Hello, world!

This is my first fanfic. I don't really care about flames. Flame all you want! Free speech, ho ho! But I probably won't pay attention to them, so just keep that in mind when you flame. I 3 constructive criticism though, so that's totally fine. PLEASE RATE AND REVIEW PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE

~justaclassicgirl

"Go ahead. Go."

Hermione Granger sighed a deep sigh as she gazed out of the window, a finger twirling her hair, another arm folded over her body. Snowflakes drifted lazily to the ground, in no hurry to fall.

The small house in Godric's Hollow was a perfect fit for the two of them. She didn't think she would regret her decision, but still, the choice she had made was unbelievable. Who'd have known that she would leave Ron, perfect, perfect, Ron, for Harry?

It was unthinkable.

But she truly did love him. The reason she'd left Ron for Harry was not, as most people (thanks to the tabloids) thought, for money or fame. Why, she was extremely famous by herself! And she was nowhere near a gold digger. Why couldn't anyone see that?

Why couldn't Ron see that?

"Wait, where do you think you CAN go? You really think HE'LL take you in?"

Oh no. They were back.

His arm was around her shoulder. He was making it clear that he wanted to snuggle, but little did he know that she was not in a snuggling mood.

"You're worthless."

"Harry?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Yes, love?"

"You love me, don't you?"

"Of course, Hermione. Why would you ask that?"

"I just…"

She turned away from him, unable to put words to her thoughts.

"You know I love you, Hermione. What is this all about?"

"Do you think I love you?" she asked. There was a hint of tears in her voice.

He seemed very taken aback by the question.

"Come on, let's sit," he said, gesturing to the couch.

"You are a selfish monster."

They sat on the dark green couch in front of the warm, blazing fireplace. Despite that this part of the house was warm, she shivered. Harry brought her closer and held her in his arms. He felt her body shake as she started to cry.

"Mione, what is it? What's wrong? Why would you ask me something like that?"

She stood up abruptly, pushing him away from her, and stalked a few feet off, where she brushed angrily at the tears that refused to stop.

"You're nowhere near good enough for him. Hell, you're surely not good enough for me!"

He was behind her again, a hand placed gently on her shoulder.

"Leave me alone," she whispered.

"No. Hermione, you know very well you can tell me anything. Now come back and sit down, and let's at least discuss it."

"There's nothing to discuss!" she screamed, whipping around to face him. Tears streamed down her bright red face.

"He will never love you as much as I did. I can't believe how much love I wasted on you."

"I'm not good enough for you. No one thinks I truly love you, not for the right reasons!"

Her voice cracked on the word "love."

And with that, she promptly stormed out. He heard the front door slam behind her. Harry ran to the front door to see that she'd forgotten her shoes and coat. She was out there wearing only her slippers, sweatpants, and thin long-sleeve. He sighed, put his own coat and shoes on, and grabbed Hermione's coat from the coat-hanger.

"You are a lost cause for love."

Hermione ran blindly. The voices filled her head, reaching every corner of her poor abused brain.

Those voices.

Those memories.

Those things he said to her.

"Get out."

She tore down the little streets, twisting and turning through shortcuts and alleyways, brushing at the tears that were freezing on her face and wiping away the snowflakes.

"Get out NOW."

She wasn't sure where she was going until she stopped suddenly and looked up.

GODRIC'S HOLLOW CEMETERY

This was where Lily and James, Harry's parents, were buried. She unlocked the gate with a simple spell and rushed inside.

"I said fucking get out! What the hell are you standing there for?!"

Hermione weaved between the rows of gravestones until she came to the one she was looking for and collapsed on the ground in front of it.

"Get out of my house, you pathetic mudblood. I never want to see you again. I hope that you will never find love or happiness ever again, because YOU DON'T DESERVE IT!"

"Oh, Lily, I'm so sorry! I tried my best to be good to him, I truly did! But I'll never be good enough. I don't deserve someone as good as him!"

Hermione curled up into a shivering heap in front of the gravestone as the voices and the playback of the horrible conversation ended.

That was where he found her.

He'd heard everything.

"Oh, Hermione…"

She looked up tearfully. "What do you want?!"

He walked over to her and draped her coat over her shoulders.

"You forgot your coat," he said.

Shivering, she stood up. He put his arm around her.

"Let's get you home," he said, "before you get…"

"Hhh-cheiw!"

"…sick."

Harry sighed. "I knew this was going to happen."

"Oh, Harry, I don't feel well at all. Can we go home now?"

"You're not angry at me anymore?" he questioned.

She sighed a congested sigh. "I never really was. Not at you, anyway. More at myself."

Harry normally would've asked her to elaborate, but he could see that she wasn't up to it. He didn't want to stress her out and make her feel worse than she already was. So he nodded.

"Let's go home."

Halfway there, Hermione felt a wave of dizziness pass over her. She moaned and put a hand to her head.

"Hermione, are you all right?" he asked her, giving her a concerned look.

"N-no…ohhh dear…"

Hermione wobbled. Her legs buckled and she fell.

"Whoa there. Steady now," Harry said as he caught her. "You're in no shape to walk any further."

Hermione didn't protest as he scooped her up bridal style and carried her. She snuggled into his chest and closed her eyes.