Chapter 1
A Broken HeartHarry Potter, a handsome and attractive man of 23, stared aimlessly up at the ceiling of his apartment building.
"Harry? Harry? Bloody hell, Harry are you alive?" A voice of another man called through the door. Lazily, Harry picked himself up and out of his comfy couch and tottered over to the door, his work robes swaying care free in the air.
"Harry, oh thank God that you're alive!" Ron Weasley, another attractive man praised, his red messy hair stuck out in odd directions.
"Of course I'm alive, anyway, what do you want?" Harry muttered tottering back into his kitchen, carefully trying to fix his round glasses before he sipped some more of his strong dark coffee.
"Nothing, just wanted to know if you could give me a ride to work, my car broke down on the way, and you were the closest, and if you're about to ask why I didn't apparrate, the streets were too crowed." Mumbled Ron, taking a mug out of Harry's kitchen cabinet and also filling it with coffee.
"Why Harry, why aren't you wearing your-, oh, excuse me for a second." Ron said, taking his ringing mobile out of his pant pocket.
"Oh, hi Hermione, how are you. What…really? Oh well that's great! See you later then, bye!"
"What was that all about?" Harry asked, tossing a biscuit into his mouth.
"Well, Hermione just called…"
"Ya I know that." Harry muttered.
"Anyway, she said that she's coming back from America to visit, she said her work is moving over here for a bit, so she was wondering if she could stay with me or you. Can I have her Harry? You know I like her." Ron pleaded his eyes wide and innocent.
Harry smiled broadly out of amusement, and nodded, he knew that Ron had strong feelings for Hermione, but he was the only one that knew, after he caught Ron staring at her at the end of 7th year.
"I wonder if she's changed a bit at all, it has been at least 3 years or so right Harry?"
"I dunno', I mean, she never really sent pictures of anything just owls." Harry answered, shrugging the question off of his shoulders.
"Oh, BLOODY HELL! HARRY WE'VE GOT TO GO, WORK STARTS IN 5 MINUTES!" Ron hollered as he raised his watch up to Harry's face, then opening the door and ushering Harry out the door to the parking lot.
"Relax Ron, we can apparrate from my house, muggles don't live in here, remember?" Harry reminded him, chuckling slightly.
"Oh, right, I forgot." Ron's face turned the color of his flaming red hair.
"So, when she comes, what do you plan to say first? Going to ask her out or what?" Harry inquired, raising one of his eyebrows.
"Well, I might, except…" Ron was interrupted as he heard a loud POP come from the living room, he spun around and rushed to the room, he gasped, there was Draco Malfoy, his arms around Hermione's waist laughing along with her.
Ron stood flabbergasted at the scene and scrambled back out of the room, Hermione had clearly not seen him.
"Ron? What's going on? Is Hermione here?" Harry asked, wondering out of the kitchen.
Ron sat in a chair waiting for Harry to yell, he did, eventually.
"MALFOY? WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Ron heard Harry demand.
Ron decided to watch, so he walked back in, he gawked when he finally got a good look at Hermione's appearance, her chest had obviously grown and her bushy brown hair was now tamed and frizz-free, she had her hair curled into soft locks, her thick lashes, pink lips, slight blush, and her jeans and baggy sweatshirt with America printed across it she looked quite stunning Ron had the urge to just lean forward and kiss her, hold her in his arms. He closed his eyes, thinking about what could happen at this very moment…
"Hello their Ron how is my handsome best friend?" Hermione said a sly smile on her face, casually walking over in Ron's direction; she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard and lovingly, then stood back to examine him more closely.
Ron's mind froze, he could only hear soft background of Harry and Draco fighting furiously, his gaze fixed on Hermione's sleek figure and brilliant smile.
"Ron, Ron? Hello, anybody home?" Hermione giggled, massaging Ron's back playfully. He shook his head wildly, blood rushed up to his cheeks.
"Ron, did you know that you look so hot when you're embarrassed?" Hermione whispered in his ear, pulling him close to her.
Ron melted, like chocolate over a hot fire. He fell right into her.
His eyelids slowly falling, falling, falling as she neared closer and closer toward him…
"Ron, Ron?"
Ron's eyes burst open, to see Hermione, Harry, and Draco standing over him, with worried expressions, except Draco who struggled to keep his usual grimace.
"W-what happened?" Ron stumbled lifting himself up.
"You blacked out after I had said hello, it was like you were frozen in fear or something, here have some chocolate, I always carry some nowadays." Hermione said, after nobody had spoken up, she reached into her purse and handed him a packet or milk chocolate she had recently become a Healer and that was why she was in America for so long and carried so much chocolate in her pockets and purse.
"Um, thanks Mione'." Ron stumbled, taking the chocolate and breaking off a piece to chew in his mouth.
