Beginning, Middle or End?

Beginning, Middle or End?

By x_Phoenix_Feather_x

Prologue

I stood trembling waiting for him to arrive. I didn't want to do this, but I had to...I had to. It was cold, and I shivered even more than I already was. Where was he? If he didn't arrive soon I'd have to leave. A rustling to my right caused me to whirl around, wand raised. He let out a sigh, not realising I'd been holding my breath. The familiar gangly form of Ron Weasley came striding into view. We were supposed to be on prefect duty...Supposed to be that is. He enveloped me in a hug and whispered words of love in my ear. I pulled back. I didn't need to hear them. I didn't want to hear them. He looked at me closely.

"What's wrong? You're shaking! Come here," Ron steps forward to pull me into another hug. I step back. It was now or never. "I...I don't know how to say this. I...I just; I can see this coming to an end. It's better if we...If we walk away now than hold onto what we've got. I'm sorry Ron, but it's over," I choke on my words, "I...I hope we can stay friends...I...I'm sorry!" With that I turn and flee, leaving an anguished Ron behind me. I made it all the way to the tower with out meeting anyone. Just as I was rubbing the tears angrily from my eyes, Harry topples out of the portrait hole and lands in a tangle of robes at my feet. " Hi Hermione," He says casually from the floor.

"This day gets better and better..." I mutter.

Chapter 1

The Voice of Draco Malfoy

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"Did you here me? I said, Ron's on a date - with Cho!" Harry repeats. Yes I heard you. I heard you perfectly clear.

"Hermione? Hermione, are you listening?" Harry's arms are waving in front of my face now. 'Yes I'm fucking well listening!' A voice remarkably like Malfoy's screams back in my head.

"Good for him," I managed to finally choke out. Why did I say that? What in God's name made me say that?

"...I'm happy for him, he hasn't had much luck since, you know...you split up with him..." Harry continues.

'You know Granger, for a pretty smart person, that was a particularly dumb thing to do,' mocks the irritating voice of Draco Malfoy.

"...I still don't know where you two went wrong, but anyway..." Harry ploughs on. I can feel my heart twisting painfully at Harry's words, tears pricking my eyes like needles.

"Hey, you remember the day Ron got you access to any book in the library? The look on your face!" My heart twists again. "Yes, I remember," I say faintly. How could I forget? I had burst into tears, and Ron, thinking he'd got it all wrong, nearly burst into tears himself. Of course, I was crying with happiness at such a lovely gesture. 'Are you sure your not blonde underneath?' The snide voice of Malfoy echoes.

I really have absolutely no idea why my conscience sounds like Draco Malfoy, nor do I know why I'm hurting at Harry's words. With so much going on in my mind, I haven't noticed I can't breathe and the world is spinning. I slide off my chair and land gracefully at Harry's feet.

"...And the time - Hermione? Oh!" That shut him up. Just as things faded into darkness, I whisper, "Things can't get any worse." I was wrong.

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