The sun rose and it hit Hermione’s face, sweetly waking her up. She opened her eyes, surprised that she would be woken up by the sun, since her dorm wasn’t in the tower anymore, but in the dungeons. Slowly, moving one body part at the time she got up smiling, welcoming the new day, September 2nd. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand. It read 7:05 AM.
Hermione opened the drawer that belonged to her, took out her towel, shampoo and bubble bath, her toothbrush, her toothpaste and her hairbrush and went towards the girls' bathroom. Just when the girl was entering the shower she heard Pansy’s alarm clock from the bed right next to hers. She was informed just the night before that Pansy was a heavy sleeper, unlike Hermione who was a morning person and a light sleeper. The bushy-haired girl smiled softly at the memory of the previous night.
“Hey, Hermione?” Draco had asked just before he left the girl’s dormitories, leaving Hermione alone, since the rest of their fellow Slytherins had already gone to bed, following Pansy and Blaise’s example.
“Yeah?” replied Hermione, turning her head to face the most handsome face she had ever seen.
“You look really cute in that shirt.” Commented Draco, looking at Hermione’s body, covered with only an over-sized T-shirt.
‘Then I guess I’m going to wear it more often!’ Hermione noted mentally while smiling sweetly as a ‘thank you’ response to Draco. This year, since she had actually finished with school, she would focus more on her social life. And in order to have a better social life she needed a boyfriend, and she had to look cute to get his attention, whoever that someone would be.
And with these thoughts Hermione lied on her bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Apart from that ‘incident’, Hermione had another reason to smile. She had a chance to start over again with people she could finally feel safe and wanted with. Unlike Beauxbuttons, Slytherins were not snobby or even arrogant… At least most of them!
But then, while in the shower it hit her: her best friends, who had stood beside her through everything, had now turned their back on her. She couldn’t believe it; it was beyond the craziest imagination. How could they be so shallow? Hermione thought she knew them better than anyone. Well, apparently and sadly she was wrong. The only two people in the world that she trusted with her life now rejected her because of her one choice to be different for once in her life. And she broke down, crying all the tears she had been holding back for the past twelve hours.
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“Hey, Hermione, what’s up?” asked a still tired Pansy who was waiting outside the bathroom. “Oh my Gosh, what happened?” she questioned looking at Hermione’s face that showed she had been crying.
“I… it’s nothing, really.” Replied Hermione in a shaky voice.
“No, it’s not nothing. Tell me who it is and I swear I’ll break his jaw!” said Pans angry and determined, embracing Hermione’s wet figure.
“It’s just Harry and Ron…” started the brown-haired girl.
“I knew it… those little-“
“Alright, stop!” exploded Hermione.
“OK, OK, sorry!” said Pansy clearly scared.
“It… It’s not your fault. I’m just so messed up these days that I don’t even know how to think anymore. Should I defend them, or just ignore them, just like they do to me? I really don’t know, and I’m really confused, and you’re getting bored by hearing me talk about the same things for as long as we’ve been friends. We are friends, right?” asked Hermione looking for reassurance, only to continue after a small nod of Pansy’s head and a friendly smile. “And I’m sorry! You really hadn’t had the chance to talk about yourself and if someone needs help here, it’s you! I mean, no offence, but six straight years a Slytherin?” she smiled.
“Ha-ha, yeah, I do have some stuff that I need to work out, but yours are way more important. I mean, your whole life is being played here, supposing your whole life is your friends of course.”
“Well… they kind of are… But I think that I do have time to sort things out properly. I’ll just quick fix it for now, and hear you, for a change!” stated Hermione, who was determined to ignore Harry and Ron until she had a clear mind.
“So… What do you want to know?” asked Pansy, leading Hermione back to the beds, sitting on hers.
“What’s up between you and Draco?” Hermione had already put her underwear on and was brushing her hair.
“Oh, that’s a big story!”
“Don’t worry! We’ve got time!” smiled the brown-haired girl as she glanced at the clock. “It’s only 7:30!”
“OK, so I’d better hurry! I’ll brush my teeth after I get dressed.” The raven-haired girl noted to herself and continued with the start of her story. “Draco and I used to like each other from day one until the Yule Ball. Then he just wasn’t that much into me anymore. But we had to pretend to be dating for our families, who wanted their children to be so madly in love, they would eventually get married. We still are great friends though… I mean, there are some things that you can’t change even after the end of a relationship, and one of them is telling each other everything. The other is finding each other hot… in our case at least!” Pansy winked at Hermione.
“Kind of gross, but please continue!”
“We got the chance to tell our families that we were no longer together only a little bit before 6th grade, when Voldemort assigned Draco his mission. We said that the pressure was already too much on him, and I didn’t do anything to help. On the contrary, I was the bad guy there, who wouldn’t understand the importance of his mission and just kept bugging him. But then, as soon as the war ended, my name came clear and we explained what had actually happened. But he still won’t tell me who he saw and ‘dumped’ me. I mean, who could be more beautiful or interesting than me?” completed Pansy while putting her cloak with the Slytherin emblem on.
