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Hermione P.O.V.

I woke up once again, but this time after 4 hours. I checked the clock beside me and observed it was now 11:15 a.m.

I slightly got up and looked around to see I wasn't in my room. Realization hit me and I stifled a cry. How could he? Just how could he? After everything we went through?

I slowly got out of bed and carefully walked to the bathroom as a wave of nausea hit me. As soon as I could feel something up against my throat, I ran to the bathroom and emptied my stomach into the toilet. I felt someone hold my hair back and rub my back but before I could look I once again vomited.

I took deep breaths and flushed the toilet. I didn't even know why I vomited as to I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday at lunch.

"Hey, how do you feel?" Ginny asked softly as she led me to the bed.

I felt the tears well up in my eyes and she embraced me in a hug. "I'm sorry. I am so sorry. I wish I had done something." I instantly looked at her in outrage and she averted her eyes.

"Ginny," I croaked, "Did you know?" She looked everywhere but me. More tears arose and as she looked away so did I.

"Can I explain?" I nodded not knowing what else I could do. I was numb all over. The people, whom I thought I could trust, all lied to me. Well two of them did, and I truly hoped Harry wasn't hiding anything. But, of course my life was never easy, so I expected it to go worse from here.

"Mione, I am going to go check on James. Come downstairs, and I will make some tea." She sighed and walked out of the room leaving me to the silence of the room.

I grumpily pulled the covers over my head and groaned as I felt a head ache rise. Knowing best, I got up and went down stairs to which I could hear James watching TV.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I suddenly felt weight on my legs and looked down to see James squeezing my legs. "Aunt Mione, aunt Mione, will you watch TV with me?" He asked with those green emerald eyes that he got form his father. Knowing I could never say no to those pleading eyes, I nodded and picked him up.

He tried squirming, but I kept a firm grip on him, not letting him go until we reached the coach. Dropping him on the coach, he quickly moved out of the way as I sat next to him. He then snuggled quickly closer and continued watching what looked like Dora the Explorer, from when I was a kid.

Those were the good days. When you had nothing to worry about and all you did was watch TV all day or play in the park. Nothing more, nothing less. How I wish I could go back to that time. But what good would it do? I would still have to face the war and even if Ron were to break my heart, I would still befriend him because even though I knew he treated me wrong, I still want him back.

He was so nice, and stupid Malfoy and Zabini ruined it for me. It was never him. Ron was brainwashed. And to think I trusted the both of them. Sure, they apologized to me about everything and I forgave them, but they could have mentioned this if they were honest.

But they weren't. And apparently, neither was Ginny. I stirred out of my thoughts when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Looking up, Ginny nodded her head toward the table. I glanced at the table, and saw two mugs of tea with steam coming out in a circular motion.

"James, hun, I am going to go talk to your mum. Do you mind?" He sighed and reluctantly moved away. I kissed the top of his head and walked to the dining table. Sitting down, I noticed Ginny gazing into the distance with unshed tears.

We both sat, sipping our tea, without a word spoken. Not before long. Ginny started speaking. " Hermione, I am sorry. I knew I should have told you. But I didn't think it was true because, I mean, he treated you so nicely. I am so-"

I cut her off soon because I knew my patience was wearing thin. "Ginerva, what did you not tell me?" I snapped and I saw her first tear roll down her cheek.

She sniffed before she begun her explanation. "We were in third year. Remember that nasty blow Malfoy suffered from you? " I nodded and she continued.

"Well, I guess he wanted to get even with you, but I don't know for sure. Either way, this one day Ron was ranting to me about how much of-of a bookworm you were." More tears not only welled up in her eyes but also in mine. So it wasn't brainwashing. It was just his pathetic arse's doing.

" And so, I sat there and listened. Mione, I'm sorry but I didn't even know you that well at the time. So, I just sat there and listened. And well, I suppose neither of us saw Malfoy and Zabini listening into our conversation, but they were. Which I found out in about four days time, when they were talking to Ron about a bet." She paused to look at my face, which I decorated with a cold, plain, expressionless look.

