Where even was he after that woman had chased him?

Neither of them had wanted to go to the funeral. But they were legally required so here they were.

He didn't know what this place was, but this information...

Why was this one potion so difficult? Why could he just not get it to work?

It started with an invitation.

He breathed in the cool sea air.

12 hours ago, life had been normal.

"They didn't even bother coming to get me. They really did mean it when they said that they were done with me."

All she had wanted was for this one day to be perfect? Was that simply too much to ask for?

All her life she had been told to push, strive, achieve. Get the highest marks, the highest scores. She hated it.

It's Hermione's turn to pick what they do for date night. Where will they go?

It couldn't be happening, it shouldn't be happening. It was unacceptable - it was time for a smear campaign.

Within time, she could make him see reason. But first she had to get out.

"I didn't think I'd see you here. I'm glad you came though."

People still flocked to harry. He was a hero too. And he was going to prove it to the world.

Malfoy's did not show weakness, even on February 14th when it should have been perfect.

For years she had dreamt of being including in all the girl talk. Now included, it was everything and nothing like she had imagined.

So many years of fighting the urge, ignoring the feeling deep down inside of him that something just wasn't quite right. But what was there left for him now?

It had been a wonderful evening. So when Harry asked if they wanted to meet up again next week who were they to decline?

He stared at the letter in his hand. He knew what it meant. It meant she had it. She was one of them.