Author Note: I don't know Harry potter. This is just the prologue. I'm trying a new style of writing with two other authors, TanteCarla and EverTheDreamer. Each one of us will be writing in a different pov.
Hermione sat in the back of the library, closest to the windows outside, reading a book that she had already read five times before.
But her mind wasn't on the book.
'What do you do when you are in love with two people at once?' she asked herself yet again as she absently turned the page.
They were like night and day. There was no choosing between them.
Ginny Weasley, who was a red-haired tomboy though and though, absolutely living for Quidditich. If the sun was out, there was absolutely no use trying to keep her inside. She was always trying to get Hermione to come outside to fly on brooms with her.
Then there was Fleur. Fleur Delacour, a Veela who was as intelligent as she was feminine perfection personified. They enjoyed talking about academics and foreign languages. She was always trying to bring out Hermione's inner beauty and making sure that Hermione learned to take time to pamper herself.
Both of them held her heart, both of them had things she needed in her life.
How could she choose between them? This wasn't fair! It wasn't right!
Why couldn't just have them both!
For hours she sat there appearing to do homework until Ron and Harry all but forced her outside.
The sun shone brightly and the day was warm. This was no time for melancholy. Retreating deep within herself, she felt the mask she had built fall into place. It smiled, talked, laughed, and gave absolutely nothing away.
'Look at me, how pitiful is this? Still, I can't risk telling Harry and Ron. Ginny might be out, but she's family. Plus, I know that Ron's still got that crush on me. Not sure about Harry though…' She thought to herself as the walked in between the boys.
She hated the mask, but it was all she had.
Her heart was torn.
Torn between two loves, both forbidden to her.