𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 // 𝔥. 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯

V. 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻

Today is the day I have been dreading but also excited for.

Another thing that is bittersweet.

The day before Christmas Holiday, more importantly the Slugclub holiday party. The reason it's bittersweet is because I am going with the most beautiful girl in the world. However, we are only friends.

Friends. 

I pull on my simple black dress. It is short, with a v neck. The bottom flairs out a bit. It's simple, I like simple. My life is anything but simple. I keep my makeup simple, black eyeliner only. 

Waiting for Hermione on my bed is the most boring thing ever. She is still in the bathroom and I finished getting ready ages ago it seems. She honestly doesn't even need makeup or a dress. She could go with sweats on and still be the most stunning person at the party. 

The moment she steps out of the bathroom I can fill my breath escape my lungs. I think if I were standing up I would have literally melted. Just collapsed. 

"Do I look bad?"

"No- no Mione you could never look bad. You look amazing." She blushes at that. Causing me to blush at the sight of her smile. "Not to bad yourself." She replies, linking her arm with mine as we head to the party. 

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Harry is already here, he brought Luna Lovegood, an extremely kind and caring girl. Harry deserves someone like her. I don't think he could ever like someone besides Ginny though. 

"Fancy seeing you here Potter." I smirk as he strolls over to me. I've never met his father, but by the way my dad describes him I know James would probably walk just like him. "Why hello there Lupin." He replies, handing me a full glass of butter beer. "So where's your date?"

"D-date?" Does he know? 

"Hermione? Didn't she bring you here? Or did you sneak in?" He snickers. Relief washes over me, he doesn't know. "Oh I think she's hiding from that quidditch bloke. Says he won't leave her be." I take a long sip of the warm butter beer. 

The party drags on, Hermione is still not in sight. Leaving me to wonder where she could have ran off to. Harry hasn't a clue either. Neither does Ginny, Luna, Dean, or even Professor Slughorn. Strange.

Thirty more minutes pass and the brown haired witch is still out of sight. Did she catch me staring at her? Does she know I like her? Shit. I probably scared her off. 

The map! Harry still has that bloody map that my dad and Sirius and his dad made. I slip out of the party and quickly make my way up to the gryffindor dorms. The boys one is messy and gross. 

Neville Longbottom sits on top of his four poster bed. His head lifts up at the sound of my footsteps, a confused look plastered across his face. "Hey Neville, Harry asked me to grab him something no worries." Neville just nods and goes back to whatever he was thinking about. Probably plants, or Luna, or both. 

Harry is not the cleanest person. It takes quite some searching to finally find the piece of old parchment poking out of his unorganized trunk. I exit the boys dorm and step into the common room. 

'I solemnly swear I am up to no good.' I mutter, my wand pointed above it. The map opens to reveal all the names in the school. I scan and scan it until I see three names. Hermione sitting inside the astronomy tower, Ron and Lavender exiting the astronomy tower and coming towards the gryffindor tower. 

Shit.

She probably walked in on them or something. 

After changing out of my heels and into my usual boots I begin to run towards the astronomy tower. 

By the time I reach it I am very out of breath. I really need to exercise more. The trip up the stairs was much longer than the actual run here. As I trudge up the steps I think of what I am going to walk in on. Most likely a heartbroken Hermione Granger. 

The astronomy tower is a place me and Hermione always went to together in third year. She was finally easing up and I convinced her to sneak off here with me. Some of our best memories are held in this place. 

As I push open the wooden door all I can hear are muffled sobs and sniffles. She didn't hear me enter but when my eyes land on her all I can feel is sadness. Almost like it's a gut instinct I run to sit next to her. She looks up at me when she senses my presence. Mascara tears running down her face, lipstick smudged from rubbing her face. 

"Mione what happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it Pandora. Not with you." 

That hurt. Not with me? Why not me? I thought we were best friends. 

"Hermione, if this is about Ron and Lavender, don't waste your tears on them." I softly whisper as I bring my hand up to wipe away her tears. 

"It's not about them Pandora. I don't give a damn about Ron and who he dates anymore." She whispers, the quietest whisper I have ever heard. And as she looks up at me with those beautiful brown eyes I just can't help my self. 

I cup her cheek and kiss her. 

She doesn't kiss back.