"Anyways, they didn't realize I heard so they didn't do anything. I heard though Mione; I heard what they said and what the bet was about. I am so sorry. So Sorry. Forgive me please! I beg of you!" She cried and my once expressionless face filled with empathy and sadness. I looked away and blinked my tears but they poured.

Glimpsing in the state she was, I gave in. I got up from the seat and gave her a hug. We both cried and hugged for a good ten minutes. Apologizing to each other, forgiving, and hugging for each other we realized we weren't best friends but sisters. Sure we had called each other that multiple times, but right now I knew she was the one I could go to for anything and trust her with my life.

Suddenly, we both heard a crack and looked up. To my horror, Draco Malfoy stumbled for a second and then stood regaining his posture, followed by Harry.

Looking at Ginny, I shook my head as if saying 'I can't do this. I can't do this. Let me leave.'

Ginny understood immediately and put on an angry look and her brown eyes filling with fury. "What is he doing here?" She snapped and I saw Malfoy cringe from her sudden loud voice.

James came running in and glanced at the blonde looking very confused. "Gin, hold on. Let me take James to Molly, and then we will all talk. Including you Hermione." He added as he saw me facing away from them all. Tear welled up and I sniffed. I could feel his eyes boring into the back of my head and I ran a hand through my tangled hair. Harry left from the Floo with James and I felt a hand on my shoulder. I stiffened but soon realized it was Ginny.

"Come on. I'll take you upstairs and you freshen up, alright?" I nodded and tried composing myself, but failed to do so.

I turned around and my eyes met his. The gray in his eyes, showed his emotion of worry and concern. But I was stiff and couldn't be released.

Walking past him he grabbed my arm, but I yanked it away. Ginny immediately walked in between the two of us. "Leave her alone." She whispered harshly, warning him. "No, let me explain!" he demanded but Ginny wouldn't let him. She pushed me ahead and I quickly almost ran up the stairs. Falling on the last step, I burst into hysterics.

"Ginny, what am I going to do?" I asked hoping she would know exactly what would happen. "I don't know. But when Harry comes home, he'll know. Now go, get cleaned up." I nodded and swiftly walked into the guest bedroom. Sitting down on the bed, I cried some more until I was sure I wouldn't cry any more for the day. Feeling disgusted, I was about to walk into the bathroom when Ginny came in with some of her clothes.

"Thanks." I said as I greatly accepted them. "Mione, take a shower if you feel the need." I sighed and nodded, knowing I did indeed need a shower.

Closing the door behind me, I opened the shower and waited for the warm water to come whilst stripping my clothes off. Reaching my hand in, I touched the water and noticed it was warm enough. Heading in, I let the warm water soothe my aching muscles and the steam from the water releasing my congested sinus.

Allowing myself to practically fall asleep, I jerked awake and knew I needed to head downstairs. I washed up quickly and put on what Ginny had given me. It was a pair of purple sweats and a black V-neck shirt.

Reaching for the bottom cabinet, I came across my favorite Cinnamon with a hint of Vanilla perfume and lotion that I had stored once. It was from a very special night of mine, but now it was nothing to me. It was Ron and my first anniversary where I had come to Ginny for help to get dressed. It was a nice night, but nothing now. Tears welled up, but I shook my head, knowing if I cried once more, I would completely break.

Spraying some on and applying the lotion to my body, I then towel dried my hair. I gazed into the mirror for at least 5 minutes noticing my appearance. My hair was not completely dry but returning to it's tamed but still bushy hair. My body was looked normal but it was my face that threw me off.

My eyes were red and swelled, accompanied by dark sleep bags. My lips were red and swollen from all the biting I had done, stopping myself from crying. But what scared me the most, was the dead look in my eyes. I didn't even look alive, yet alone feel it. Shaking my head once more, I left to go downstairs and face what I knew would only break me more.

Quietly reaching the bottom, taking as long as I could, I walked to the coach and sat down observing the room, I had seen so many times before. In front of me was a flat screen TV glued in the middle of the wall. Directly underneath was a red brick fireplace. Both on the left and right sides of the fireplace was two tables with both muggle and magical pictures. My favorite out of all was the big frame with a portrait of Harry, Ginny, and little James. It was adorable, and something that I had always hoped of having in my home.

