Run Away, Far Away (A Dramione Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3: The Last Meeting

Author's Note: Hello, everyone. Before we proceed to the chapter, have you seen the new trailer for Fantastic Beasts, yet?!?! I am so hyped! I really think it's going to be a great prequel and I am so excited for the premiere. Ughhh. Sadly, it won't be released until November 2016. Bummer. Anyway, here is the third chapter! Enjoy. (I do NOT own anything Harry Potter-related. All rights belong to the lovely Ms. J. K. Rowling.)

Run Away, Far Away

Chapter 3: The Last Meeting

Distances between second after second have been nonexistent in my knowledge up until now. No one told me how lethargic it would be to move on. Then again, no one have foreseen that I had to. One month, one week, two days, and 23 hours. I can't fathom how I ever survived. Never in my life have I ever been humiliated like that. But the embarrassment wasn't the worst or the most painful. What kept me up for days was the sight of his rejection. My heart still aches at that split second memory of his betraying gaze trapped by his blue orbs.

I brushed my hair for what seemed like the hundredth time and stared at my own sullen and broken reflection. I promised to keep my eyes open because when I close them, all I could see is his face. His flaming red hair burned its color at my irises. The colonies of freckles splattered around his face still reminded me of tan stars. And his ever so sweet lips that spoke nothing to me but affection and riddles still ghosted over mine.

My eyes caught a flash of red on my clock. The numbers changed to 8:00 am. "24 hours," I whispered to myself.

Resuming my repetitive brushing seemed too ridiculous at this moment. There is no way I could tame my mane as long as I lived. Though my hair cooperates from time to time and the bush I have been sporting for years has now shrunk down to tousled curls, it still takes too much of my time and effort to keep it at bay. I can never be too sure. The temporary solution I thought of was to cut it short, letting it sit on my shoulders like on my sixth year. Somehow, I felt lighter that way.

Ever since my miserable almost-wedding, the weight on my shoulders seemed to double and my heart and brain aren't doing much good, as well. I couldn't face my friends after the incident. Whenever I meet their gaze, I only feel more and more humiliated and ashamed of how reckless I am with my decisions. Marrying at twenty-two didn't sound like what Hermione Jean Granger would do. The path I was taking steered more to career-related endeavors ever since I could remember. All I did was study and study and study. But I guess not all my plans are made to be achieved. I wore my heart on my sleeves and gave in to my girlish desires of being with someone for the rest of my life. I still want that to happen. Growing up insecure about almost everything made me search for a sense of security and assurance that even though I practically bury my nose on books, at least someone could see through the hard bound covers and accept me as a person. For some reason, that feeling manifested when I met Ron. I was so sure that he was the one for me, I really was. Who could blame me, though? He was always by my side once we got past the teasing in first year. Yes, he wasn't as smart as I wanted him to be nor was he the most romantic but he was brave and chivalrous. He did deserve to be in Gryffindor for those traits that I do love so much. We had that spark, that connection that even Harry noticed. I knew most of our friends tried to brush it off and tried to convince themselves that bookworm Granger would never fall for the childish Weasley. But love moves in mysterious ways, or so I thought.

"Darling! Come downstairs for breakfast!" I froze at the sound of my mother's voice. Besides me, my parents were also heartbroken when Ron played the runaway groom. Dad was fuming with anger while he chased after Ron. Mum cried for hours when she saw the state of shock I was in. Ginny kept apologizing to me and my parents for what her brother did. Harry did the same. But I have to admit, it did nothing to comfort me. All it did was prove to me how wrong I was about Ron, how stupid my decisions were.