The Village People
Through her tears, Hermione, managed to look up and see Harry coming towards her. He walked over to her and gave Hermione a hug. "It's okay, Hermi, just let it all out."
"I can't believe Ron dumped me. And for Fleur! The tramp veela, ooo I'm so great, I can force men to cheat on their girlfriends even if they are already happy and in love."
"Why don't you write down all the pain? It always works for me."
Hermione thought about what Harry said. He was right. So she went up to her dorm and composed a poem full of pain, sorrow, and even a little happiness.
sHaTtErEd is my soul
bAtTeReD is my heart
you tore it out
tossed it half-hazardly
on
the
floor
stomped on it
while dancing to the YMCA
the village people now an anthem
to my pain and sorrow
alone I am left
no one can hear my cries
except gloria gaynor
now i know
I will survive
Hermione looked at the piece of parchment, very pleased with herself. She'd have to give Harry a big hug and thank him. Tomorrow's a brand new day!
A/N Ron wasn't intended to be a bastard, it was Fleur's veela skills that did it. Review if you want, and read my other stuff, some of it's stupid, some's pretty stupid, but it's all good.