Lights, mic, live!

That day, all the cameras were on me. The spotlights, the attention... everything was focused on one person: me. Used to moments like this, I breezed through the interview. I knew the usual questions: “What’s your current film?” or “What do you think about the industry?” Perfect for a little shine, and there’s always the rumors: “Is it true you have a private group on Telegram where…?” The routine.

But this time, it was different. The most liked tweets with the hashtag #AskHermione would be asked live. I was expecting some fun, some drama. After all, people love that, right?

Hermione, you’re an inspiration to many, but are there times when you feel lonely despite all your success?"

"Seriously? That’s one of the most-liked questions? You guys aren’t very fun tonight."

I laugh softly, but the sound feels hollow, almost foreign. My gaze sweeps the room, a naive hope to spot a familiar face, someone to anchor my thoughts. But there’s nothing.

I try to regain my composure, but a strange feeling rises in me, as if, at that very moment, I’ve been so focused on this life that I haven’t thought about things like this in so long i've always been way to busy trying to be a better actress that i completely forget about if i was lonely or no... And the fact that there was no familiar face that day really depressed me. But, as best I can, I reply:

"Uh-uh. You know, I enjoy my f.fameame with my family and friends... Next question?" I say with a tight smile, wanting to quickly move to the next one.

"Hermione, if you had to choose, what is the moment in your life or career that you regret the most?"

My smile disappears. This question hits me hard. Flashbacks overwhelm me: the mistakes, the selfish decisions, the people I’ve hurt to get here. A lump rises in my throat. No, I can’t crack. Not here. Not now. I take a deep breath and, in a trembling voice, I answer:

"Of course... We all have regrets... Sometimes, I miss that simple life I used to hate... Next question?" I say, wiping my eyes to make sure the audience doesn’t see my tears. "Oh... Don’t worry, just a little hot in here. I'm good!"

There was only one question left... The one that would finally wrap up this damn interview. I just need to hold back my tears, and everything will be fine...

Third and last question:

Hermione, if your father were still alive, do you think he would be proud of you?

My breath cuts off. The silence becomes deafening. The camera flashes slow down, as if time has frozen. I grip the mic, my hands trembling.

"Proud?" I say quietly.

Dad always told me he would support me no matter what... But would he really be proud of what his daughter has become? And as I remember wearing that Christian necklace he gave me, I recall one of the things he always said:

"Girls… don’t let the world turn you into a drama queen who forgets that acting doesn’t mean destroying your own script. You can be the star without burning the stage."

And that’s when I realized:* Dad wouldn’t be proud of me*... For this luxury life, I’ve lost everything even myself , and I finally understood why I became this person, why I adapted to this lifestyle I've always hated so much. It was to escape that reality, to live my dream without regrets catching up with me, but this question broke me... I couldn’t answer, and for several minutes... complete silence. I couldn’t take it anymore, and my tears started flowing. In front of millions of viewers, I did the unthinkable...

I ran off the stage.

I left the place at full speed, running into the alley, searching for a place where I could finally be alone. In my frantic run, I bumped into someone. I expected to fall, to collapse, but instead, a firm hand reached out to me. It was such a simple gesture, but the humanity it carried surprised me. It was like, for the first time in my life, someone truly saw me.That was the day we met.

After that moment... I did everything I could to stay in contact with you. And now, we’re together. As expected, you’re stunning. I didn’t know how much I needed someone like you in my life. I feel alive with you, whether it’s during our dinners, our talks, or even our games. Our sex, our intimate moments... I love everything, absolutely everything.

And I’m convinced that, as long as you’re by my side, I’ll finally feel fully alive, again and again. I truly want to believe that.

This story is written at the pov of my character

Hey hey hey! I’m so excited to share this plot idea with you! Here’s a quick summary: Hermione is an actress who, in order to become the icon she is today, had to find a way to harden herself mentally—even going so far as to create an entirely new personality to protect herself. Unfortunately, she’s lost control of it. Your character represents a glimmer of hope for her—a chance to return to the person she used to be… But as you might have guessed, it won’t be that simple.

Yes, I know this storyline has insane potential for romance, but I’d like to steer clear of that! Instead, I want this plot to lean toward something darker while keeping the fact that our characters do love each other. I love the idea that our characters can go on dates, dream about marriage, and so on, but I also adore seeing how the relationship deteriorates as Hermione’s celebrity ego becomes too overwhelming, inevitably leading her to ruin everything. The concept that she turns her last hope into a mere tool for improving her public image is fascinating… But let’s keep in mind that she still loves your character deeply! It’s a rather tragic story, unfortunately. A balance between light and dark, love and abuse. You get the idea!

I’ve decided to start the prompt at the point where our characters are already in a relationship! From there, we can peacefully discuss where we’d like the story to go next.

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