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To All my Fans: I'm so sorry about the other story but I'm going to discontinue it because it is starting to get on my nerves and I'm also stumped. Well I hope you enjoy this story. Bon A petit! (You only say that when you eat, right? Oh well)
Summary: After a traumatizing accident, causing the death of a loved one, Hermione is isn't sure whether she wants to sing ever again.
'Harry, watch out!'
The moment of the accident kept on replaying in Hermione's mind. It couldn't just leave her alone. She was there and she saw how it happened and she new it her fault he died in the first place. Well, not really. She was having what some people call 'survivor's guilt'.
"Why couldn't it have been me who died instead of you?" she thought aloud, "I loved you so much."
Then it replayed in her head as if she were watching it on a television screen.
Hermione received an owl early in the morning from Harry. She undid the binding on Hedwig's leg, gave her an owl treat and read the neat yet untidy scrawl.
Dear Hermione,
I need to see you as soon as possible. This very important. I've been dreaming of this moment ever since first year at Hogwart's. It would mean a lot to me if you would come. Meet me at our usual meeting place.
Love,
HarryHermione said she'll be there around five o'clock in the evening. She had eleven hours of thinking to do. What was so important that he to see her without a day's notice? Maybe he was going to ask her to marry her. Yeah, right.
'If only he did. It would make me the happiest girl alive.' She thought to herself. Hermione's train of thoughts was broken when her mother came in her room.
"Oh, Hermione. I didn't expect you to be up for at least two more hours or so. I just came to get the laundry. Since you're up I'd thought I'd tell you that you have practice with Nana from ten to three.
"Yes, Mother, I know."
Now you're probably wondering 'Practice for what?'. Well, Hermione is a great singer, pianist, and dancer and in two more months or so Hermione will be studying at Beauxbatons Academy for the Musically Gifted. Hermione had been singing and playing piano ever since she was 4 years old. Harry was her inspiration. No matter how hard things got, when she thought about quitting, Harry pushed her to another level. She loved him so much.
It was 4: 45 and Hermione was putting the finishing touches on her make-up. She was wearing a floral, baby-blue, knee-length skirt, a white, fitted tank top, and a body hugging, baby- blue sweater and baby-blue kitten heel sandals. Her soft curls were framing her pretty face and her make- up was simple and clean. She looked very nice.
(Author's Note: the way Hermione dresses is the way I dress so she may be boho, girly, preppy or a little funky.)
Hermione was getting ready to apparate, waiting to see the face of her one and only.
I know the chapter was kind of going away from the point (I tend to do that a lot, especially when I'm talking.) but I'll try not to in the other chapters. I really want to make her sing this beautiful song in the end but since songfics were banned so I can't.
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