hi there! well, first of all... this story doesn't belong to me, i'm just traslating it so you can enjoy it.)

the amazing writer is called laura, she is spanish, as i am.

i asked her if i could give it a try... to write it in english.

and here i am.

that's it! enjoy it...

thanks laura once more)

Chapter 1: because of a photograph.

And here I am.

My cheeks wet because the tears I've cried, my hands shaking because the knowledge of what was going to come, my heart breaking inside my chest, my eyes looking…

Once more I've remembered, once more I've got stuck in the past, once more I've shed a tear because of something that I thought was forgotten, once more I've been filled with a little spine of hope.

I knew it was going to be inevitable. I knew I was going to suffer. However, I couldn't resist it. I preferred to cry and abstain from the pain than go on another day without opening the letter; which I had kept closed for over almost a year.

Yes, one year suffering, trying no to fall into the temptation and open it, read it and look what it says…but I didn't dare to burn it. Because of a strange reason, I though that if I destroyed it I would increase my desolation. And I was right.

Tearing the envelop and bending it vertically, two things fall: a photograph taken with a magic camera and a simple note, which wouldn't have more than ten words.

I hold the photo in my hands, shivering, and the group of people that are in it are moving in the same way that they did when it was taken, long ago…how many? Nine years? I cry, resigning to want to forget the impossible again.

I looked at the photograph again, now from left to right, slowly…

A boy with glasses and raven hair smiles at me, crossing his arms and lifting his chin to give the impression that he is from a higher level. Turning his head, he makes visible a scar with the shape of a ray, which lies, in his forehead. His green emerald eyes goes to his left, smiling, and that's what made me look at myself with only seventeen years old,

Long, thick, brown hair… that was how I was. that's how my friends knew me, all my classmates at school, everyone who once have heard of me… the name Hermione Granger was always connected to : bookworm, horrible hair, bag full of heavy book.

I smiled sadly. It got on my nerves that they messed with me, that they thought that things of me… but now that I do not have all that. I miss it greatly.

I see that an arm leans in my juvenile shoulder, but I do not want to look that way: I know who has made that gesture. The one who made my life jumped trough the window. The one who gave me anguish and didn't say "sorry".

The one who stole my heart, and until now has not returned it.

Betraying my self, my eyes look one more. And, once more, I'm filled with anguish, nostalgia, and endless pain. The blue of his pupils, that one day made me dream, now burn like fire. His smile, ironic and sincere as always, instead of building hopes makes my eyebrow to frown in rage… his hair. In a moment, when we were teenagers, I just wanted to caress it, fantasy that would never come true, but now the feeling that produces me that red hair is only one… pain.

The boy messed with my hair in the photograph, the me in the picture laughed happily, but now I can't do the same. The instant when I saw how the redhead was tickling me, I just wanted to part my eyes form there, tear apart that picture, erase it from my mind, erase the memory forever… but I couldn't.

I started crying hopelessly, remembering everything that happened… it started so beautiful and intriguing, and ended so badly…

-"Where are you taking me Ron?"-I asked between laughs while the redhead guided me trough Hogwarts dark corridors.

"shhhh"-he silenced me, turning his head to me and smiling-" it's a surprise.. Don't make a noise"

I laughed again. I knew that that was wrong, it was more than 2 am and ginny had woken me up because Ron's orders. Who was waiting for me in his pajama and his tunic in the common room.

When he asked" do you want to see something astonishing?" he did it very close to my face, and I couldn't help blushing and say " of course" in a whisper of complicity.

Then Ron smiled and said that that night I was very pretty, still in my nightdress, and told me to follow him. That is how our little adventure started, breaking the rules and the time limits. I didn't care for that one second, I was going to go anywhere with my prince charming.

-"it was over here"-I heard him whisper looking around and entwining his fingers with mine's-"yes!"-he exclaimed, and I saw that his eyes were stick to a portrait fairly big which had painted a woman of the sixteenth century with a rude expression in her face and very fat.

-"Ron, what…"-I tried to ask but he put a finger above my lips, making me to be silent and to get lost in his eyes.

-"You will see"-he said mysteriously-"I saw McGonagall coming here about a month ago…don't worry, it is nothing illegal, well that's what I think.

I lift my eyebrow, but that only made my friend shrugged his shoulders and returned his eyes to the painting.

-"Dumbledore is the best"-said Ron, and I choked a laugh, but stopped it when the lady of the painting tighten his lips and swung open, letting us go in making me realize that it was a password.

Before I could look inside, Ron turned me and covered my eyes with his hands. he moved his mouth close to my ear.

-"don't look yet, ok?"-he whispered sending a shiver through my body.

-"Ok"-I whispered back. My heart beating fast in my chest.

Slowly, he began guiding me, with his hands over my eyes, in direction of the painting

I realized the wooden floor because it crunched under my feet.

Ron's steps were following me, we were nearly stick to each other, his chest against my back, his face next to mine, leaving his breath in my neck, sending me shivers.

Finally, when I was already in the center of the room, I thought, he took away his hand and made me open my brown eyes.

