Disclaimer: Let's see, I am not wealthier than the Queen (checks off list), I do not live in England (check) and my name is not J.K. Rowling (looks at list in dismay and crumples it into a paper ball). Therefore I do not own Harry Potter.

Author's Note: This is my first published fic but I have written quite a number by hand. I carry them around with me and every now and then write a few paragraphs. One-shot Harry/Hermione fic! Rated T for attempted suicide. Oh, and this story is from Harry's POV. Don't review if you thought it was crap.

I was heading back to Gryffindor Tower after studying alone in the library. Once Ron and Hermione got together two weeks ago, I've been leaving them together and being by myself most of the time. Though they've tried to keep the Golden Trio together, it's uncomfortable for me to be with them. I don't want to be the third wheel in their relationship, and besides, I don't find it easy to sit there and watch them snog. Other than that, I'm really happy for them 'cause they've taken their relationship to the next level.

Then again, they aren't exactly a match made in heaven. Their already legendary rows have flared up so much, they empty the Common Room in a matter of seconds. Talk about your tempestuous romances. One moment they're snogging on the couch, the next, they're shouting at each other. The rows always end with Hermione in tears and Ron in a sulk. A bit later on, they kiss and make up and repeat the whole damn cycle all over again.

I know I shouldn't feel like this, but every time I see Hermione in floods, a tiny twinge of anger at Ron fills my chest for hurting her like that. I keep telling myself it's just my strong bond with Hermione which causes me to feel that. Hermione and I have been through a lot together. Being the prime target for Lord Voldemort brings a lot of dangerous repercussions to the people around me. The people I care for. So far, Hermione's been Petrified and badly injured by a Death Eater because of me. Not to mention the number of times she's broken school rules and the massive amount of cuts, bruises and various miscellany.

As my mind reflected back on events past, I arrived at the portrait of the Fat Lady which guarded the entrance to the Gryffindor Dormitory. I had just opened my mouth to ssay the password when the painting exploded outwards (The Fat Lady shrieked in fright) and a mass of bushy brown hair obscured my vision for the second time in my life just as something hit me in the chest very hard.

I lost my balance and toppled over backwards, Hermione crashing down with me on my torso. 'Sorry, Harry!' she blurted, her face streaked with tears. Hermione stumbled to her feet and fled down the corridor, her sobs echoing through the deserted corridors. A part of me wanted to follow her but the other part warned me not to get involved in the already complex love-life of my two best friends.Brushing the dust of my robes, I got to my feet and faced the Fat Lady's portrait. She was staring after Hermione with an indignant look on her face.

'My dear! Such impudence!' huffed the Fat Lady.

'Sorry, she's a little upset.' I attempted to excuse her behaviour. Must have been another of those blazing lover's tiffs. Although in Ron's and Hermione's case, I would say lover's wars.

'Upset! Humph!' Without waiting for me to give her the password, she swung forward and admitted me into the Common Room. It was empty (I expected it to be) except for Ron sitting in his favorite red squashy armchair by the fire, staring moodily into the depths of the flickering flames. Normally, I would have gone upstairs but something about the slightly shell-shocked look Ron wore compelled me to take a seat next to him.

'What happened?' I asked cautiously. He cast me an odd look from the corner of his eye.

'Hermione and I broke up.'

'What!' I recoiled bodily, staring at him. Ron's face was drawn and expressionless.

'Yes, we did. Don't look so shocked. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Look at us argue.' He gave a constricted laugh.

'What the hell happened just now?'

'We were arguing over something trivial - I can't remember what it was -Anyway, the long and short of it was I really lost my temper and called her- called her a…' His voice trailed off and he buried his face in his hands.

I waited patiently, the blood pumping in my ears. Ron finally lifted his head from his hands and faced me with a tear-streaked face, tears of regret. 'I called her a filthy Mudblood.'

Cliffhanger! Next chapter will be up when I have the time!