I always swore to myself I wouldn't tell anyone this story…ever.  Since I am graduating tomorrow, I don't see why it matters anymore.  After I leave this school, things can start to be what they were always meant to be.

I really, in a million years, never saw this one coming.  Me and Hermione…we were great friends.  That's the way it was supposed to be.  I had never even looked at another girl like that.  To be honest, she had never felt that way either.  It surprised both of us.  Who knew that a few conversations in bed and some random hand massages could cause so much?  I still remember the way I was trembling before we even kissed.  Just the anticipation of that first kiss was enough to make me feel like my insides had turned to mush.

She was more gentle with me than anyone I had known before her; physically, but also emotionally.  She never pushed me to do anything, and I never felt like she was older than me.  We were always equals.  Now that she has been out of school for a year, I have missed her terribly, but it has been easier for me to keep it a secret.  Ok, that's not quite true.  People notice that I am not my usual cheerful self, they just aren't clever enough to realize why.  My excuse was always that I was stressed out about the N.E.W.T.S., and most people bought it.

I really don't like keeping secrets.  In fact, I positively suck at it.  I am always the person who needs to share her feelings with someone.  Nothing ever seems completely real unless I can talk about it forever with someone who is willing to listen.  When the only person I can talk to is the person causing those feelings, well…it's great sure, just not the same.  So imagine my surprise when I was able to keep this a secret from everyone, for so long.  I mean everyone:  my parents, brothers (except Ron), all the other students and teachers…. 

Why did we keep it a secret?  I suppose it was because I was ashamed.  And so scared.  I wanted more than anything to be able to cuddle up to Hermione on the couch in front of the fire in the common room.   I wanted her to be able to escort me to dances, instead of having to find a guy that would take me.  Of course then I would have to find excuses not to kiss him or go out with him again.  (Harry was the only boy I could ever count on for this.  He understood.  I'll get to him later.)  I wanted to be able to kiss away her tears no matter where we were and no matter who was around.  It just couldn't be that way.

I feel bad saying that I was ashamed.  But, it was all so new.  I knew what people generally thought of girls like me and Hermione, because I used to think that way as well.  It had always disgusted me.  Now I know that if you find your soul mate, then it doesn't matter if they are male or female, as long as they're the right person for you.  And there is no one more perfect for me than my Mione.  

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I know this was super short and not very interesting, but it is only the Prologue.  Next chapter, the story begins, and then it will get good.  I will be posting that tomorrow probably.  Maybe even tonight, if the words can come through my tired mind.  If you guys have any ideas for the storyline let me know.  I have my main plot, but if you think of any side plots, I would be happy to try and include them.  =)  Also if anyone is looking for a beta, let me know, I would be happy to do it!!  Too much free time, you know.