A/N: I am not JK Rowling, you may have noticed but I do have my login for Pottermore! Yay yay yay!

Anyways, I was feeling pretty down and that kind of mood inspired me to write about our favourite couple - I haven't written them in a long time & I've missed them. I'm sorry it's so short, but please don't hesitate to review anyway.

Here's Ron & Hermione & The Breaking of a Heart.

xoxo

She was a pretty girl really; there was nothing particularly wrong with her. Yes, her hair was an array of thick curls, but they weren't the kind of mangy curls that she was so accustomed to with her own hair and yes, she had an awkward smile, but that was nothing compared to the foul grin that happened when she herself had bared her ghastly teeth before getting them fixed two years ago. But despite this, the largest fault Hermione could find with Lavender Brown was the fact that at this moment in time she was sat with her arms and mouth wrapped around Ron Weasley.

Hermione knew, she knew she had no kind of hold or possession over Ron, and it was her own silly fault for not telling him sooner that she had feelings for him. Instead she had waited, and now it was too late and her heart was breaking piece by piece. She breathed in and settled her book on her knee, using is as a guise to peer over the top and watch the couple intertwined.

She shouldn't have used Viktor Krum to make him jealous, nor Cormac McClaggen and now he was just throwing it back in her face. What kind of person does that? To hurt someone so perfect and wonderful and then be left feeling sick and empty inside? And she was too late; he had moved on and she was left behind with only her books for comfort. Regret did not even begin to cover it.

She drew her knees up to her chest and rested the book on her thighs. She was way past reading now. She could feel her eyes filling and her lip wobbling. She could not, she would not cry, here and now in front of everyone. But she felt so lost and left behind: her closest female friend and closest male friend were destined for a future together – you were a fool if you couldn't see the glances between Harry and Ginny; and Lavender had the only boy she'd ever cared about.

A friendship that was based on angst and belligerent anger simply showed that both she and Ron were too stubborn to let the other win, a characteristic depicted here when neither would admit their feelings. Once again, Hermione Granger was too late. She had been left behind.

Lavender drew back from Ron, laughing animatedly, glancing round to talk to Parvati momentarily and Ron gazed around, searching for someone's eye to catch. Hermione ducked her head hurriedly into her book, refusing to meet his eye, refusing to let him see the tears pooling in her own eyes. She sniffed quietly and tried to focus on the words, but they swam on the page as her vision glassed over.

She loathed him right now. She loathed everything about him: his stupid hair so wild and soft, and his stupid eyes that bore into her soul and his stupid smile that made her heart beat furiously. But most of all she loathed the way she loved him so much that he made her feel weak and girly and desperately in love. But he wasn't hers to love anymore; he was Lavender's and this was a fact she would have to deal with.

Lavender stood up off of his lap and smoothed herself down, grasping Ron's hand and giggling her high-pitched, adolescent squeal. God, she hated that laugh. It grated on her, the laugh of someone happy and in love. Hermione watched Lavender pull Ron out of the common room, her giggle echoing down the corridor.

And as he looked over his shoulder, caught her eye and smiled a smile meant only for her, she felt her heart break the slightest bit more.

R/R x