AN: This is my very first story so, be nice! :) And plz don't judge me, I don't have the best grammar and spelling in the world. Anyway, J.K Rowling owns the characters and the entire "Harry Potter" series. I merely borrowed the characters and used them in my own plot.

"What do you mean you're breaking up with me?" I was in denial, we had been together since 5th year in Hogwarts. Thats 6 years.

"It means its over, done!" Was she kidding me? What had I done this time? I took her out to dinner like I promised. Heck, I even bought her the "I LOVE YOU" teddy bear she wanted.

"No," I said grabbing her wrist. "What did I do?" It was always me.

'You ignore me.'

'You're always late'

'You're always with your friends'

'You don't talk to me'

'You hurt me'

'You don't care.'

'You don't love me.'

"Look Draco, you're 21-"

"And so are you, what the bloody hell are you talking about?"

"What I'm trying to say is, we're heading out to different directions in life. I mean you're in Malfoy International Corporations and I'm in Witchly Fashion," She said calmly.

I raised my eyebrow. "Our offices are 2 blocks away from each other, Astoria."

"I know. I mean, we've been dating for 6 years. I think we need to see new people," she suggest as she "Aciod" her bag and started filling them up with her clothes.

"But, Astoria," I begged. "We were meant to be."

"Come on! We're on and off every 5 minutes! We fight about the simplest things! And your not the 'mature' boyfriend type. You're not affectionate. I mean yes, you hug me but you never hold my hand. I just feel that I'm your girlfriend because everyone wants me to be," she explained.

"Who the fuck am I then huh?" I harshly whispered. I didn't want to hear the answer.

"You're more like the school boyfriend, you know," Astoria explained as she put the last of her shoes in the luggage. "You're the school sweetheart. Look, I just want someone who will treat me seriously."

There was someone else in this. "Who is he?"

Astoria looked taken aback, she looked around the room and gulped.

"Dammit Astoria! Who is he?"

"There. Is. No. One. Else!" She yelled.

"Astoria!" I knew she was lying, I could tell it from her eyes. It was wide with raw fear.

She sighed. "Fine, I met someone else. He is caring, sweet, loving, goofy, silly, and everything I want my boyfriend to be. " Those were the same words she used to describe me as.

"Who is he?" I growled punching the wall beside her head.

"Ronald Weasley," she whispered.

HERMIONE POV

I waited in the front porch for him to pick me up. We planned to go on a quidditch game, not my favorite place but, since he insisted. I was dressed in my best dress pants and red shirt, his favorite.

I was never attractive. I did not have gold hair that cascaded in waves down my back. Instead, my hair was a plain brown, untamable and bushy. I did not have large blue eyes that held all the beauty in the world. I had brown eyes and held nothing. But, he saw past that. He saw me as someone beautiful. He was selfless.

No, I am not a loner. I am best friends with Harry Potter for merlin's sake. Sure, some called me the smartest wizard of our age but, I was never attractive.

I sighed as I continued waiting for him.

He was silly.

Caring.

Sweet,

Amazing.

Cute.

Handsome.

Lovable.

My train of thoughts were broken as I heard footsteps. It was him, he remembered!

Of course he did you fool, I though. It's the game for his favorite quidditch team.

I ran towards him and hugged his chest. It was the smell of cinnamon, chocolate and lipstick? What am I thinking? Why would Ron smell like lipstick? I shook my head and waited him to hug me back, except he didn't. His face held a frown.

"What's wrong Ron?" I asked him.

"We need to talk," he said harshly.

AN- THIS WAS MY FIRST CHAPTER OF MY FIRST STORY! YAY! PLZ REVIEW...AND CAN SOME1 TELL ME HOW TO FIND A BETA READER AND THEN HOW TO ADD NAMES TO CHAPTERS. DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW. ^WINK^WINK^