Title: What if Tomorrow Never Comes?

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                                    Chapter 1: Why Can't You Love Me?

            "Vhat are you thinking of, Herm-own-ninny?"

Hermione stood by their bedroom window, cascaded in darkness, the moonlight glittering her rubies and opals that glistened on her person. As much as she tried to be, how she wanted to be, she was unhappy, and it was starting to show. She had spent the early weeks of summer vacation with Viktor in Bulgaria, but her thoughts lingered back to Ron...

And Harry.

Hermione shook her head. She shouldn't think of them, of him, not now, not when Viktor was doing his best to make her feel at home. He bought her dresses, diamonds, anything he thought she'd love, but the one thing he couldn't buy was her love, and deep down, she knew he knew it. She didn't love Viktor Krum, not the way he wanted her too, and she didn't know why. She'd have everything she needed with Viktor, and yet… she shook her head again. "Nothing," she whispered, more to the moonlight than to him.

He walked to her and put his arms around her. Her first instinct was to shrug him off, but she reluctantly settled back against him. Was this as good as it got? Was this the only guy that would ever love her? Would she continue to live this lie, when her heart belonged to another? In actuality, Harry had never shown the slightest interest in her, which is part of the reason why she had agreed to Viktor's invitation. She wasn't sure if she wanted to make Harry jealous, or what it was, but she just needed to know he cared.

Viktor slowly kissed her neck, his hands sliding slowly over her body. She rolled her eyes, and pulled away from him. Being a young woman of seventeen, and about to enter into her final year of school, she did crave physical contact as any teenager would, but just not with Krum.

            "Vhat is it?" he asked.

            "I can't do this," she said, tears choking her voice.

She heard the frustration in his voice, hoping he'd have a girlfriend who'd just relax and… "Hermy-own-ninny…" he said. "I love you, I vant to be with you, but I get the veeling that you don't want to be vith me,"

So, he had said it. Every night she refused him, and every night she waited for the words, the words that confused her.

Did she love Viktor?

She shook her head, and walked to the door, her satin gown lightly brushing the floor with each step. "I need some time to think," and she left him standing there, in the moonlight, alone.