Disclaimer: If i owned Harry Potter, would I honestly be sitting on my ass in front of the computer typing up a mock story? Somehow, I don't think that's what J.K. Rowling does in her spare time...

A/N: Hello readers. I'm feeling very excited right now. Wanna know why? Of course you do. It's because this is my first fanfic. I know it might not be the best you've ever read, but this is me attempting to tone up my writing skills and have some fun doing it. So please feel free to REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW and send me some constructive criticism or just say hello, whatever floats your boat. Anyways, I hope you like it!

He was wonderful. He was brave and strong, so full of life. He was brilliant, probably one of the most intelligent of his year, along with his best friend of course. It didn't help that he wasn't so terrible looking either. With thick shaggy black hair that you just wanted to run your fingers through and deep grey eyes that could be warm and inviting or even icy cold. He was idolized and sought after by many. He was beautiful, mind body and soul, the kind of person you only meet once in your life. I loved him like I never loved anyone before and I'll never love the same way again.

I'm hoping that I'll never forget what happened to us but that when I'm older and look back on this, it will make me smile and think of how blessed we were at the time instead of making me break down and cry in the middle of the night. I'm hoping, as I write this down, that maybe, just maybe, some of the hurt that I feel will just go away.

Here it goes.

This is my story, our story.

As I walked into the Great Hall for the welcome feast, I realized something very disturbing. This would be the last time I would sit at these tables with all my friends (which consisted mostly of Harry and Ron) as we listened to the Sorting Hat sing it's song. The last time we would watch all the intimidated and nervous looking first-years shuffle over to the stool, reluctantly sit down, waiting for something, anything really to get everyones eyes off of them.

It's our seventh and final year here at Hogwarts. It's quite depressing actually. I'm really going to miss it here and I am absolutely determined to make this the best year ever.

"Hermione? Hello? Are you there?"

I awoke from my dreamland to Harry staring at me pointedly as Ron waved his hand in front of my face.

"Of course I'm here, Ronald." I said as I slapped his hand away.

"We would let you day-dream all day," Harry said. I raised an eyebrow, "Honestly, we would, only we're holding up the rest of the school."

I slowly turned on the spot and sure enough, behind the three of us, a whole horde of students stood behind us, some looking incredibly impatient and angry, others craning their necks to try and see what the hold-up was.

"What the fuck is going on-"

"Come on already-"

"Let's go, I'm bloody starving-"

"Honestly, I'm going to piss my pants if people don't move-"

"Move it you retards!"

"Oh, honestly, there's no reason to be so rude about it." I pulled myself and a laughing Harry and Ron out of the doorway as everyone charged into the Great Hall.

"Come on," Harry said between chuckles, "We'd better sit down then."

So we joined the flow of students being pushed and pulled all the way to the Griffindor table.

"-And with that, I leave you to wallow in our delicous feast and I bid you all a good night and a good start to the year." Dumbledore finished his speech and clapped his hands. All at once, our plates were filled with food, our goblets full to the rim with pumpkin juice and cheerful chatter begun to echo throughout the hall.

"Thank GOD," Ron said as he shoved a drumstick in his mouth and practicaly swalloed it whole. "I thought the old coot would never finish."

"I mean, who seriously cares that Filch demananded no one own any object from the twins' shop," Harry added as he took a gulp from his goblet. "We get it, he doesn't have to name every single item they sell. We still buy them anyways."

"That's like advertizing their store. I swear, their sales are going to double. Maybe they can buy me a new broom." Ron said thoughtfully as he inhaled half of a chicken.

"Honestly, it's as though you two have never seen food before. I don't even have an appetite anymore from watching you." I scoffed

"Oh, live a little Hermione,"

I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"Yeah, whatever."

A/N: It is a tad bit short isn't it? Oh well, I'm sorry. I promise the next chapter will be longer and way more eventful. That is, if there is a next chapter...

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