I was sitting in a white L-shaped sofa with a black and white striped rug on the bottom. There was a little square coffee table in the middle of the rug and a lamp as well, that when turned on, lit the room and made the night mysterious.

I then returned my gaze towards the fireplace and watched the flames burn the wood. The smell of burning wood winded up through my nose and I inhaled. Closing my eyes, I almost drifted into deep sleep until I heard footsteps. I heard someone sit but didn't open my eyes, sensing it wasn't Harry or Ginny.

I could smell his cologne, but shut my eyes tighter as the smell intoxicated me and practically pulled me in. If there was one thing that pulled me in to any man, was his cologne. I didn't know why but it was always that way. Victor Krum smelled of ash. Ronald smelt like mowed grass, a scent I used to be fond of. This man, whose eyes were boring into my face, smelt of something I had never smelt before. So intoxicating, taking my breath away. I inhaled and exhaled, as my chest heaved and heaved more.

I heard more footsteps and then it stopped. I felt someone sit beside me on the right and knew immediately it was Ginny and then came Harry who sat on my left. Reluctantly pulling my eyes open, I forced them to look into the man who sat in front of me.

I felt my anger heat up and my eyes tear up from all the unexpressed emotions. All the emotions would burst one time, and I knew damn well, if something were to occur, they would. I sighed and looked at Harry. He gave me an approving nod and I looked at Ginny who rubbed my hand soothingly.

"You want to explain?" I stated and hated how I heard my voice break. "I was hoping I could talk alone to you." He said as if asking Harry and Ginny to leave.

"No! If you want to talk to her, we will be here. And that's final!" Ginny interrupted him and stood, standing her ground. "Ginny, I want to hear what he wants to stay. And if he wants to talk to me alone, so be it." I said braver than I felt.

"But, but Mione!" She started but was soon interrupted by Harry. "Hermione, are you sure?" he asked in a brotherly tone.

"Yes, I want to know what happened. And if this is what it takes, then let it be." I finally looked up from the floor to see him nod and give me a strong hug. "We will be upstairs. Call us for anything." I nodded and watched him lead Ginny up the stairs, leaving known enemy and me alone.

I sniffed and looked at his face. "Thanks" he begun, " Look I just wanted to explain to you why and or actually, I just wanted to explain it all." He gulped nervously, and in honesty in scared me to know I made the Slytherin this scared.

"Tell me. Begin and end with nothing left. Don't hesitate." I spoke confidently but felt nothing like.

"Okay. We were young. In third year, if I remember correctly. The year you punched me." He chuckled slightly but I found nothing amusing. "Anyways, I heard Weasley talking to Ginny. He was ranting about you. You know he never liked you from the beginning?" Tears sprung p as he spoke the last sentence and I looked away blinking.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. " He stopped and looked at me like I was ready to forgive. To hell with forgiveness. I was done. I didn't want to live. All my life, I had been lied to. And now the people, whom I had been lied from, were asking for forgiveness.

I shook my head and crossed my arms, facing away from him. "Go on." I spoke barely audible.

"He was ranting. Ranting about how much of a bookworm you were. Ranting about the fact that you're a-a-muggleborn." He was about to continue, but I cut him off.

"Mudblood, yeah I know I am one. And I am damn proud of it. Being lied to is great isn't it? Just about every one in the world who you thought cared about you is just a fucking liar. To make matters better, your husband whom you thought loved you called you that foul word on your second anniversary. Confused by his sudden behavior, I asked what was wrong. Want to know what he told me?" I asked and continued without waiting for a reply, though he tried multiple times.

"He told me this was a stupid bet. Hell, it was worth it though for him. Why, I asked. And he responded by telling me you and Zabini betted the Malfoy enterprise if he, if he-" I stopped short and dropped to my knees, crying. I knew it. My emotions wouldn't be able to be kept held on for longer inside.

Feeling his presence nearer to mine, I stiffened. I felt him pick me up but I fought. I started swinging and punching him. And he stood there and let me. I let my frustration out, and pounded harder, knowing I was probably leaving bruises. Soon, though I became weak and plain out cried. Falling to my floor as he slipped down with me, I cried harder, not caring who I was crying on. But letting my emotions free, for the first time in which felt in years.

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