Hi, this is my new story using the pairing of FredxHermione. I love the pairing of Hermione with one of the twins and I'm working on two stories at once, one with HermionexFred (which is this one obviously) and one with GeorgexHermione (called 'I Will Try to Fix You') so check both of them out, I really appreciate it and all the reviews I get always motivate me. So read and review! Hope you enjoy it. :)

~ CHAPTER ONE ~

THE BREAK UP

Hermione Granger was so happy; she couldn't remember ever being this happy before in all of her life; life just seemed to all be coming together for her right now and she could only see happiness and security in her future. There were many reasons for her happiness, firstly the War had ended and Harry and his friends had come out victorious after killing Voldemort and locking all the Death Eaters that were left in Azkaban. Secondly, Hermione had just started a job as a Trainee Healer at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and she was loving it; they had allowed her to start the job despite the fact that she had no NEWTs because they said she had shown exemplary magical ability through all of her time at Hogwarts and during the War, and they believed she would be able to pick up the new magic she had to learn very quickly. But the final and most important reason as to why Hermione was happy was because after the Battle of Hogwarts Ron had asked her to be his girlfriend, and they had been dating for about three months now. It had been the best three months of Hermione's life, she was so happy to be with Ron, she felt so loved, wanted, and desired by him that she felt like nothing could ruin her happiness.

Hermione now lived at The Burrow with the Weasley family and Harry Potter as she had been unable to find her parents as of yet. However, being the optimistic person that she was, she was not going to lose hope and she spent as much of her free time as she could researching where they would be, but so far it had come to nothing. Hermione was happy to live at The Burrow for now however, it meant she got to see the people she was closest to on a daily basis, and it meant she got to spend as much time as possible with Ron, which was something she loved doing.

Today was a Saturday so Hermione had the day off work and she had decided to take advantage of this by travelling to the nearest Muggle town, which was only a ten minute walk from Ottery St. Catchpole where The Burrow could be found. Ron was not at work either, but he had shown little interest when Hermione had asked him to accompany her, he'd said he would rather play Quidditch with Harry. Hermione had thought this was strange at first because Ron had never said no to spending time with her before, but she brushed it off and thought it would be nice for the two boys to spend some time together before setting off herself.

Hermione had spent all morning in the Muggle town browsing all the second hand bookshops, and she now had a few bags full of books of all kinds which she was struggling to carry up the path towards The Burrow. Hermione could have Apparated to The Burrow to make it easier for herself, she knew that, but she enjoyed the walk and the fresh air so she decided to walk and felt even happier than before when she had reached the front door of The Burrow after a nice rewarding walk and relaxing morning.

Hermione entered The Burrow and put her bags of books in the hallway, she thought she might pick one out to read, but then she realised she could do that later after she had said hello to Ron, Harry and the rest of the Weasleys. Hermione could him a dull chatter in the kitchen which consisted of the voices of Fred, George, Ginny, Harry, Percy, Bill, Charlie and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, but she could not hear Ron's voice. She checked in the lounge and Ron wasn't in there so she thought he must be upstairs. With that she entered the kitchen, said a quick hello to the rest of the Weasleys and bounded up the stairs excitedly. She stopped briefly outside the room Ron shared with Harry and checked her reflection in the mirror opposite, smiling with new found confidence in her own looks.

With that Hermione opened the door to Ron and Harry's room and was horrified by what she saw. Ron was in the room, not even acknowledging his girlfriend because his face seemed to be glued to that of Lavender Brown, while his hands had made their way into her hair and round her waist. Hermione gasped; she couldn't believe what she was seeing; she felt tears form in her eyes as she blinked again and again willing the image in front of her to not be true, but it would not go away no matter how hard she tried.

"Ron?" she said angrily "what is this?"

At the sound of his girlfriend's voice Ron stiffened and he and Lavender pulled away from each other with a sound reminiscent of two detaching plungers. He turned to face Hermione, a mask of guilt gracing his features and said in a hurried voice,

"Hermione, it's not what it looks like!"

"Really Ronald?" she said in a furious voice, which was rapidly rising to a shout "well what was it then? Because it looked to me like you were kissing her and probably going to do a lot more than that."

"I…I…" stuttered Ron lamely "oh fine we were kissing."

"That's it Ron," yelled Hermione, tears threatening to fall "we're over!"

There was a short pause in which Hermione became aware they had attracted quite a crowd by this point, consisting of Fred, George, Bill and Charlie, who were all give Ron murderous looks.

"I can't believe you would ever do this to me Ron," whispered Hermione in a broken voice "I thought we had something really special."

"We didn't," said Ron bluntly, which made Hermione gasp in a hurt way "I don't love you Hermione, I never did."
"Why did you go out with me then?" asked Hermione.

"Just to say I had," said Ron, nastily "for work, and just to say I'd got together with the most prim and proper witch of her age, not that we ever did anything anyway, I mean is it any surprise I cheated on you with Lavender really?"

"Ron..." Hermione started, before looking down as words failed her and she felt the tears finally start to fall.

"What Hermione?" asked Ron, taking a step towards her menacingly "you must have known that was the only reason I was with you."

"But I love you," said Hermione in a small, broken voice.

"Well I don't love you," said Ron nastily.

