I'm so sorry! I keep posting new stories, but I can never finish the ones I already have. Lol. It's just that I get these bloody brilliant Ideas for stories, and I have to write them, or I'll forget them! Plus, I've been really busy. I'm a senior in high school, so I have my irritating mother jumping down my throat every second. Plus, I'm busy applying for colleges, and I've been working a lot, plus volunteering. (At my school you have to have a certain amount of volunteer hours to graduate.)
Okay, sorry for the little thing above. As you know, I usually write Draco/Hermione Fanfics. But I started falling in love with the H/Hr Idea, so… Yeah, this is a Harry/Hermione fic.
R&R, of course!
17 year old Hermione walked happily along the path that led to Hogsmeade. She was absolutely 100 percent positive today would be the day of her life. Not only was it her birthday, but it was a beautiful, crisp, September Saturday, and she was off to meet her boyfriend of one year, Ron. They hadn't really been getting along recently. She assumed he was trying to make it up to her, and rekindle the flames that had burned out, and now they were merely nothing but glowing coals. She hoped so. She loved Ron dearly, she had since she was eleven. They would always be together, that was only rational, right?
He had sent her a note by owl the previous evening, telling her to meet him at the Three Broomsticks. Hermione was sure he was planning something for her birthday. I mean, what other occasion was there? And, because Hermione was so sure that it had something to do with that, she prepared for the day with vigor.
Her usually bushy hair had been sleeked down, like in fourth year, for the Yule Ball. She was wearing a pair of tight, dark wash jeans, a black tank top, with a plaid cropped jacket, and plaid heels. She had to admit, she was quite a looker.
She stepped into the warm, crowded atmosphere of the Three Broomsticks, and spotted Ron in the corner, wringing his hands nervously. Her heels clicked as she walked towards him.
He didn't notice until she slid into the booth, and took one of his hands into her glove ones.
"Hey." He muttered, motioning for a waitress. "Two butter beers." She nodded, and returned a minute later. Ron gave her a nod of his head, then turned to Hermione. His face was blank, it held no emotion whatsoever.
He popped open his bottle of butterbeer, and gulped it down. He eyed Hermione for a brief moment before clearing his throat.
"Okay, 'Mione. I asked you here because I really wanted to talk. I… don't want to hurt you in any way. I just think that…"
Hermione took a sharp intake of breath. No. This could not be happening. It was opposite of what was expected. There was no way Ron would be so cruel and break up with her on her birthday! Would he? She tried to calm herself. He hadn't finished yet. She was overreacting. For all she knew, he could be talking about something highly and utterly idiotic, like forgetting her birthday! Yeah. That was it. He'd forgot to buy her a present. No biggie.
She turned to face him, her heart full of hope. That was soon gone, by Ron the killjoy.
"We should break up." Oh. No. He'd said them. The 4 words that all girls dreaded (unless they say them themselves, that is… lol.. don't deny it!).
"B But.. Why?" Hermione asked, her voice cracking, willing herself not to cry.
"It's just not working for us Hermione. We don't get along, we avoid each other constantly, therefore causing Harry to choose sides whenever we argue. Poor bloke." He said.
"Ron. I thought we had something going, something good. You don't understand. I need you. I've loved you since I was eleven. I gave up 6 years to devote my love… to you! Don't you see how happy you've made me feel Ron? Don't you see how much I've changed? Do you really want to take that away from me?" Her eyes stung with tears. She blinked, holding them back. She refused to let him see her cry. Not here, not now.
"But… 'Mione. It's not working. I love you so much that I want you to have a chance to see what else is out there. Experiment a bit. Give it a couple years. If you still want to give it a go, then we'll try it. I especially don't want us to start out young, hot and heavy, and end up divorcing when we're about 23. So, don't hate me, okay? Just… give it time. I don't want to ever ruin our friendship."
What Ron was saying made sense, but there… was something else to it, that made it sound… oh… suspicious.
Hermione put her face in her hands, the tears rolling freely now. She looked up. Then, she stood up angrily. "How could you Ronald Bilius Weasley? I bet you don't even remember what today is! If you did then you are an incredibly cruel person. F.Y.I, it's my birthdayAnd no, I don't EVER want to get back together. So when you see me, don't look at me. When you pass me, don't wave. And most importantly, if your in the same room as me, DON'T BREATHE! Maybe you'll die and make the world happy." Hermione sneered, irritated now. With that, she stood up, poured her butter beer on Ron's head, and walked out into the cool September air.
Hermione stomped up to the Head Dorms and passed Malfoy on the couch. He opened his mouth to say something, but she cut in. "Don't you even! I don't want to hear your stupid shit Malfoy! So just shut up, and leave me alone for once. I know it's impossible for you to do a favor to anyone, let alone a mudblood, but for once just do it!!!!"
He blinked, then nodded as she turned on her heel and ran to the Gryiffindor common room. Maybe she'd find comfort with Harry and Ginny.
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Harry stared at "Quidditch through the years" absentmindedly. He felt horrible for Hermione. Ron had told him of his plans to dump her earlier, without realizing it was Hermione's birthday. Harry had tried to tell Ron, but he had cut him off, telling Harry not to try to talk him out of it.
He stared at his watch worriedly. It was around 4, they should be back from Hogsmeade by now. He hoped Hermione was alright. He made a silent prayer for her and stared into the blazing fire.
His prayers were answered in a brief second. Hermione came bursting through the portrait, sobbing, earning many stares from the fellow Gryffindors. Harry stood up and rushed to her, pulling her down beside him on the couch, then into his lap and against his chest. She sobbed against his chest for several minutes, her hands clutching his sweater tightly.
"I – I can't believe he b- b broke up with me! On today, of all days!" She sobbed.
Harry held her tighter. "It's alright 'Mione, I'm hear for you. Along with," He motioned towards the small group of people who were anxiously surrounding them, "These people."
"Yeah Hermione." Lavender said. "I was torn up when Ron broke up with me. But I'll help you get through it. I did." She smiled and gripped Seamus's hand. "This man right here helped me. And your absolutely gorgeous. You'll have a man in no time." Lavender smiled.
Hermione looked up, her pale face blotchy. She was pleasantly surprised Lavender hadn't spoken to her nicely… ever. Hermione gave her a tentative smile, and leaned back against Harry, who was twirling her hair around her fingers, a gesture she found quite relaxing.
The group thinned out after everyone had said something consoling. This left Harry and Hermione alone in the common room. They suddenly realized the position they were in, Hermione in Harry's lap, though they said nothing, and it lapsed into a comfortable silence for a few minutes.
Harry suddenly spoke. "Hermione, he will come to his senses soon enough, and I'm sure you two will get back together and start snogging all over the place, like him and Lavender back in 6th year."
Hermione groaned. "One, I'm not ever going to get back with that idiot. Second, ew. Their kissing was so degrading and disgusting. It looked like they were just slobbering all over each other. I think I'm a much better kiss than that."
Harry smirked at her comment. "I'll walk you back to your dorm. C'mon."
Hermione got up, and pulled Harry along with her. "Okay." She sighed, surprisingly content, and no longer upset… at all. Hmm. That was odd.
He walked her to the Head dorms, his arm around her shoulders.
They paused in front of the portrait. "You going to be okay?" Harry asked, his face deep with concern.
"Yeah." Hermione replied. "You know what? I'm never going to have my fairy tale ending. That just hit me."
Harry smiled. "You never know. Maybe your just looking in the wrong place." He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek wordlessly, then walked away.
