Disclaimer:

Me: JK! Look, I made you a pudding. Now, will you give me the rights to HP?

JK: Sorry, I won't. I hate pudding and I love pies. Bwahahaha!

Me: Awww man! I don't own HP!

3rd Person POV:

Hermione slumped down the floor when the blaze died down. During the whole conversation, her heart was racing in her chest. She tried her best to resist crying in front of Cho, she can't afford to break down in front of her. She won't let that happen. But as she sat in front of the fire place, completely alone, she didn't hold it anymore. After all, there's no one there to see her. So she set her tears free and let them flow down her red cheeks.

There's no hope anymore. They're back together and not only that, they're also leaving together and going to Merlin-knows-where. He just toyed with me. Why are you so dumb Hermione? How can you let him hurt you like that? She thought to herself as she cried.

She sighed; of course she can't blame him. He didn't even force her – she gave herself to him and that's just so dumb of her. "I can blame no one but myself." She mumbled to herself as her shoulders shook.

She was a wreck and she was distraught. Luckily, no one was there to see how miserable she was and how pitiful she looked like – just sitting there, shaking uncontrollably and crying for a guy who only thought of her as a friend, but unluckily, no one was there to comfort her also.

She thought of all her friends whom she needed right now. Their comforting shoulders and soothing caresses are what she desperately needed. But they were all gone; Ron didn't go home last night (A/N: Ron also lives there, all three of them. ) and she didn't know where the bloody hell he is. Ginny went to Holyhead a few days ago to meet up with Gwenog Jones and she also didn't know where she's staying. Her parents are living somewhere in Australia and under a memory charm that she conjured to protect them from Voldemort. And lastly, Harry. He was the one she dreadfully needed right now. She needs him to console and tell her that Cho was lying and she was really the one that he loves. But that's impossible now. Harry isn't gonna be there for her anymore.

This is my punishment for forcing myself to him. Why the fudge did I give in? This is what Viktor and I were arguing about last night. How dumb of me! Why did I assume that he would like me back? I knew it from the start and yet, I gave in. I hate myself! Her mind shouted at her and she cried even more, until…

She gasped and mumbled "Viktor" As soon as she thought about the Bulgarian, she realized that she was not completely alone. There's still someone who can be there for her. Someone who knew and understood her well enough. A friend who'll listen and she knows exactly where to find him.

She wiped her tear-streaked face and got up. She turned on the spot and darkness engulfed her as she disapparated.

As usual, apparating was as nauseous as ever and after being squeezed in darkness – feeling like her stomach was being punched and twisted – she saw an oh-so-familiar blinding light and her feet landed flatly on a doorstep. Her hand trembled as she lifted it and rang the doorbell.

After several long minutes of waiting and shaking, the door opened and puked a rather surprised looking Viktor Krum.

"Hermione? What brought you here? Wait, why are your eyes red? What the hell happened Hermione?" he asked her, his surprised face morphing into a worried one.

Instead of answering, Hermione hugged him tightly and cried in the nook of his neck like there's no tomorrow. He hugged her in return and wrapped his arms around her torso and behind her knees. He lifted the crying lady gently from the ground and carried her inside the house.

Once they were inside, he carried her to the sitting room and carefully settled her down on the sofa. He sat beside her, hooked his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to him.

The both of them felt that there was no need for words at that moment. She just cried and he comforted her by running his hand – the one connected to the arm that is hooked in her shoulder – up and down her arm while holding her hand firmly with the other.

After more minutes of staying in that position, Hermione's shaking and frantic crying were shifted into heavy breathing and small sobs. Viktor took it as a chance to ask her again. "Hermione, why are you crying?"

She looked up to his face and gave him a small smile. "Thank you, Viktor. I don't know what I would do. Everyone's gone and I don't know where to find them. I have nowhere else to go. Thank you for being here for me."

"You can always count on me, Hermione. That's what friends are for. But do tell me, what happened? Why are you like this?" He inquired once more. Although, he already knew that it has something to do with Harry. Only Harry can make her miserable like this.

Hermione straightened her posture and suddenly developed interest in her shoes. She stared at her shoes while she told him everything that happened starting from the incident when she woke up until the conversation she had with Cho only a while ago. And as expected of him, he listened to her whole-heartedly, his hand not leaving hers and giving it a slight squeeze every time she stiffens…