Start Of Something New
Harry/Hermione OneShot
By Mrs.CullenTheVampire
Chapter 2: Just Plain Broken
"Hermione, please tell me what happened!" Ginny said wrapping her arm around Hermione, and pushing
Harry out of the way. But Hermione's answer was nothing but a burble of incoherent sobs. "Let's go
upstairs." She said carefully pulling Hermione up off the floor, and tugging her along up the stairs. Harry
trudged to the living room and plopped down onto the couch, face in hands.
"How could he do this to her?!" Her muttered angrily. "How could he do this to Hermione? This is worse
than anything he's ever done before!" He thrusted his fist through a pillow beside him, and sent feathers
flying everywhere. He barely noticed.
About a half hour later, Ginny appeared at the bottom of the stairs, eyes glaring, teeth barred, and fists
clenched.
"Ron is being an asshole." She muttered. "Everything he says ends up hurting her. I'm glad she decided to
call off the wedding." She disappeared into the kitchen. Harry, curious for Hermione's condition, ran up
the stairs, and knocked lightly on her door.
"It's open." A barely audible voice murmured.
"Hermione?" Harry asked, poking his head through the door. He looked into the room and saw Hermione
curled up in a ball in the middle of her bed, eyes red, cheeks flushed, and soft whimpers come out of her
mouth.
"Oh Harry, I don't know what to do anymore." Her voice was sore and raspy from crying so much. "I don't
know how to be happy. I keep going through the same thing over and over again."
"Same?" He asked, as he sat down at the edge of the bed.
"It's not the first time he's ever yelled at me like that. It seems like all the feelings we thought we had for
each other were used up in the first couple of years of our relationship."
"Has he ever hit you before?" Harry asked clenching his jaw.
"No. This was the first time. But still, reason enough not to tolerate it. I'm just glad that this happened
before we got married so that I could make the right decision."
"He's coming back tomorrow though."
"Yes, but I won't be going with him."
"Right. But, still,"
"What?" Hermione said curiously, sitting up.
"Nothing. Forget I said anything. I broke his nose pretty bad." He saved himself quickly.
"Oh yes. I forgot all about that. Nice going by the way Harry. Who knew you could swing a punch like
that." He could hear a slight smile in her voice.
"Well, I really can't take too much credit. It was nearly half as good as that punch you gave Malfoy back in
third year. Now that was punch." He heard Hermione crack up as she remembered this story.
"Yes it was." She agreed.
"Did Ginny tell you why she's not at Shell Cottage?" Harry remembered that his girlfriend should be at her
pregnant sister in law's house, helping her out.
"Oh yes, she forgot a few things, so she came back to get them, and she had some spare time, so she
decided to come check up."
"Ah ok." Harry nodded. Mystery solved.
Harry closed the door to Hermione's room, and walked down the hallway when he heard yelling from
downstairs. He ran down, nearly tripping had he not caught the banister, and raced into the living room.
Ron stood in front of Ginny.
"Ron! What the hell are you doing here?!"
"Surprise mate." His nose was pretty much healed. He must've gone to the emergency ward of St. Mungo's.
"Get out." Harry said forcedly.
"Not without Hermione."
"She doesn't want to go with you!" Ginny yelled.
"Shut up Ginny." Ron spat. "Where's Hermione?" Ron's familiar words asked.
"None of your god damned business." Harry said.
"Oh yes it is my business, she's my fiancée!" Ron yelled.
"Oh yeah," Ginny said reaching into her pocket. "She told me to give you this." She handed him Ron's
grandmother's engagement ring, Mrs. Weasley had been saving for Hermione.
"What's this for?" He asked, looking incredulously at the ring.
"What do you think genius?" Ginny said sarcastically. "She said she doesn't want to marry you because she
doesn't love you anymore."
"What do you mean she doesn't love me anymore? What did I do?"
"WHAT DID YOU DO? WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Harry screamed. "YOU HURT HER! THAT'S
WHAT YOU DID! SHE DOESN'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE BECAUSE IT'S APPARENT YOUR
LOFE FOR HER IS GONE TOO! SHE SAID SHE'S EVEN GLAD SHE CALLED OFF THE
WEDDING!"
"Please, the wedding is still on." Ron said deliriously. "Now where is she?"
"What's all this yelling down here?" Hermione called from the stairs.
