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Chapter 1
The wind blew her bushy brown hair as she walked down Diagon Alley. It wasn't her favorite place to be at the moment. The weather was horrible, along with all the things that have occurred. The dark mark was seen all over the front pages of the Daily Prophet these days and you really had to watch out for yourself. The war had been going on for a long time, about 3 years now, and it just kept on going. Back and forth the war went. Sometimes the ministry winning, sometimes the death eaters.
The death toll had become larger and the fighting kept on coming. It was a war that no one wanted to be in. Wizards and witches all over the world were being tormented, controlled, and made to do Voldemorts dirty work. No one could be trusted, and with Dumbledore dead, things were even worse. No wizard alive seemed to be able to end it.
Hermione kept on walking and trying to get to her destination. She was headed for Sirius' old place, where the headquarters for the Order used to be. After Sirius had died, Harry had taken over the place once they had left Hogwarts. All he thought about was making sure that Voldemort had what was coming to him, which was a lifetime sentence in Azkaban. Hermione kept on walking at a faster pace, the sky was getting darker and no one wanted to be on the streets at night. It was dangerous, even to a well trained auror as she was.
"Where you going so quickly sugar? Why don't you hang around for a bit?" said Draco as he came out of the shadows of an alley.
"That isn't any of your business, is it now!" replied Hermione, trying not to sound startled. Since the war, Draco had been running into her a lot. She almost suspected that he had planned it to be that way. But... no... it couldn't be. Draco wouldn't follow her just for fun or because he fancied her. That was way out of the question! He wanted something, information most likely. But why much he call her sugar?
"Hunny please, give me a break, you're off to see your precious Potter now, aren't you?" He walked closer to her.
"Like I said, it's none of your business!" Hermione then stalked off, feeling annoyed that he was actually right, and left him standing in the dark.
She finally arrived at number 12, Grimmauld Place. Walking through the door, she noticed a change in atmosphere. Gloomy as it was outside, she now felt utter unhappiness. She knew something was wrong. Could it be another death? Nervous, she walked into the kitchen and there was Mrs. Weasley, crying over her husbands' shoulder, while Mr. Weasley looked like he had been hit in the face. Harry was sitting next to her along with Ron a Ginny, tears steaming down her face. Remus was in the corner talking quietly to Tonks. This was not new, feeling sadness, though it was still not welcome.
"What has happened? Harry? Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Percy. He's... he's... " Mrs. Weasley said quietly.
"He's gone." whispered Mr. Weasley.
Percy had become another taken by the death eaters. Now there were two Weasley boys gone. Percy and Charlie were both gone and Hermione was angry. She felt rage. She wanted this war to end. Voldemort had ruined lives all over the world. Killing people over and over, or taking over their lives and controlling them. Torturing them.
"I am so sorry." Remus said, as he came out of the corner where he was with Tonks. They then swept out of the room together and left the house.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were quiet for the rest of the evening. After they went to bed, Ginny and Ron followed. Hermione and Harry were left alone to talk about everything including the war, death, and even relationships. Hermione came out of the kitchen pantry with 2 bottles of fire whiskey. They both needed something to numb the pain.
"Hermione, do you think we would have still been together... you know... if the war hadn't come... and umm, you and Ron hadn't...?" asked Harry after a few swallows of whiskey.
"Harry, I honestly don't know." Hermione cut in. She didn't want to think about what had happened.
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Six Months earlier.
"Harry, I have got something to tell you."
"What is it Hermione?" he replied. She looked at him with her big brown eyes, full of sorrow.
"I don't think... I just... I think I need some time to think about things, about us."
"What do you mean? You said you wanted us to be together. I don't understand. What is it you want!"
"Harry please! I'm just trying to make things right. It's... well... Ron."
"What about Ron?" Harry was starting to get angry. She could tell. He was gritting his teeth.
"Well... he and I... had... an affair, a week ago. He said he had feelings for me, and I had some for him. And you! But now he and I are over. I needed to tell you the truth."
"Hermione, how could you do that?" He stared at her, almost in shock. "After this, I think its best we are just friends." Harry then left her room, and left Hermione in tears.
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They sat there for a few more moments, wondering.
"Harry, I don't think so. The war would have come, and it would have torn us apart. Like many other people. But I did come here to talk to you about something."
"Yah? Well what is it?" He said slurring his words. On second thought, maybe she would talk to him in the morning. He looked as if he had drunk way too much. After tonight's news, she thought that anyone could.
"I will tell you tomorrow. It is getting too late. I am tired and we both need some rest."
"Right then!" He got off his chair and wobbled over to the door. He turned around and looked at her. His eyes looked glazed over. "G'night Mione!" She could hear him climbing up the stairs, tripping mid-way, hoping he didn't wake up Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Hermione then got up herself and was a little dizzy herself. She climbed up the stairs to her bedroom and fell into a deep sleep.
Author Note: Please review and let me know what you think. Remember, first attempt! Constructive criticism welcome. I know its short, and I will do my best to make it longer.. if u want.