A/N: I need to ask you guys a serious question! Do I use too many commas? My dad commented on it when I showed him a draft piece of work for my history homework, and I wanted to know that. If so, I can make my work better written.
Im sorry I haven't posted lately, and I'm sorry this was short. I'm having really bad trouble breathing, and depression. It's like I can't get enough air in my lungs.
Anyhow, my fellow readers, WALAH! (is that how you spell it?)
Hermione POV
I was sitting on the sofa with a mug of tea while the radio played a piano cover of a song that I faintly recognized from many years back, sipping occasionally as I stared out of the rain covered window. I had gotten an owl from Malfoy, informing me that the ministry had mailed him, and had told him that the wedding was to take place in two weeks, and he had quickly forwarded that to me. It was hard to imagine that my life would go this way. That I would never find true love.
I didn't feel sad, like I thought I would. I just felt numb. The only chance I had was with Malfoy, but I could assure you that that was something that would never happen. So I guess I would live alone for the rest of my life. I thought I could have found a true love after the marriage with Malfoy, but I was faced with a reality check, that nobody wanted a middle aged woman with a child.
Sometimes I felt life was too cruel. Sometimes I wish I could escape to the muggle world. I had retrieved my parent's memory, and they recognized me, so there was always that. But I could never forget the Wizarding World, and my friends. Hell, I would definetely stay here, even if I had to get married to Draco Malfoy. My magic was... well, it was me. It was everything.
Suddenly I heard a hurried knock, and a voice frantically called out,
"Hermione! It's an emergency!"
I put the cup down and ran to the door, to see a soaking Ron,
"It's Ginny! She's gone into labour!"