"Shit." Harry muttered under his breath. Hermione walked carelessly into the room, and froze when she
saw Ron standing in front of the fireplace.
"There you are." He said taking a step towards Hermione.
"Stay away from me." She said.
"But Hermione—" Ron was interrupted after taking another two steps.
"God help you Ronald Weasley, if you take one step closer." Said Hermione.
"Hermione," Ron chuckled. "Why are you acting this way, I barely touched you!"
"Barely touched me?!" She screamed. She pulled her hair out of her face so that Ron could see his
handprint still red on her right cheek. "Is this what you call 'barely touching'?!" She yelled again. "Not to
mention this," She said as she pulled up her sleeves to reveal the 'ring' bruise all around her left arm. "Well,
what do you have to say now?"
"Those - were an accident." Ron muttered.
"ACCIDENT! SO I SUPPOSE THE YELLING WAS JUST AN ACCIDENT TOO! YOU DON'T
UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU DID RONALD! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
"ME?! I'M THE ONE WITH ISSUES?! WHY WERE YOU SO DEFENSIVE ABOUT ME NOT DOING
ANYTHING FOR THE WEDDING! I DID PLENTY!"
"YOU DID NOTHING!"
"OH PLEASE HERMIONE! AGAIN WITH THE ACTING UP! BEING LITTLE MISS DRAMA
QUEEN!"
"Ron, I think you should leave." She said on the verge of tears again.
"Why?"
"Because, you and I are done. We're over. I never want to see you again. We're through. You don't come
to see me again!"
"But Hermione, I-"
"NO! And if you can't comply, then I'll just have to get a restraining order!"
"But-"
"Hermione asked you to leave Ron. And now I am. And this is my house." Harry cut in.
"Fine." Ron said heading for the door. "Have a nice life Hermione."
"Oh, and Ron?" Harry said as Ron opened the door. He turned around. "We're through too. Have fun
trying to find a new best friend Mate." Ron slammed the door shut behind him hard, shaking the whole
house, as Hermione collapsed crying on the couch, Ginny consoling her. Harry trudged up the stairs once
more, to try and get over what he had just done.
The next few days passed slowly. Slowly and sadly. Hermione never came out of her room, and whenever Harry would pass by he would hear the soft sounds of sobbing coming from the other side of the door. He wanted to go in there. He wanted to go in, and hold her in his arms, and tell her that everything was ok. HE wanted to tell her that he loved her, and that is she loved him the same way, then that would be all that mattered, and then he would kiss her to the end of eternity. But of course he couldn't do that.
Reality hit Harry hard, like a ton of bricks when he realized none of that was ever possible. And what about Ginny? Would he propose to her? Was it the right decision to do so, if he still had all these unresolved feelings? He loved Ginny, more than he could explain, but it just seemed he loved Hermione that little bit more.
He decided to brush it off.
About a week after the fight, Hermione decided to come out of her room. Harry was sitting in the living room toggling between The Daily Prophet and The Quibbler. Now that Luna had taken over her father's newspaper, Harry enjoyed reading it. Despite the fact that she was now one of his good friends, Harry felt that Luna included a lot of great thought, understanding, and amazing perception of the things she wrote about. Calling her Loony seemed silly now.
"Harry, can I talk to you?" Hermione's voice came from the doorway of the living room. Harry turned around and his heart jumped. She looked…better. Her hair was brushed, and parted to the side, and perfectly wavy, not frizzy at all. And she was wearing the honey colored top that brought out he eyes so much it made his heart leap.
"Sure Hermione." He said patting the seat on the couch next to him. She walked around the furniture and sat down.
"Harry, there's something I need to tell you. You've been my best friend for about 10 years. And lately, it's like you've been more, which is why I wish it could be more. Just to tell you, I feel like a huge bloke telling you this. I, well I love you Harry. And you probably don't feel the same way, but it's just that I feel like I should tell you this because if I don't I will feel terrible. And it's not like I don't already feel terrible, because I do. I really do. I mean for goodness sake you're dating my best friend! You ARE my best friend! I know what you're probably thi-"
She was interrupted as Harry began kissing her. It was exactly like to kiss he had dreamed about, no, better. It felt so right. It seemed like they were there forever, and might have gone longer, had she not walked in.
"HARRY! HERMIONE? YOU GUYS WILL NEVER BELIEVE THE FANTASTIC NEWS-" Ginny stopped abruptly as she entered the living room.