Hermione shrugged, smiling, she gave Draco a hug and stared into his eyes.
Ron tried desperately not to jump up and scream "Why do you like him, its me who loves you! I'll take care of you, and love you, and anything you want I'll get for you, just go out with me please!"
Instead he just sat, nibbling on the chocolate, a disgusted look on his face. Harry didn't look so happy, but Hermione was one of his best friend's and if Hermione chose to be with Draco, he had to support her.
"So Hermione, you're with Draco now I guess?" Harry said, breaking the silence.
"Oh yes, I came here to you're place to tell you something!" Hermione said, her voice rising into an anxious and excited tone.
"What is it?" Ron asked, his heart pounding like crazy.
Please no! Please don't say it! Ron begged in his mind.
"We're getting married!" Hermione screamed, giggling like mad, looking back at Draco, their noses colliding.
Ron started coughing and rushed out of the room to the bathroom. Hermione's smile disappeared when she saw.
"Um, don't worry, he sometimes gets a little bit sick when it comes down to candy." Harry said quickly, although knew that Ron must be heartbroken.
"Ok, alright." Hermione said disappointedly, and then talked about how Draco and she had met in a diner in America.
I can't believe it, I blew it! Why didn't I just ask her to go out with me after 7th year? I'm such a coward!
Ron thought to himself, a scowl on his face. He couldn't believe that this was happening to him, he wanted to kill himself.
Ron sat on the edge of the bathtub his head buried in his two hands, wishing that it could all be over. Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door,
"What!" He hollered furiously.
"Um, Ron? Are you alright?" It was Hermione.
Ron softened his voice.
"Oh, um, ya, just uh, thinking." Ron said quickly.
" But Harry said…oh well, never mind, could you come out?" Hermione asked hesitantly.
Ron thought about it, but he definitely didn't want to see her ever again, he was just too heartbroken.
"Uh, I don't really want to yet. Maybe later, I'm just sort of thinking some stuff out, maybe I can catch up with you later, ok?" Ron said wearily, he had a plan to tell her that he had the flu tomorrow so he would not be able to see her.
And for the first time after leaving Hogwarts, he felt a salty tear drip down his left cheek; he quickly wiped it away with the back of his hand, and tried to hold it all back.
"Oh, well, alright then. Maybe later…" Hermione replied, her voice getting softer and softer. Ron heard the last final sounds of her heeled shoes, and then when the clickity-clack-clickity-clack were out of earshot he immediately just broke down, thinking about everything that had happened between Hermione and himself, now forgotten by that blasted blonde! He grabbed the closest thing near him and threw it at a wall; it shattered to pieces and dropped to the ground. This was Harry's apartment, "Cripes!" Ron shouted, fumbling to take his wand out.
"REPAIRO!" he shouted angrily, and the object was whole once again, he didn't bother to pick it up.
He heard another knock.
"WHAT?" he shouted, still furious.
"Ron, it's me, Harry, let me in, I have the key anyway."
Ron figured, he might as well, slightly open the door, and yanked Harry in by the sleeve.
"What do you want?" Ron said, locking the door again.
"Just to tell you that I called work, and they said we can have a few days off to settle in with Hermione and Malfoy." Harry responded calmly, as if everything that had just happened was nothing.
"Ya, ya, ya," Ron muttered, facing his back to Harry.
"And Ron, I know that Hermione and Draco being together is hard, but you've just to deal with it…"
Ron spun around to face him, his face red, and his eyes puffy.
"HARRY! DON'T YOU SEE! I LOVE HERMIONE, AND ITS NEVER GOING TO STOP; I HAVE EVER SINCE WE MET! CAN'T YOU JUST UNDERSTAND THAT HARRY?" Ron shrieked, infuriated.
Harry stood, still calm, but looked slightly tense.
"I know you love her, but Ron, they're getting married, and it's just too late…" Harry said quietly.
"HARRY! IT'S NOT TOO LATE! I CAN'T WATCH HER MESS UP HER LIFE BY MARRIEING THAT AWFUL SELFISH SNOB! I'M GOING TO WIN HER BACK! I PROMISE, SHE'S NOT GOING TO MARRY MALFOY SHE'S GOING TO MARRY ME, AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME!" Ron shouted again, he stood there fuming for the next five minutes, neither of them spoke, then suddenly just wrenched open the bathroom entrance, grabbed his coat and left, slamming the apartment door behind him. He knew that Hermione and Draco had seen his rude exit, but he was just too mad to care.
He couldn't believe it, Harry, of all people, his best friend had just betrayed him like that, telling him to just move on with his life, Harry just didn't understand that Hermione was part of him, him as in Ron Weasley! Harry just didn't understand how it felt to see Hermione kissing another man and not even knowing that Ron loved that bookworm of a woman more then anything…anything in the world…