Chapter 1 - Snowflakes
Hermione glanced out the window dazedly, the lonesome moon comforting her silent sobs as it bather her mascara stained cheeks with its light. She looked like porcelain: stoic and lifeless. The black streams that clung to her lily-white countenance looked like cracks, shadowed slightly by the limp ringlets that had escaped their pins. She was a china doll that had been dropped too many times. This was it. She was broken. He'd broken her.
A flurry of snowflakes whispered past her silhouette, clinging to the glass pane in front of her, catching on the aged iron lattice and settling delicately. That was how she felt, confirmed by another hitched sob. She was free and able to do what she wished but was thrust by her fragile feelings to that iron lattice and had gotten stuck. Stuck on him. Ron.
Hermione's forehead creased as she stared hard at the moon, fixated by its solitary glow. Lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and grabbing at any conclusion she thought just as to why Ron behaved as he did, Hermione could sense each notion dissolving within her grasp like the crystals of ice outside. She enviously studied the free speckles of winter float past, not those that latched onto the window before her.
"I deserve more than this" she muttered to herself irritably, smoothing down her dress before setting her focus on her reflection.
Staring at the not quite present person in the mirror, Hermione wiped her wet cheeks roughly, banishing the remnants of her make up to leave only a few faint grey streaks. Furiously she fought against her shivering urge to burst into tears again, gritting her teeth obstinately. She could feel herself quivering in determination but gave in as soon as she caught her own eyes in the windowpane opposite.
Fresh streams surged down from her haunted hazel stare and she stalked toward the oak bench against the wall. As she sighed into the seat Hermione observed her surroundings for the first time since she'd stormed from the Great Hall. All she could recall as she surveyed the empty stone space was shouting at Ron and Harry before collapsing on the stairwell. She'd have to apologize to him at some point. It wasn't his fault that Ron was a complete and utter ignoramus.
Steadying her breath Hermione concentrated on the path she'd taken to get here. Without a wand and it being long after lights out she didn't need a run in with Professor Snape to further ruin her somewhat high expectations for tonight.
She closed her weeping eyes as she re ran what had occurred in the past few hours. Viktor had been a gentleman, taking her hand and sweeping her off her feet into the dizzy heights of teenage hormonal bliss. Well, it didn't take Hermione long to realize the burning glares she was receiving from every girl in the room as she'd entered with the 'Bulgarian bon-bon'. A small chuckle escaped her lips. Ron had to ruin everything didn't he? He had to construe some ridiculous argument that Viktor was 'the enemy' - the enemy to his pride and delusional perception of reality if anything. It still hurt though. Hermione brought a hand to her temple to soothe the pricking sensation in her eyes - her lids closed delicately.
With that Hermione heard footsteps encroaching from the corridor. Frantically her eyes flitted across the room to search for a door. Only the moonlight illuminating the room made this difficult, her vision still blurred with tears hindered her more so. Suddenly sensing a swell of emotion building within her chest she bit her lip to maintain her composure.
She heard a low voice in the darkness opposite - it was a male. Not one she recognized but still, youthful enough to acknowledge it wasn't a teacher. Hermione squinted into the ominous unknown in front of her; a figure was beginning to emerge from the black.