The first thing I saw was a bright light, and when I could get used to it, hundreds, thousands, millions of books, covered my sight. From the floor to the roof,…everywhere was covered with shelves that had books and more books.

I opened my mouth to show the amazement that all that produced me, and I felt Ron eyes on me looking expectantly. But I couldn't think my mind was blank… This was like a dream. Books, books and more books, there was no corner free of them.

My heart was beating faster every minute, I was breathing with difficulty, I couldn't believe the guy of my dreams had taken me there… a place where I felt like… like home. He knew books were my guidance, my company, my family but I would have never imagined that Ron would take me to a place like this.

My lips showed a smile, the emotions that I felt were trespassing and showing in my face. When I look once more that fantastic room, I turned to my redhead friend.

He was smiling too. In his eyes, you could see that he knew how I felt in that moment.

I was touched and without a word, I gave him a hug.

-"How how how..."- I could not even finished a sentence feeling his hands in my waist.

-"I've already told you.. McGonagall.."-he answered my unfinished question. I knew he was still smiling.

-"Ron …I..."-I said, looking him directly at his beautiful eyes-" have no words… why have you brought me here? All this is quite wonderful...- I looked around

-"You are wonderful"- he replied, looking at me carefully with tenderness. I smiled in a thank you way, but he did not let me reply –"I was looking around when McGonagall left. There are books of everything, of every time; I think that there are even books that you can't read in the restricted section"

He got near to a shelf next to us, started looking trough all the books when finally he took a heavy volume.

-"I knew you were going to like it, I found it here while I was looking around"-he gave me the book and I accepted gratefully.

The cover was brown, a little worn out, but the title was clearly seen:" domestic elves: the why of this injustice"

I smiled, turning over the page, looking at the index. The titles of the chapters delighted me:" we can survive without their help", "a little history about their power"….

I looked at Ron, and he looks me back. I did not know how to pay him for everything he did for me. I was only able to give him another smile while my eyes filled with new tears.

-"it's written in 1389"-he explained, pointing the book-"the author is anonymous because at that time this kind of books were not allowed… like now domestic elves were a kind of slaves for the humans. You know? I read it complete, and I was thinking that a woman could have written it. Men aren't used to be so sensitive about magical creatures…"-he pointed his fingers at himself with a guilty expression. I tried to deny it with my head however,once more, he didn't let me speak.-" now that I've read it… I agree with you and can see how bad the problem is. Forgive me for never listen to you about it, it is much worse that I could have imagined… I swear that for now on I will be more helpful with S.P.E.W.

It was as if he had taken me there to apologize for his stubbornness in the justice cause.

But with every word that left his lips, I found him more handsome, more sweet, more intelligent, more… more I loved him, every second a little more.

-"Ron"- I interrupted him.

-"yes Hermione?"-he said impatiently.

-"This is the prettiest thing anyone have ever done for me"-I confessed, shy, but more secure than ever.

I thought that his cheeks were starting to blush.

-"Don't overreact..."- He tried to make it unimportant with a hand gesture.

-"really!"-I insisted, getting closer to him-"I'm very grateful… I would have never thought that … well, you are my best friend and i…"- I couldn't help it, I hugged him again.-"I love you Ron…"-that was without a doubt a friends thing, I wasn't prepared to tell him that I loved him in another way.

-"me too Hermione, that's why I've brought you here"-he said hugging me back.

-"really?"- I put a little distance between us and looked him straight in the eyes.

-"Really"-he whispered-"you know herms ...? There is something that I have to talk to you about"

But I wasn't listening anymore. I was getting closer and closer to him, his lips, and little by little, I realized that he was doing the same. The moment we were going to kiss, we were made to push away because two hands were pressing forcefully in our shoulders.

-"well… I think you will have to explain a lot of things, won't you?"-professor McGonagall voice… everyday tender but serious, now was angry and cruel. She had never talked to me in that way.

I looked at her face, and saw that she was looking back with the brow frown, showing her wrinkles. I took Ron's hand in mine, waiting our sentence…which I hadn't thought will be so hard.

End of flashback.

I cry again, and tears fall making their way to the photograph, now a little wet. If someone wants to know the punishment… we were expelled. Yes, I know that what we did wasn't so bad to reach the extreme of expulsion, however professor McGonagall thought so.

We found out that, the room was only hers, which no one… not even Dumbledore knew about it. My favorite teacher kept on talking and talking till dawn. In the meantime, Ron and I felt guiltier and guiltier, finally we bent our heads and let go of the other's hands.

Then, with sadness, she said that she would have to expel Ron, because he was the one who had made up everything. He got angry and one of the thing he said while he was shouting was "and what about Hermione!? She was here too! Wasn't she?.."

That was it. When we hugged and all that ,I thought Ron was a gentleman and he had grown up , but when McGonagall took his words and expel me too… so as no to be un fair or injustice, I deadly hate him.

Flashback

-"you couldn't have just shut up, could you!?"-I screamed at him in the gardens once we signed the papers of the expulsion in the professor's office.

