'Hermione can I come in?' said a small voice coming from outside the wooden door to my bedroom. 'What the fuck do they want?' I said to myself not in the mood to talk to anyone…not even Harry or Ginny and definitely not that bastard Ron… I stared out my window as the sun shone through it and glistened onto the polished wooden floors and made everything that was wooden in my room look shiny and new.

'Alo harmora.' I said flicking my wand up from underneath my pillow, the button on the door knob pressed outwards like a bullet being released from a gun and it slowly creaked open. I saw a shadow near the door and it was taller than Ron, Harry and Ginny so I thought it was Mr Weasley to ask if I was okay so I sat up.

A tall ginger headed boy known only as George Weasley walked in… 'Don't try to tell me to go with that jerk again… or to do anything to do with Ron, I hate that son of a bitch!' George's mouth gaped open 'I'm not…' 'THEN WHAT ARE YOU HERE FOR?' I snapped, I was so angry, my heart was pounding.

'I heard about Ron and Lavender getting back together…' he said looking apologetic and genuinely caring. I put my face into the pillow, my locks of my hair falling around my face. 'I found them in his car!' I shouted and began crying. I squeezed my pillow that if it had life in it would've been gone in one squeeze… my face felt the dampness of my pillow that was still soaked from crying all night, and all morning.

I saw her doona moving up and down as she heaved and sobbed over what my brother had done to her. 'Why'd he do it for…? I thought he really liked you Hermione, I mean who wouldn't…' I said shrugging but, tensing up slightly at the thought of saying 'anyone'. 'I didn't want sex until engagement or marriage because I only ever want to be with just one person, and devote my whole life to one person… I thought Ron was the one but, I was so wrong George, I didn't want to come back from taking the rubbish out for your mum and see them in his car snogging like there was no tomorrow…' I walked closer to her bedside, feeling the soft rug she had placed on the wooden floor.

We had added two extra bedrooms to the Burrow to accommodate Harry and Hermione and it made it feel more homey and bigger than our home was previously. Also the fact that Fred my dearest brother, best friend and every word I can think of hell even business partner had died during the war…his room was now like a shrine and I went in there to talk to him sometimes…

I sat on the bed beside her…'Look Hermione…' I didn't know what to do with my hands… did I put them on her shoulder? On her back? Do I hug her? I didn't know Hermione was one of those girls that you didn't know what to do other than want to comfort her in any possible way… I moved myself and so I could lie beside her and found her face 'Hermione, don't ruin yourself over Ron… if he did that to you then that makes him a massive jerk, don't worry I'll probably put puking pastels in his soup or make him eat slugs again…' underneath all those tears and crying she let out a giggle. 'You're a great friend…' she said putting her arm out to my shoulder and placing her soft hand on it.

'Thanks…' 'Just a great friend?' I thought…

I got up and sat up on the edge of my bed and felt it creak as I sank into the mattress, and I ran my hands through my hair 'Time to forget about Ron then…'

I went over to Crookshanks' bed and lent down beside my darling kitty and patted him 'You'll never leave me will you?' I asked him sadly and stopped a tear from coming out of my eye. I heard a chuckle and a squeak on my bed. 'Bloody hell Hermione, just because Ron dumps you doesn't mean you have to become cat lady from hell!' he said smiling that cheeky look of 'I'm up to no good but, I'm here to help.' I stood up and put my hair comb back in my hair, then proceeded to walk over to the Weasley and opened my arms openly, he nodded his head and stood up and walked over to where I was standing and gave me a hug…

He was so warm, and caring I didn't want to let go… 'WHAT THE FUCK Hermione WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!' but for some reason it was a feeling I couldn't help not to ignore… eventually we let go of each other and it was awkward because I stood there and stared into his light blue eyes 'I believe lunch is ready…' I said before moving out of his way and tripping on the rug 'I'm okay!' I said before leaving my room.

'What…the bloody hell was that all about?' I said to myself and turned around towards the door. The light pink paint made the room look lighter and I heard her Beatles records playing in the background on low.

I went to walk out of the room and saw a frame had fallen off her book shelf, that was ageing as the varnish was starting to peel off it… the book shelf was the one she bought from home that had a massive collection of books on it from the classics to spells and enchantments; even Hogwarts A History was on it… I lent down and flipped over the metal frame and saw it was a picture of Ron and Hermione with a massive crack in the frame… it wasn't a magical frame where the people moved but, it was a normal muggle picture, it was Christmas in their second year and Ron and Hermione had their arms around each other like the good old pals they were till recently… 'Damn shame…' I said putting it on the shelf and walking out of her room and closed the door.

After lunch I wanted to be alone, I sat in the lounge room alone to eat and heard them all talking loudly and laughing. I put my plate on the bench and went to the front door where everyone's shoes sat in a huddled mess. I was looking for my boots, I found them under Ron's slippers and I lent down, picked them up and sat on the stair case and put on one boot at a time.