“I most certainly have no idea my friend!” laughed Hermione. “Now let’s go brush our teeth.” And she grabbed Pansy by the hand.
“And what’s up with Daphne?” Hermione poked Pansy, ready to learn all the gossip in the Slytherin House after brushing their teeth of course.
“She’s all over Draco and Blaise at the same time!” Pansy stated the obvious. “If even one of them was actually interested seeing she was hitting on his best friend at the same time he would’ve gotten over it in no time! Anyway, she was the second choice of the Malfoy family and the first of the Zabini’s. But Draco had me, and Blaise can’t stand her, and his parents being either more open-mined or positive that he would find another pure-blood to continue the tradition let it pass by, ignoring Daphne.”
“Oh, so that’s why she’s always so snobby. She wants to believe she’s actually a first choice! Oh Merlin!” commented Hermione and let out a small laugh.
“Yeah, I think that that sounds more like her!” Pansy smiled.
“Oh, look at the time! We should really get going if we want to eat something before class!”
“Off we go!” laughed once again Pansy and running off the dungeons, towards the Great Hall, dragging Hermione with her.
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Breakfast was a total disaster. There was food flying over the tables from time to time, owls confusing the mail and last, but not least, students fighting. Everywhere!
“Okay, what in the name of Merlin is going on here?” asked Pansy clutching tightly to Hermione’s sleeve.
“I have no freaking idea. But this has to stop.” She said, closing her slightly opened mouth. “Alright, STOP!” shouted the girl and the room went silent. “What is going on here? What is this all about?” she added in a lower voice, but loud enough to be heard I the whole Hall.
No one replied, but then, after a few seconds that seemed like ages to everyone a third year raised its hand to speak.
“I… I think that it’s because it’s the first day of school and…”
“And you think that it gives you the excuse to make such a big deal out of it? I mean, I’ve had 7 first days of school so far, and none of them were accompanied with such… noise!”
“Well, you know what they say: there’s a first time for everything!” said a brave Hufflepuff, making Hermione think that the sorting hat could actually make mistakes.
“Generations change, Granger.” Hermione heard a familiar voice behind her.
“What do you want Weasley? And if you think that you can do my job better than me, then be my guest. But if you actually could, then you’d be wearing the badge, not me don’t you think?” replied the prefect, anger slowly making its presence noticeable in her voice.
“What I want is not to do your job. God knows why anyone would want to be a prefect! But what I want to do is make you understand that generations change.”
“You dare to say that someone doesn’t understand the changes in people? You, of all Hogwarts dare to say that I do not understand that people, let alone whole generations change? That’s plain hypocrisy Weasley!” Hermione spat the words.
“Maybe it is. I won’t deny it. But that’s what you see, because I know I’m not a hypocrite, and neither is Harry. What we did and the way we acted was because we both know that you didn’t change for any other reason than to prove something. You’re not the Hermione we all knew because you have something to prove.” He finally let it all out.
But now was Hermione’s turn to return fire.
“Maybe I do! Maybe I need to prove more to myself than anyone that I’m not the same girl anymore. That I’m not the idiot who laughed at all your jokes and followed you round like a groupie, only to return and see that YOU have turned your back on me, and you can’t give a chance to prove that I haven't changed. But you couldn’t, could you? What happened to your open mind, Ronald, huh? Did it fly out of the window? Or did it fell when you won your last quiddich game?”
“Maybe I liked this girl... you were innocent, sweet back then...” Ron lowered his voice.
“I was a FOOL for believing in you and me together. That’s what I was. And you were so full of yourself that you couldn’t see what you were doing to me. You were DESTROYING me Ron.... that's what you did....”and she started walking towards the exit, not wanting to eat anymore. But she stopped mid-way only to say a few more words to the one that had hurt her the most.
“You know, everybody in this whole school would give an arm to be with me. Not as a girlfriend, as a friend. Because I know that you'll never find someone like me. It may sound narcistic now, but some day you'll realize you made the biggest mistake of your life by letting me go.”
“I will never miss you Hermione. Not if you're like this.” Came Ron’s fast reply.
“I'm starting to doubt that my change was MY fault you know.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“That your behavior was a main factor to my change. If you hadn't been such a bastard all these years to me, I wouldn’t have left, thus I wouldn't have changed. But thank you Ron, you made me understand that you are a simple nothing, and now I know who the people that really matter in my life are.”
“So, Malfoy is more important than the years we spent together?”
“Yeah, since you threw them all away last night” and with slow and calm steps Hermione walked out of the room, her head high but with tears running down her face, but no sobs escaping her throat.
A/N: Thank you all guys for waiting, reading, reviewing and making my story one of your favorites! Hope you like chapter 3!!
P.S. I’m not so good with titles, please don’t judge harshly!
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