the window that was in the small tower room, she plopped herself down and let her head hit the hard stoned wall
The tears came quickly and easily for Hermione as she sat on the cold floor. The moons light bathed her in an unearthly glow, making her look like a fallen angel. God, what had she done to deserve such pain?
Graduation Day was no easy day for Hermione, it seemed to drag forever. But she noticed she wasn't the only one in her graduating class who seemed restless. It seemed everyone was eager to be free of the school that had been home to them for the past seven years.
Sighing she slid down in her chair wondering when this hellish nightmare would soon be over. It had been an obstacle course trying to avoid her three friends and Malfoy. Everywhere she went, they were there.
"Hermione!"
She blinked and looked up into the eyes of one of fellow classmates. They were standing and signaling for her to do so as well. Blinking again she stood and followed her row up to the stage that had been set up for the Graduation. She then came to a halt behind the stage and waited calmly for her name to be called so that she may walk and acquire her diploma.
"Hermione A. Granger."
Putting on a big smile she climbed the steps up to the stage. Then one of the teachers, she didn't pay attention to which one it was, held out their hands and she took it. Then another and then another before she was handed her diploma. Next she shook hands with the headmistress and smiled for the cameraman who was taking the traditional stand with the Headmistress or Headmaster of the school after you achieve your diploma picture.
She didn't pay attention to the rest of the ceremony once she sat down with her diploma. And before she knew it, her classmates were throwing up their caps into the air. And with those caps flew up the weight that had been resting upon her shoulders. She gave a happy smile and joined in the fun by throwing up her cap too.
After the ceremony it took forever to find her parents. And when she did she almost busted out laughing at her mothers crying racoon face. Her father just stood calmly on the side holding back the tears of joy that she knew where threatening to fall. She beamed at them and rushed towards them to give them a hug.
"Oh sweetheart I'm so proud of you!" Mrs. Granger sobbed hugging her daughter.
"Oh mum." she said rolling her eyes and handing her a tissue.
"Thank you dear." she said grabbing the tissue and blowing her nose.
Hermione just laughed and gave her mother another hug and smiling at her dad.
"We are truly proud of you Hermione." her father beamed.
"Thank you papa." she smiled stepping forward to give him a quick peck on the cheek as well as a hug.
"One more picture of you with your diploma if you don't mind Hermione." he said stepping back and bringing up the camera.
"Not at all." she giggled.
Stepping back she gave a huge smile to the camera, wishing now she hadn't placed a charm on her fathers favorite electronic to allow it on school grounds.
"Granger!" Malfoy called rushing towards her.
Hermione flinched and told her parents she would be right back, having a feeling that her talk between Malfoy and herself was going to take awhile. Putting on a fake smile she waved at him. God she now kicked herself for not leaving sooner.
He stopped in front of her, a huge smirk on his face. "We did it!" he said as he rushed forward and hugged her.
She just let her arms hang limply at her sides till he was done.
"Yes we did." she nodded.
He frowned and studied her. "Is something wrong?"
Hermione bit her tongue; he had always been able to read her. But then again she had always been told she wore her emotions on her sleeve. She shook her head no.
"Why do you ask?" she questioned.
"Oh you just seem out of it." he said.
"Just in shock that's all." she replied with a tight smile.
"Understandable. We won't be seeing each other after this day." he gave a sad smile then. "I looked for you last night and couldn't find you. Where'd you go?"
Her back straightened as memories of what he was doing flashed back into her mind.
"Oh, I had gone to bed early."
"Really? I hadn't heard you come in last night."
She only shrugged and glanced back at her parents. "Well I have to get going now, I'll see you later."
He gave a nod; a puzzled look set upon his face and gave her one last kiss on the forward. She tried not to cringe, but there was no way she could hold it back. The very presence of him made her want to run as far away as possible.
"Draco!"
Glancing up sharply they turned to look at the black haired girl running towards them. Hermione gave another cringe and quickly made her escape. This day seemed like it was never going to end for her. Rushing back to her parents she told them it was time to go and they didn't question her. Something she was thankful for.
They didn't run into anyone else as they were leaving. Though they did past the Weasleys, who in return just ignored her presence. She guessed Ron had already told his Mum what had happened. How quickly the tables had turned. Had they ever been friends in the first place?
But it didn't matter now. They would never see each other after this day. Taking one last glance back at her friends, she saw they too were staring back at her. But their stares turned cold making her shake her head and continue on.
Yes after this day they would never see each other again.
Thank god.
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Author: Okay so I desperately need a Beta, and if anyone's interested, please email me or something. As you can see my grammar is not the best.
Draco: She's a muggle, you gotta help her.
Author: -poke- Be quiet, I could kill you off in the end.
Draco: ...
Hermione: Please help?
-Enter new person-
Lemon: But Ruby, I thought I was your Beta!
Author, Draco, Hermione:...
Author: Who's up for pizza?
Draco: I'm in.
Hermione: Me too!
Lemon: But, but, but...
Author:... Well I guess... . ... I still would like a second person to give their thoughts and view on this...so email me or tell me and we'll discuss and you and Lemon can correct the story together.
Lemon: -hisses-
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