Sorry this is mostly dialogue, guys. I couldn't come up with appropriate actions.

Disclaimer: I'm just playing in the sandbox JK Rowling so kindly set up for me

Hermione snuck into Lily's room, where she lay on her bed crying, a room Ginny had not had the heart to enter yet. She couldn't see her baby girl with a broken heart. "Lily love?" Hermione sat down on the bed.

"Why did he do it, Mia? Why wasn't I good enough? What did I do wrong?" Lily sat up and looked at her aunt, her eyes red and swollen from crying. Hermione wrapped an arm around the crying sixteen year old.

"Oh, love. He's just that kind of a boy. You were too good. And you didn't do anything wrong. You loved him with a fire that consumed you. Just like I did once. Have I ever told you about my first heartbreak?"

"No." Lily leaned against Hermione's shoulder as the older witch ran her fingers comfortingly through the teenager's hair.

"We met in Arithmancy class at Hogwarts. He was . . . not conventionally handsome, but there was something about him that was compelling. He was funny and smarter than he let on. It was a nice change to be able to talk to him. He was the first boy who I knew wanted me. Just . . . wanted me."

"What happened?"

"Well, we started to get to know each other, and we fell in love quickly. We were never officially together, but we acted like it. He was . . . jealous and easily angered when I talked about having plans with Harry or Ron. That should've been the first sign." Hermione sighed. "But I ignored it. He was possessive and controlling, but never abusive, and when we were together it was magic. The little things became something special when it was us. Every "I love you" was like the finest of Honeyduke's chocolate, and he made me feel like I was special, like I was on top of the world. He was addicting. I couldn't go a full day without talking to him. Then . . ."

"What? What happened?"

"Then one morning, after a storm, I went down to the Great Hall for breakfast and there he was . . . with his new girlfriend."

"What did you do?"

"I sat between your father and Uncle Ron, and let Harry wrap one arm around my shoulders and Ron wrap another around my waist, and we just sat there. And they held me. And that was really what I needed. He absolutely shattered me, pulled everything away when I least expected it. I loved him with a fire that consumed me. And if I had known the way it was going to end, I would have run. And he would have stayed a stranger. He never would have fought for me like I would have fought for him. He wasn't my first love, thank goodness, but he was my first heartbreak. And I've grown past it. I've forgiven him for breaking me, but we are not friends, and we never will be. I just don't have it in me to do it."

Lily crawled into Hermione's lap and looked up at her, the older witch still running her fingers soothingly through the red locks so like her namesake's. "What was his name?"

"Ryan. His name was Ryan."

To Ryan, my first heartbreak. I wish you all the best.