-"I couldn't! What did you want!?, that they expelled me , and you would be here?"-defended him, kicking a stone.

-"You are …"- I said red with anger, breath.-"do you see right that I'm now expelled because of you!?"

-"of course not! I only see it fair. It is how it has to be!"- He said making me anger.

-"how can you be so selfish!?"-

-"what do you mean?

-"you could have prevented my punishment! But, no, the proud and selfish Ronald weasley couldn't keep his mouth shut for once…well, let me tell you something! I thought you had changed and no, I see that you have not.

-"what? Change, me?"

-"yes, YOU! I THOUGHT THAT FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE YOU HAD GROWN UP, BUT NO, YOU STILL ARE THE IMATURE BOY WHO ONLY THINKS IN HIMSELF!" I was desperate, I was no longer a student … what was I going to do?

-"LET ME TELL YOU, THAT NEVER, NEVER,YOU ARE GOING TO BE ABLE TO CHANGE ME, WANT IT OR NOT I WOULD ALWAYS BE THE SAME PRAT , LAZY,SELFISH, AND JEALOUS RON!"

-"CONGRATULATIONS! YOU REALIZED EVERYTHING YOU ARE!"

-"YOU DON'T DESERVE A PRIZE EITHER! BOOKWORM!"

"AT LEAST I GET GOOD MARKS! NOT LIKE YOU, THAT IT SEEMS THAT YOUR BRAIN IS FULL OF NOTHING!-my tears were running down my cheeks, I couldn't believe that not many hours ago he was showing me millions of books, and now was calling me " bookworm".

-"THERE IS NO NEED FOR YOU TO TELL ME THAT ALL MY LIFE I WILL BE A PRAT!"

-"DON'T SAY STUPID THINGS!"

-"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO OR WHAT NOT!"

-"SO STOP PROVOKING ME FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE!"

-"YOU ARE IMPOSIBLE! DID YOU KNOW THAT?!"

-"YOU ARE THE IMPOSIBLE ONE!"

-"YOU COULD BE AT LEAST GRATEFUL!I TAKE YOU TO A PLACE I FOUND AND YOU GET MAD AT ME !AS IF I WAS THE GUILTY ONE!"

-"IT IS YOUR FAULT RON! YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TAKEN ME THERE; YOU KNEW IT WAS AGAINST THE RULES BUT…."

-"SAY WHAT YOU WANT! I KNOW HOW MUCH YOU LIKED IT!"

-I would have liked it, if there was no thing like EXPULSION! And the thing is that I could be just fine, get away, but you have to be so rggg! And make me be expelled!"- Tears were falling, I didn't care anymore-"do you have fun making me suffer?!"

Ron didn't reply, he was with his arms crossed and the brow frown. He was ignoring me…that is what made me even angrier.

-"UF! I HATE YOU! DON'T YOU DARE TO TALK TO ME AGAIN! WHAT IS MORE! YOU AREN'T GOING TO SEE ME AGAIN IN THIS LIFE!-I got away from there crying, and I never knew if Ron looked back.. The truth is, I didn't want to know.

End of flashback.

And I was faithful to my promise. The next day I got up earlier than ever, took the Hogwarts express with all my suitcase and things from school, without saying goodbye to anyone only Ginny and my roommates ..not even Harry . I would have liked to say goodbye to him but that would have meant seen Ron and I didn't want to see him anymore.

I don't think is necessary to tell you that I cried for over a week and that is until these days that I want to forget. I thought I had managed it…but the damn letter ruin everything… everything, the barrier I'd made , the resistance of thinking about my other world, my strength to fight against the pain…argh!

I look the name of the person who sent the letter; I can't believe that is Harry...That my friend had the courage to send me a letter after all these years, giving me news or something… I haven't read the paper yet, I couldn't help looking at the photograph a little longer. How many times, trough the years I wanted to see Ron's face once more.

Because all of his photos I had burned, destroyed, so as no to see him again.

My desire of seeing him was still there and now it was true.

The little note is still on the floor, I didn't dare to pick it up when it fell from the envelope, with the photograph I had had enough.

After dry my tears and leave the photograph aside, I got up and went to my bedroom. that was where in the window had shown up Hedwig, Harry's white owl and once she leave it she took off.

I could see in her eyes that she was looking at me with nostalgia.

I had opened the letter there, with a knife that now is on the floor … just like the note.

I enter my bedroom, and without spare another minute I pick the parchment from the floor. Harry could still use that kind of paper; he kept on studying in the magical world.

How jealous I was. I wonder what job Ron has now…

I am a primary school teacher, for children from 6 years up to the class where I teach is of boys and girls in the age of 10.

They remember me when we were only in first year at Hogwarts …

But that isn't important.

The note is neatly folded, and when I open it, I get to see again Harry's untidy handwriting …but how I had already realized there are no more than 10 words.

However, when I read it , when I caught the meaning the nostalgia returns with more strength in my chest, twisting my heart… I can't help fainting, and there is the note, next to the photograph and the knife…

"Remember us, Hermione. Remember your real friends", it said.