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Bad liar [ENG]

Hermione lightly lifted her thick eyelieds. She didn't remember anything from the previous night. Only blurred images.
Party. Lights. Alkochol. Him.
The first thing she saw was a gray blue eyes staring right into her brown ones.
'Hermione,'he said, smiling
'Draco,' she said, than jumped out of bed as if something was burning
'What am I doing here?' She asked herself and when she realised that she is in her underwear quickly dressed in yesterday's suit. And she just ran out of his house...
What have I done? What will I tell Ginny, who is wating for me at the Norfolk? Merlin, and Ron?
In her mind she was almost screaming at herself. In safe place she teleported to a parent's house, which Ron helped her find.  No, Ron loves me! I couldn't do this to him!
She knocked on the door then their opened and her mother invited her inside.  Girl went upstairs to her former room. For months she has coming out with telling her parents the truth about her profession. Grangers were convinced that their only daughter was working in this Ministry of magic in a very good position. But they were wrong really wrong. Hermione was passionate about books that much, so she begin to write her own. Once a time, the Wesleys had told her that an "it's really interesting proffesion but the magic ones are hundred times better in 'money stuff'".
They made friends with Alan and Jean, so they also quickly recived this opinion.
Hermione loved it so much she just abandoned the idea of writing books. Not all publishers wanted it right away, but it finally did. Hermione Granger became famous writer Rose Holland. Only Harry, Ginny and Ron knew the truth in this topic.
Mione haven't lied to them, till today's day.
She sat there and stared at the empty white wall. Soon this house will belong to another happy family...
She has been living in Norfleck for a while, preferring to stay close to her friends and boyfriend after the war.
When her mother called her to dinner she immediately went down and she and her parents started eating.
She packed everything she had there and it was relegated to the Weasley family home.
She took a deep breath and knocked.
'Hermione,' he said firmly
'Ron,' her voice filled with fear 'Hi,'
'Come in,' he let her in 'Where were you? We were worried'
'I stayed up for the last night in my parents house, It was closer,' she lied without looking at his deep blue eyes. 'I'm sorry, babe.' she kissed his cheek and hugged him. The boy immediately returned a hug. Then she took a shower and went to change into some fresh clothes.
She put on a creamy summer dress and ballerinas of the same colour. Her curly hair was in a high ponytail.
In the evening after leaving the house of Zabini, where she was visiting Ginny there was waiting for her awesome surprise.
Ronald handed her flowers and grabbed her hand. They teleported themselves under the elegant restaurant with  the French food. Hermione sincerely hated this type of food but not wanting to hurt a guy she politely ordered a meal.
'Hermionny,'Merlin's beard like she's going to lose that diminutive! 'I know it may be too early...' He took a sip of champange 'I love you and I'm telling you to live togheter' he grabbed her hand on the table
'Then we will not have to listen to my father's complaints about "how stupid you have to be to release him" We will have more time for ourselves. Without Harry, without George and Bill with his children from time to time. Hmm?'
'Sure, yes yes I think it's time,' she said, in fact not wanting that.
She wanted to be with Draco, who knew what she liked to eat, who would understand that she want to be a writer. He always understood her. He loved her, and she loved him. So why they're not together? There were many reasons. Too much to say no.

Few weeks later Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley settled in one of the London apartaments. They lived well without unnecessary problems. Well except that Hermy was on her confidence all the time. One evening HE was the one who prepared the dinner. He bought her flowers, put on a perfect suit. Together they sat down at the table. But after a moment, the redhead came down from his chair and kneeled awkwardly, took a small red box from his pocket, opened it, and proudly said,
'Hermione Jean Granger I Ron Billius Weasley want to spend the rest of my life with you, so I am asking you, will you marry me?' Tears began to appear in the corners of her eyes. She loved him.... as a friend. After he had betrayed her with Lavender Brown for Hogwarts years, she couldn't trust him again. She also cried because she was afraid of his reaction, she didn't want to hurt him. She would have to explain...
'Ron, I'm not ready... I guess,' she said
'Well we can wait,' he grinned and slowly rose.
'That's not the point. Reather I will never be ready for marriage WITH YOU!' the last two words hurted him the most. He felt humiliated, sad and angry. He wanted to punch her. Yas, he wanted to punch the girl. And he did it. He hit her in the face and pushed back.
'Bitch!' he screamed
Anger won over him.
'First you want to marry me then they hit me in the face, psycho!' - she thought and gave him worse than to Malfoy on the third year.
She stepped out and ran. Running without destination. She had enough life, enough people, enough to lie.