Disclaimer: I DON"T OWN ANYTHING BUT THE STORY LINE. IT'S ALL J.K. ROWLING AND LILA MCCANN.

A/N: OK, this is my first fanfic and I'm new to the site, just now trying to figure everything out. Please go easy on me :)

Chapter 1

"I thought you were just a friend, someone I could talk to when I needed a shoulder."

Harry was sitting comfortably in his giant burgundy red plush chair next to a roaring fire nursing a fire whiskey in one hand and thinking of all that had happened in the last year. The final battle ended with him beating Voldermort. Hermione even slit that bitch Bellatrix's throat. With a muggle knife no less. Harry turned Ginny down saying he wasn't ready for a commitment and she then married Dean Thomas not long after. Fred and George were doing great with several shops open. Molly was bugging Hermione about marriage and babies but Hermione just wanted to focus on her career as Head of Magical Law Inforcement. House Elves were finally being treated better and getting paid. Werewolves could also get jobs as long as they took their potion. Teddy was getting so big and was being raised by Tonks's mother. The death of Remus and Tonks still hurt. Many others died that day as well. As for Harry he decided to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. He had his fair share of chasing down dark wizards and was tired of it. Ron decided to do professional quidditch for the Chudly Cannons and was dating the love of Harrys life Hermione.

Harry sighed at the thought of her. He'd been in love with her for longer than he could remember but thought he should be with Ginny because that's what everyone expected and he didn't want to lose the first friend he ever had. He couldn't stand being with Ginny though. All she saw was The-Boy-Who-Lived and not him.

All of a sudden his fire place came to life and the head of none other than the woman of his dream appeared crying with a tear streaked face. Harry immediately jumped up and ran over to the fire place.

"Hermione what's wrong?" He asked. Hermione choked back a sob tried to regain her composure.

"Can I come over please?" She asked shakily.

"Of course you can. You never need to ask." Harry reassured her. Moment later Hermione appeared in Harrys Library at Grimauld Place and ran into Harrys arms crying her eyes out.

"Oh Harry it was awful!" Hermione sobbed into his shoulder. Harry gently rubbed her back soothingly and rocked her from side to side.

"What was awful? What happened?"

"Hermione what's wrong?" Harry asked worriedly.

"I ju just caught rrr Ron in bed with Lavender!" Hermione choked out through her sobs. Harrys face became hard and stony looking.

"Ron cheated on you? Are you serious? That stupid no good git!" Harry practically screamed. Hermione wiped tears from her eyes and pulled slightly away to look up at Harry.

"Yeah he did. He then tried saying it wasn't what it appeared to be." Hermione said giving a humorless laugh. Harry gently wiped the tears from her eyes and led her over to the sofa. They sat down with their knees touching facing each other.

"I don't know what to do Harry. I thought Ron loved me. But he's been cheating on me since shortly after we started dating. Lavender told me." She looked down at her hands in her lap like someone had just ripped her heart out. And Ron pretty much did.

"I'll kill him. I swear it, I'll kill the little weasel!" Harry said taking Hermione's hands in his making her look up. Hermione gave a sad smile at that and shook her head.

"No I don't want you rotting in Azkaban because Ron's an arse. Besides I think it's for the best. Ron and I never really had anything in common. He just wanted me to be like his mother. And the sex was horrible. I never enjoyed it. Maybe it's a good thing that it's ending." Hermione gave a wider smile trying to be brave. Harry's heart broke at the sight. She was such a good woman. No man should of hurt her.

"Well the offer for me to kill him will always be up if you change your mind."

"Thanks Harry. I can always count on you. You're my best friend." With that she kissed his cheek and flooed home. Harry sat there with his hand on his cheek starring longingly at the fireplace. No matter how hard he wished though she didn't come back.