Ron's POV
I could not believe what I was seeing. Hermione… with him…Why? Well. Obviously I knew why. I hurt her… No, that was an understatement, I broke her heart.
I had loved her so much, I still did.
It was all down to that one night – we were celebrating winning the Qidditch cup. I must have drank too much butter beer. The memory of that night was blurred into one – some girl coming up to me –then Hermione's devastated face.
What had I done?
Hermione's POV
I could still remember that night… The memory was as clear as tap water, but as painful as poison. Harry, Ron, Ginny, all the Quidditch team were celebrating in the common room.
Ron had broken up with lavender – thank goodness – the spoilt princess…
I thought I had a chance, to see if he saw me as more than a friend, now that precocious brat was gone. Everyone - including Malfoy, thought we were a couple. Everyone of course but Harry.
I saw him, he saw me, I smiled shyly… The next part… well… that, broke my heart.
He turned away and ignored me and turned his attentions to her… again.
I saw him bend his head down towards her. He kissed her – it seemed to last forever.
He looked up, turned around and looked at me with a grin on his face. He then did no more than wink and mouthed "Score".
My mouth fell open – my eyes blinded with tears. I turned around and ran out of the room.
I had finally felt what it was like to be heartbroken.
