A/N: Ok, now the sword truly has dropped! (du du dun...). Thank you so much for the reviews! I truly had a reason to sing my little song and dance my little dance!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter – only the plot! Oh, that means I don't own RHPS either! (damn!)

Chapter Seven: Time Warp

Let me take you back to fourth year. Three years ago. Ah…where innocence ruled and sexual innuendo had no real meaning. It was in this year we had our first Yule Ball. I have to admit myself, I did look fucking fabulous. It was truly the first time I had pulled myself together. I walked down the stairs to the great hall with such a grace, holding myself up with my chin high in the air, feeling as if nothing could bring me down. Well, that's what I thought.

Of course, Ron being the selfish git that he is had to ruin my night. I was quite delighted with myself. My date was three years older then me, and most of the girls I knew had a picture of him posted up in their dorms. So, of course I had euphoria running through my veins. I remember dancing with Krum. True, he was a bumbling idiot, but he was sweet and he genuinely liked me. Ron, of course, had to go out of his way to make sure that I cried that night.

I remember Ron asking me to the dance; it was what I always wanted because I had quite the crush on him, although, he asked me as a last resort because no other girls wanted him. And that hurt me, it really did. Telling him that I already had a date gave my ego quite the trip, although, when he ruined my night, it brought all the defences I made for myself down.

He told me that he was using me and that he was too old for me. Of course, I was only 14 so I wasn't going to let Viktor do anything more then feel me up. As if I would? Remember, I am Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor know-it-all and prude. I may have not had the date that I truly wanted, but at least I still had my dignity.

The next year, I started to notice that Ron would look at me even more. And it was weird for me, even though he had broken my heart, I still wanted him. And that wasn't right, it wasn't logical. And knowing me, of course everything I did had to have had correct logic behind it. But the heart has absolutely no logic in it whatsoever.

Then, in sixth year, he started acting even worse. He went out with Lavender. All I ever would see is them snogging themselves senseless in the Gryffindor common room. This hurt me so much. He knew how I felt, and to make matters worse, I couldn't get rid of the feeling.

And now, now, he dresses up as a 'woman' and prances around in platform shoes fucking unsuspecting boys/girls senseless. So now, I know, not to lean over in dark corridors. And I refused to be next on his hit list. What was so alluring about him anyway? If you ask me, he is kind of repulsive – now that you think about it. Who like bright red hair anyway?

Well…me for one. O gods, this is what I get for being good. You know what; I am starting to agree with Murphy's law. When something bad can happen, it will.

This year, I have felt more alone then ever – although, my tonsils haven't. In the past month, I have snogged Ron, Draco and Harry and been felt up by two of them. Well, this may have been most Hogwarts girl's dream, although, as a reality it is more like a nightmare.

Time, is a pretty warped thing. If you ever retrace the memories you have, you will find them half forgotten for, time takes it away from you. Isn't if funny how you can never seem to remember the good things, although, in clear details, you can always remember the bad?

Each day you are shorter of breath, and then, closer to death. So, when the time is warped and the sun has finally set, who will I be with and how will it all end?