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Harry was a wreck.

Just a plain wreck.

He was a wreck because he pushed away the only person who really loved him.

The only person who ever loved like he knew he didn't deserve, a person who loved him for being Harry, not Harry Potter the Freak, not Harry Potter the Savior of the Wizarding World; just Harry.

Flashback

"I can't believe you're so stupid, Hermione! I asked for starched shirts, and of course, they aren't! What the bloody hell did I do to get an incompetent girlfriend like you?!" Hermione looked at her shoes, staying silent: she knew he didn't mean it. Just let him rant on and then he'll apologize later, like he always does. Harry stood in the corner, waiting for a response from her. "You know what Hermione? It's over; I can't live like this."

Hermione looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "If that's what you want." She went into their, now his bedroom, and picked up a few boxes. Harry's eyes went wide.

"You were going to move out already?"

She sighed and put them down, "Harry, you'll soon see how life is without me, and when you do, the only question you'll be asking is, 'how do you mend a broken heart?'" Hermione shrinked her boxes and walked out. Walked out of the door and out of his life.

Within seconds, he knew he had made the biggest mistake of his life

Harry found out were Hermione was after looking for months. He finally found her house, after yearning for a long time to see her, he found her.

He could see her through the window, talking on the phone with someone; she never looked more gorgeous. Harry decided to get her attention by throwing a rock; she heard it and peered outside. "Harry?"

"Hermione, I just have one question: how do you mend a broken heart?"

"Just leave, Harry, you broke my heart and now I'm mending it. Alone, without you and your neuroses. Good bye, Harry." As she shut the window, and Harry could literally feel the shutting of his heart: He would never find someone as good as her.

Harry continued down the road, in the pouring rain. Nothing really mattered anymore without Hermione. He continued down the road, thinking he heard his name. The rain made him feel cold, but that didn't matter; the warmth in his heart was gone.

He swore heard a voice call his name again but this time he actually heard it, "HARRY!"

Hermione caught up with him, soaking wet. Inches away from his face, she answered his question. "You mend a broken heart like this."

She pulled him in for a kiss.

A/N: That's all I got. Please Review.