To Save a Life

AN: Hello everyone … I’m back! Okay just to begin with I don’t know how far I’m going to take this story and any input you have for me is extremely helpful. This story will be finished, but I would appreciate it if you would be patient with me, I don’t often have access to a computer, but I’m still going to promise one chapter a week.

Also note it doesn\'t get to the \'good stuff\' for a while.

The reason I don’t have access to a computer regularly is because I’m in a program called Katimavik. It’s a Canadian youth volunteer program that selects people from all around Canada and places them in three different communities around Canada to do volunteer work. I love the program but when you’re living with 11 other people it’s hard to secure some time to use the internet. If you’re interested please check out the website sorry about that, I just wanted to explain myself. I hope I don’t get in trouble, ahhh!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anybody else from the potter universe; I merely twisted them to fit my evil schemes. Harry Potter belongs the amazing J.K. Rowling.

Now to the story…

To Save a Life

Hermione Granger was angry, very angry. And extremely hurt.

Off all of the ill-mannered things to do to her, he just had to pick the one thing she could never forgive him for doing.

Ron Weasley had cheated on her.

And withLavendar Brownof all people! Her room mate! Granted they didn\'t always see eye to eye ... well actually they never saw eye to eye. It\'s not that they were hostile to each other, it\'s just that they didn\'t have the same interests. Never would Hermione have suspected that Lavendar would sink so low as to steal her boy friend.

And he wasn’t even discreet about it; anybody could have walked in on them. Leaning against the qudditch change rooms in a passionate embrace! She must have made a sound when she saw them because the next thing she knew they jumped apart with guilty looks in their eyes, Hermione didn’t want to process the fact that instead of looking victoriousLavendar\'s looked guilty.

She ran from the scene as fast as her teenage legs could carry her, not noticing where she was going. Somehow her feet had taken her to the lake; she congratulated her brain for making a good decision. All the students would be in the library these days getting ready for Newt’s or Owl’s or regular and of year exams. Of course herinner teahervoice called out that if they had decided to pick up a book before the day before the exam they wouldn\'t be as stressed.

Sinking to her knees Hermione tried to ignore the questions that were running through her mind. All she wanted to do was focus on the sting of betrayal left on her heart.

He knew she was coming to meet him after practice. How could he do such a monstrous thing like that to her, Hermione thought he loved her. Did he do it on purpose? Had this been going on for long? Was she just the butt of their cruel joke? Why?

They had been going out for a little over a year now, their anniversary had been last Wednesday, he had even mentioned getting married after graduation. He was going to become an aroura and she was going to apprentice with one of the teachers from Hogwarts and then eventually become a teacher herself. They had most of it all planned … or at least she thought they had. True they had been only going out for a year and maybe they were rushing it a little but they figured that because they had been friends for so long it wouldn’t matter. Sure they got into fights once in a while, but all couples did. But today when she had seen him kissing another girl all their plans had flown out the window. How was she supposed to trust him? He professed his love for her, but then he turns around and kisses another girl.

Looking at her reflection in the water, Hermione wonders if perhaps she had left him wanting. Sure she was not the most beautiful girl in their year, but nobody would call her ugly. Her hair had long since lost it’s wild fuzziness more calm then before. She hadn’t had a problem with her teeth since the incident in the dungeons with Malfoy. Her eyes were a nice chocolate brown. She was just above average height, slim although she did tend to hide her curves under her school uniform, she just wasn’t one of those girls who rolled her skirt up to attract boys or wears smaller shirt to enhance her chest. Even more important then her looks Hermione was intelligent, first in her class.

Maybe that was it maybe Ron had felt intimidated by her intelligence, sure in her earlier years at Hogwarts she had been a terrible know it all, but she had changed, as all children do when growing up. She didn’t raise her hand as often, she only helped Neville after class, no longer whispering instruction in his ear. She did how ever off tutoring lessons to anybody willing to work hard; maybe that was it; her time was always limited with him. But at the same time she usually planned her tutoring during his quditch practice, she will admit however some times her sessions did run a little long.

But still maybe it was her fault …

Trying to shake these feeling from her mind she decides to find Harry maybe he’d comfort her … but then what if he had known? What if they had all known?

Deciding that thinking just wasn’t helping at her current state of mind Hermione resigned herself to a nice long cry by the lake.

Little did she know that she was being watched …

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I know it’s a very short chapter, but I promise the length will increase, the second chapter is on it’s way. Please REVIEW!