"You've made that perfectly clear," said Hermione sadly "I hope you're happy with Lavender."

"Oh I will," said Ron vindictively "she's far prettier than you."

Hermione gasped at Ron's last comment as she looked down at the floor again, feeling so small and insignificant. She heard a quiet growl from behind her which surprised her, although she was not sure which one of the other Weasley boys it had come from, however she was still glad to have their support, even if that would never get Ron back. Hermione felt the tears start again and she quickly wiped them away with her hand, willing herself not to cry in front of Ron and give him the satisfaction. Then Hermione looked back up at Ron again, and he was closer than she remembered, which made her feel quite threatened as she backed away ever so slightly. Hermione looked into Ron's eyes and saw none of the emotions she recognised there, instead she saw anger, and if she wasn't mistaken something closely resembling hatred or contempt at least. Hermione continued to look into Ron's eyes trying to find any sign of the man she had fallen in love with, but there was no sign whatsoever and this hurt her even more.

"You're not pretty Hermione," said Ron, as if it was the most matter of fact thing in the world "no one is ever going to love you, let alone touch you. You are not desirable in any way; you are ugly and only good for one thing."

Hermione could not hold the tears back anymore, so she let them fall down her cheeks at a rapid rate. Hermione knew she was nothing special to look at when compared with people like Lavender but she had thought her looks had improved over the years; her hair had been tamed so it hung in caramel coloured curls down her back and she had developed a curvy figure that any girl would be jealous of. Hermione had always felt beautiful with Ron though, he had always made her feel special and had given her confidence; and to hear him say that she wasn't pretty in any way broke a small part of her and shattered her confidence in herself all at the same time.

Hermione heard Lavender's girlish cackle from inside the room before she gave Hermione an evil grin and simpered,

"Come on Ron, leave her to it, she's damaged goods anyway now she's got that scar on her arm."

"You told her?" asked Hermione, horrified that Ron had betrayed her trust and told Lavender something that only he and Harry knew "you told her about Malfoy Manor and what Bellatrix Lestrange did to me?"

"He did," confirmed Lavender in her shrill voice "it's ok though because those scars only confirm to everyone what you are, damaged goods, a Mudblood."

"I can't believe you told her," said Hermione, tears and betrayal evident in her voice, which was rapidly rising in volume "how could you?"

"I thought she should know how much better she is than you," said Ron.

"No one knows about that apart from you and Harry," shouted Hermione shrilly "how could you betray my trust like this?"

"Easily actually," said Ron in a matter of fact tone "I just did and it didn't bother me, after all, it's going to come out eventually that Bellatrix Lestrange scarred you for life with the word that best describes you. You deserved that Hermione, you deserve to know what you are, and every time you forget and start to think you're worth something all you need to do is look at that word, remember that pain and you'll know you're nothing but an ugly little Mudblood that no one will every love."

"I hate you Ron!" yelled Hermione furiously "how could you do this to me? How could you lie, cheat on me with her and then tell everyone about my deepest secret? I hate you, I'll never forgive you!"

Hermione wiped her eyes again and turned away from Ron ready to walk away for good. She had just taken the first few steps when Ron said something so vicious and vindictive that it broke any part of her heart she still had left and shattered any kind of resolve she still held onto.

"Oh by the way Hermione, you're never going to find your parents you know that don't you? So you're all alone in the world with no one to love you. No one wants you here, no one loves you, I know I certainly don't, so why don't you just get out and leave us all alone, we'd be better off without you. You don't belong anywhere or with anyone."

Hermione heard another growl directed at Ron as she turned around to face him again, and she was almost positive it had come from one of the Weasley Twins, although she wasn't sure which one, but she was still glad to have their support.

"I will find my parents Ron," said Hermione in a remarkably strong voice despite the fact she could feel herself shaking with unshed tears "just you wait and see. I'll find them and then I'll show you I belong somewhere that I'm worth something and you won't know what to do because you'll have lost me, the best thing to ever happen to you. We are over Ron, I promise you I will never forgive you."

With that Hermione turned around once again, went to walk away but then turned back around and slapped Ron across the face with lightning speed and a force and strength that shocked all of the Weasley boys and Lavender, who rapidly Disapparated with a small pop! leaving Ron to face his family's wrath alone.

With Ron suitably punished for now, as he rubbed his cheek in shock where Hermione had slapped him, and Fred, George, Bill and Charlie switching between looking shocked at Hermione and shooting murderous glances to Ron; Hermione walked a few unsteady steps, blinded by tears. She ran past Fred and George who parted, leaving a small gasp for her to get down the stairs, but Hermione lost her footing at the top of the stairs, only dimly registering the strong arms, that must have belonged to one or both of the Twins set her upright again. With that she grabbed hold of the banister and raced down the many flights of stairs as tears poured down her cheeks, hearing shouts from upstairs as she went. Hermione did not stop for anyone; she knew she wanted to be in the back garden of The Burrow and knew she could get there by going out of the front door and round the house, which would avoid any awkward questions from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. So Hermione followed the grass round the house until she came to the back garden where she made a beeline for her favourite cherry blossom tree and sank down underneath it, finally letting the tears and heartbreak engulf her.

So what did you think? Let me know, I really appreciate people reading this and it really motivates me to carry on. I'll try and update soon! :)