I grabbed my coat off their old tattered lounge chair and slid it on, wrapped my scarf around my neck which at that moment I wished was a tight noose… I opened the front door and closed it, sniffed the freshly mowed grass and fresh autumn air and began walking.

My shoes crunched in the gravel of the driveway and I began to walk off the main track and decided to find a place to think which wasn't hard at the Weasley's as they had acres to themselves.

I walked around the Weasley property and stared at the sky; kicking rocks as I walked with my boots, autumn had definitely set in. The grass went a funny colour which usually meant snow, the sun shone in my eyes and I covered it with my arm, my trench coat sleeve doing a good job at protecting me from its rays that reached out like tentacles from a large and angry octopus. I walked around till I found a spot under a tree where the grass was soft and over grown and I sat on the ground and began crying, curling up in a ball.

What was I doing? Sitting all alone in the rolling fields and crying over someone I thought I loved who was with someone and didn't fucking tell me? Bloody oath I had the right to cry, I was hurt, felt as if my heart had been ripped out. I considered killing myself but, what was the point? I felt like my soul had been torn in two and this made me cry even harder. 'Why… what did I do?' I shouted and continued crying. My boots which were chestnut brown had worn over the last few years and my feet were cold, I was miserable and I felt like nothing in the world was going to save me from myself… until I heard a voice…

'Hermione… is that you?' I called out from near the trees 'Hermione!' I called out again and listened to the sounds I could hear from behind the big oak tree. The rustling of the leaves interfered with my hearing so I had to move closer to the oak tree to see if that's where she was…

I walked through the grass that at some points went up to my knees and saw her, in the fetal position, her knees so close to her face I would've mistaken her for a boulder…just this boulder had light blue jeans and a cream trench coat and scarf…and brown boots…and golden hair and why the hell was I thinking of everything she was wearing! Why didn't I just ask what her favourite colour was to and call it the Hermione boulder…

I walked over to her side and sat down beside her. 'Hermione…' I tapped her on the shoulder and she looked up, her eyes and lips puffy and red, her cheeks red and damp, her nose runny and she didn't stop sobbing, the breeze moved her hair into her face and for some reason she cried harder. 'THAT BASTARD RON WHY? WHAT DID I DO TO HIM? WHY CAN'T HE FEEL WHAT I FEEL NOW…?' she through her head into my chest and cried. I never saw a girl cry so much, it was like it wasn't gonna stop… I felt her head go into my chest harder and I fell back off my feet from crouching and she fell with me, partly lying on my chest crying…

'Hermione…everything will be fine…' I said putting my arm around her and resting on the other… she didn't move off my chest, she was an emotional wreck, she'd be the Titanic of emotions if it was possible and Ron was the iceberg that made it go down. 'Hermione please stop!' I said grabbing her shoulder with both my hands and making her look into my face. 'You're not gonna die of heart break! You're going to stay strong and get over this!'

He was so straight forward with me 'I FEEL LIKE IT!' I said crying. 'NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU FEEL LIKE IT JUST STOP! HE'S NOT COMING BACK TO YOU AND YOU DON'T NEED HIM BACK WITH YOU, NOW LISTEN TO ME!' his yelling didn't bother me, the stern tone of his voice made me listen and he knocked some sense into me… not like Ron and I got married and then he cheated but still I felt so cheated, hurt and I couldn't stop feeling it. I didn't know if I could love again, if I could trust again, if I could do anything emotionally attaching to a guy ever again because I didn't know what to expect!

'I'm sorry George.' I said wiping my eyes with his handkerchief; my eyes hurt so much from the crying it gave me a head ache. 'God Granger… if I knew you could cry like that I would've bought jugs so you could fill 'em up and then we could drink them together and see what happens.' I looked at him, his ginger hair gleaming in the sun light, his smile made me laugh as did his stupid and sarcastic comments. He lied on his back on the grass 'Hermione… I know how you feel…' I lied back on the grass beside him as he explained when one of his girlfriends cheated on him and that the only thing that saved him was his twin, Fred.

'You don't speak about Fred much anymore…' I said looking at him through the grass, the grass whisked his face which looked smooth and distant compared to how he was when Fred was alive, which was happy, full of life and cheerful…lately he looked drained. He looked older than 20…

'What's there to say? He's up there.' He said pointing up at the sky and his eyes relaxed, he didn't blink and he fell silent… 'I wanted to join Freddie after he died… it was like half of you dies when your twin dies… he was my best friend… what gave me reason to live was my family…' he said not staring at me but staring up at the sky still as the afternoon drew on. I felt sorry for him… he didn't have a lover in his life, spent most of his days at work making everyone happy but himself…

'What stopped you from killing yourself?' I asked him sitting up and twisting my hair and pulling leaves out of it, curls were like nets for twigs and such it was annoying. 'I didn't think it was worth it, he wouldn't want me leaving our family for his sake, he'd want me to move on… he'd want me to try to live and find happiness again…' tears were in his eyes and I put my hand out to him and his hand slipped in mine. 'Have you found happiness?' I asked him… 'No…but, I think I'm almost free…' I gave him a small smile and we continued talking…