So here goes my first pathetically pathetic fic about Hermione's love affair...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from this fic, it is all from JKR and i don't gain anything but an audience.
My big mistake.
I jerk awake. I feel so comfortable. I close my eyes and hope to fall asleep again. The bed is so warm. I turn and look to my right, expecting to see Ron there, looking like he's just been clubbed on the head- the way he always looks when asleep. I hesitate. I'm not in mine and Ron's flat... I'm someplace else... mine and Ron's place is so much brighter than this dump. I look around. I suddenly notice I'm lying in bed next to someone sleeping. He has his arm snaked around me. He looks awfully like... Viktor?! My heart begins to hammer quickly. What did i do? How did i even get here? A million questions raked my brain. I tried to remember how i got here, but I can't remember a thing. Perhaps Viktor had imperuised me, or something... But then i can remember something... a very dim memory. OK, yesterday afternoon I got a call from one of my friends, she was throwing a party. I asked Ron if I could come, he gave his permission and when i got there, i saw Viktor. I was trying to avoid him as much as possible, but he kept following me... I think i got drunk... I'm not sure... Oh god, oh god, please don't be true, please don't be... I... i can remember walking up to the flat with Viktor. Intentionally.
.. He... We... Well, I really don't want to think about what happened next.
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As I rake my brains, trying to remember, I feel absolutely awful. This isn't right at all. I'm Ron's. I always have been... until now. I wonder if Viktor was drunk or not... and if he knew what sticky situation he has put me in...
Pure realisation creeps over me, cold as ice. Oh my god. What could i have DONE? Ron and I have hardly been married two months and I have already betrayed him. I've wanted this relationship for years. I can feel tears trickling down my cheeks. I suppress the sobs just incase i wake Viktor. I get out of the king-size bed quietly and leave the room. I don't even know where i am! I look behind with a look of loathing to Viktor. Oh. I've left my bag. I creep back to go and get it. I get my comb out and brush out the bushyness in my [i]once sleek hair-- Ron would wonder why my hair was in such a mess... I leave the flat and then apparate to Ron's flat.
I turn the key and slowly walk into the Living room. Ron's sitting there, his head in his big hands. My heart skips several beats.
"R-ron?"
"Hermione!! Where where you? I went to the party and they said you'd left and I- I thought y-you..." Ron stammered.
"I fell asleep in Jessica's bedroom... Hangover. I'm so sorry Ron. I should have called." I lied through my teeth. [Jessica was my friend that threw the party]
"Don't ever do that to me again, Hermione. You don't know how worried I've been. I never want to loose you. Ever." His arms snaked around my waist and brought me closer. Our lips met.
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Guilt. Pure guilt strangled me as I showered. One hand wiping away the tears that escaped my eyes, the other hand clutching my cheek, digging my nails into my skin. Every second of pain I felt was nothing, nothing in comparison to what Ron would feel when, or if he found out.
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