Cupid's Mistake
"When friendship once is rooted fast, it is a plant no storm can blast." – From a 19th century calling card.
A/N: I've just written this fic, so I'm a bit nervous on how it's going to turn out. This chapter is very short and slow, but please wait people, it's just the Introduction. The next chapter will be longer, promise. And people who are also reading Married To a Malfoy, I'm not abandoning that one!
Hermione Granger dropped the letter she was sending to her aunt in the post bin, and took the chance to look at her surroundings.
It was early on a winter's day, and everything seemed smothered in a blanket of gray. Traces of snow still littered the ground, and the few people that were walking by were all wearing thick, winter coats, scarves and mittens.
Hermione took a deep breath, feeling strangely calm. Her breath came out as mist, and she happily watched it fade away.
It was a year since she graduated Hogwarts. She was now a very successful eighteen – going on nineteen – year old. So successful, in fact, that she had a leading job at the Ministry as an MoMS, which was the Muggle equivalent of a scientist. It was her holidays now though, and she was free of things hanging heavily on her mind, which to her, was a rare thing. Her job was very demanding, as she was one of the best MoMS's they had.
So, overall, she was a very happy young lady. There was just one flaw in her 'perfect' life – the fact that she did not have any boyfriend of a sort to love. She supposed it was the best thing after all – she could focus on her job – but she missed going to dinner on Friday nights, and such things.
It's your own fault, you realize.
The words of her best girlfriend, Ginny, haunted in her mind. But it was easy for Ginny to say – she was happily married to Hermione's other best friend, Harry Potter, and she was the sort of crazy, wild person who looked at all things optimistically. Hermione was quite the opposite – a pessimist.
But she'd been thinking on her friend's words for quite some time now, and she supposed that she was right. Hermione did have a boyfriend once. During the middle of her seventh and final year at Hogwarts she had met him, and soon afterwards, they'd started dating. Her friends had all been shocked – but quickly had gotten over it.
She had loved him so much. She now regretted her decision bitterly.
His name was Draco Malfoy.
She broke it off with him, even though she was sure that what she had felt was love. She had broken it off for a number of reasons. Because his Slytherin nature did show through, and she couldn't let Harry or Ron get within ten feet of him. She tried, and it ended up with Ron in hospital, and Draco and Harry each with a broken nose.
That reason alone would have been enough for her to break it off with him but deep down in her heart she felt it wouldn't work.
She regretted that now. Since then, she had not felt the same feeling for anyone as she'd felt for him. Every man she'd met since him never measured up – because she was subconsciously comparing them to Draco, and know one could measure up to Draco.
She'd broken it off with him at the end of her final year at Hogwarts. A year had passed, and she had not seen him since. She was reluctant to admit this, but she missed him. She knew now she'd met true love – and thrown it away.
Feeling the tears prick at the corner of her eyes, Hermione hastily wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck, as snow was starting to fall again. She felt cross – seconds ago, there was not a breath of wind and everything was still and quiet. She bravely started to walk against the way the snow was falling, wincing as snow fell into her eyes at random and the cold wind whipped across her face.