What I've become

Chapter four

Back at the burrow it was well passed nine at night and the coffee had changed to firewiskey and talks of passed times at Hogwarts and people they hadn’t seen since leaving.
“I still can’t believe how jealous I got when you went out with lavender brown” said Hermione giggling as she downed the last of her firewiskey.
“I remember that too…of course the birds pecking the hell out of my head is hard to forget” replied Ron rubbing his head were the birds had attacked him.
“Did you ever apologize for that Hermione?” asked Harry while he poured Hermione a fresh glass.
“No and I never intend to” Hermione said, Ron stared at her with disbelief.
“And why not…them birds really hurt you know” cried Ron glaring at Hermione.
“I’m not saying sorry because I meant it at the time” replied Hermione laughing at the bewildered look on Ron’s face.
“Ok Hermione I think you have had too much to drink” Said Harry removing her already empty glass of firewiskey and putting it in the sink.
“So how’s your wedding nerves?” asked Hermione and was pleased to have the affect she had wanted, Harry’s back had gone tense.
“Its going fine…Ginny is taking care of everything; my job is to not get in her and Mrs. Weasley’s way” Harry answered with a half-hearted laugh.
“And what about you Ron how are your wedding plans going?” asked Hermione and to her dismay she heard a hint of jealousy in her voice, hoping no one but her noticed this she smiled at Ron.
“There…going fine, were not planning on getting married until next year…so there’s not much planning actually going on right now” replied Ron.
Hermione just smiled back in reply, still hoping her resentment was not shown to the pair.

Hermione stumbled into her apartment at about eleven at night, hiccupping she shut the door and locked it tight.
Falling onto the sofa she pressed her face into the pillow and took a deep breath and let out a sob.
“Get a grip granger” she scolded herself as she sat up on the sofa wiping her face clean of tears.
Getting up she poured herself a glass of water then Made her way to the bedroom.
After getting undressed Hermione Climbed into bed her mind wondered to the future, she could see herself alone and watching all of her friends happily married, great family and great jobs while she was still stuck in her dead end job…fading away.
To Hermione’s dismay she found she was crying again but harder this time, her breath came in ragged gasps as she sobbed uncontrollably into her pillow.
Her pain felt deep and she was not all entirely sure why she was breaking down at all but all she knew was she couldn’t stop and the pain just got worse and worse until it melded into rage and she screamed long and deep into her pillow, she screamed until her throat grew sore and her face turned red, she only stopped when her glass of water exploded on the nightstand.
The glass flew in all directions and its contents sprayed Hermione’s bed.
Sniffing deeply Hermione got out of bed (At the opposite side of the broken glass) and cleaned up the glass all the while scolded her self mentally to control her temper.
Once she had cleaned up all the glass and changed her bed sheets Hermione felt exhausted and when she laid down in the clean sheets she drifted of into an easy sleep, her dreams were plagued by her fear of being left behind and fading away into darkness.

At the other side of Hermione’s apartment Lucius Malfoy lay in wait once again.
He had witnessed Hermione’s outburst and the exploding glass and now he was just in shock, He assumed by the way Hermione reacted that she did not see how much power it would take to pull that off.
“How can a mudblood have so much power?” He pondered as he watched her sleep.