A/N: Enjoy and I don't own the Harry Potter series.
I collapsed onto my bed, and let my tears soak into the mattress. I sat there shaking in frustration. I had trusted him, I had loved him, I had thought he was the one, but I guess things change.
An owl flew into my room from the open window.
Granger, we need to talk. Meet me at the three broomsticks as soon as you can. I'll be waiting for you. Please come.
"What does Draco Malfoy, of all people, want with me?" I asked myself out loud.
I hurriedly packed the rest of my things. And walked down stairs.
"What Ronald? What do you want?"
"I don't know," he said, looking down at his feet.
I sighed. "Well if you don't, then who does? But I know what I want…"
"Will you give me a second chance?" Ron said a glint of hope showing through his eyes.
"No, I want to call off the wedding." I said matter-of-factly.
"What?" He asked at me through hurt eyes.
"Ronald Weasly I thought I loved you, I thought I could trust you, I thought you were the one for me, but you wanna know something? I thought wrong!" I said furiously "You can't expect to go hit off with some slut and expect me not to care! I thought you were better than that. Oh well there I go, I thought wrong again!" I said throwing my hands in the air. "Oh and here is your stupid ring back!" I said as I wrenched the wedding band off my finger and through it at him. (It hit him in the forehead, leaving the impression in his forehead.)
I turned and strutted out the door, taking my things with me and apperated on the front step.
I appeared on the familiar street of Diagon Alley. I walked over toward the three broomsticks. I took a deep breath before stepping inside.
I quickly spotted Draco over in the corner, with two mugs of Butterbear sitting on the table, both untouched.
"Granger," He said addressing me.
"Malfoy," I said tightly.
I dropped my box of stuff in the chair across from him and took a seat next to him.
"What did you want to tell me?" I asked softly.
"I don't know, maybe I just thought that you might want to talk about you fiancé hitting off with my girl?" He said.
"And why would you care?" I demanded sadly.
"Granger," He said looking up at me. "I dunno why I'm about to say this but ever since I saw you, I have had feelings for you. Although most of the time they were feelings of hate, I dunno if it's because the people we loved, started loving each other, or what, but right now it's not a feeling of hate." He said.
"What are you trying to say?" I asked looking into his eyes.
He looked embarrassed, and looked down at the table, the tips of his ears turning red.
"What are you trying to say?" I repeated.
"I think my feelings are changing from hate to love, Annabeth was the first girl I truly loved. I feel like something is missing. She won't ever be replaced, except by one person, you."
A/N: Well tell me what you think.