I've seen other people put Author Notes here, so I might as well do this.
First of all, I'm sorry if you find mistakes or something,
I am just a young girl trying to learn how to improve.
So, constructive criticism is very much appreciated!

"Hermione!" Ron called out as Hermione stormed out of his house into the pouring rain. The raindrops fell, and so did her tears. "No, Hermione, please! Let me explain!" He yelled, hoping to see her stop and face him, but instead, Hermione had apparated to somewhere else.

Hermione did not know where to go; all she wanted was to stay far, far away from that cheating git, Ronald Weasley. So, she apparated to the first place that came into her head. Harry's house.

After the war, all three of them bought their own houses. Harry's was at Godric's Hollow, living with Kreacher; Ron's was just near the Burrow, where he was living with George and Ginny; and Hermione's was in muggle London living with her parents. Right after the battle, Hermione searched for her parents, with Ron and Harry helping her, but she wasn't able to lift the Memory-removing charm she had casted. At first she felt helpless, but as time passed by, she had found her own feet and stood up by herself. She bought her own home and asked her parents to live with her (making them believe that they adopted a poor 17-year-old orphan lady.)

"Harry!" Hermione knocked- more like banged- loudly on his door. "Harry, please open the door!" Hermione's voice was wobbly from preventing herself to break down… again. She wished she could just use the Unlocking Charm, but when Harry had just bought the house, Hermione, herself, bewitched the door so that a simple 'Alohomora' could not open it.

Harry opened the door, his hand scratching the back of his neck with a slight annoyance on his face, which instantly turned into concern as he saw Hermione, tears falling down from her eyes, wet from the roaring storm outside. Harry's hair was messy, as usual, and only had a towel draped over his bottom. "Hermione?" He said, his face showing confusion and concern. "I- I'm sorry… I didn't know you'd come." He blushed. "I should have worn something. Come in, come in. I'll just go get dressed."

Hermione casted a drying spell on herself, entered his house and sat on a comfy scarlet sofa. "I- I'm sorry for b-bothering you." She said before she buried her face into her hands as memories flashed through her mind, tears falling once more.

"It's alright," Harry replied, but being in his bedroom, dressing up, he was oblivious to the fact that Hermione was, once again, crying her eyes out. When he was properly dressed, he opened the door just to reveal Hermione, bawling. "'Mione?" Hermione removed her face from her hands, which were soaked in tears, to look at Harry. He wore a black-and-white t-shirt and black shorts that went down to his knee. He made his way to the sofa and sat next to her, "What happened?" He wiped a tear from her face, "Why are you crying?"

Hermione was staring at Harry's beautiful emerald eyes, his brows knitted. Should I tell him? She thought. Should I tell him that his best friend had cheated on me? It seems unfair for Harry… for him to be a part of the mess that Ron and I should work out, ourselves. He'd have to choose sides, probably, and that wouldn't be easy. She broke the eye contact and gazed at her knees instead. I shouldn't have come.

"You can tell me," He said, "Hermione, I'm your best friend. You can trust me." But Hermione did not respond, she just continued staring at her knees as a few tears silently crept down her face. "It's Ron, isn't it?"

Hermione turned to her best friend with a look of bewilderment. How did he know? Had it been that obvious?

Harry simply sighed, taking her reaction as a yes. "What happened?"

"He was supposed to take me out to lunch in my favourite muggle restaurant. I arrived there at 11:55, 5 minutes earlier the time we agreed on. From then, I patiently waited until my tummy started to grumble and I couldn't help my hunger. I checked my watch, it was TWO O'CLOCK!" Hermione complained, tears still streaming down her face. "Harry, I waited for at least two bloody hours and he never came! I had to buy and eat lunch all by myself… After I ate, I apparated to his house, and… and when he opened his house… I- I saw him, his red hair messy…" More tears flowed as she recalled the hideous moment. "wearing only his underwear. And behind him, I saw… I saw…" Then, she broke down.

"What was it, Hermione?" He asked, his voice gentle. "What did you see?"

"Ro-Romilda…" She said in between her sobs. "Romilda Vane." She looked at him, her face looking so broken and desperate for comfort. "He made out with Romilda, Harry!" She shouted in his face. "With… with Romilda… That- that… That slut!"

He simply nodded; he did not say anything to comfort her, to make her stop crying. He just nodded, grabbed Hermione into her arms and soothingly rubbed her back as he continued to hug her.

"Harry…" She softly said. "I don't know what to do anymore. It's just… It's so painful… I can't-"

"Rest." He said. "Rest for a while, keep your mind off of things."

After wiping of her tears and pulling away from the hug, she said. "O-okay… I- I'll just go appa-"

"Don't." Hermione shot him a confused look. "He's probably waiting for you there. Stay here, sleep in the other room."

Hermione nodded and followed Harry as he led the way to the room. "Thank you. For everything." She whispered. Harry gave a slight nod and a warm smile before closing the door for her.

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