Harry watched numbingly as the love of his life walked away.. And not once did she look back. He unraveled his hand and stared down at the engagement ring he'd given Ginny a little over a year ago. His mother's ring.

He felt his heart sink into the pit of his stomach as he sat on his sofa, placing his head in the palms of his hands as he bobbed his knee up and down frantically while he sobbed. His whole world was crumbling around him, feeling as though he was being pulled under and now there was no one around to save him at this moment.

Was it so horrible for him to want someone to heal him? To give him everything he'd ever wanted in his twenty-four years of life?

Someone to hold

Someone to have

Someone to know

Those nine words repeated themselves over and over in his mind. He picked himself off the couch, kicking the table closest to him while he let out a scream before going into his kitchen and throwing open the cabinet door that his Firewhiskey was hid behind. Harry tossed back the bottle, taking in the contents of the alcohol as it burned his throat. He set the bottle aside and slammed his hands on the counter.. Letting the alcohol numb his pain as Ginny once did.

He finally thought he had it all.. The perfect job, the perfect home, hell even the perfect girl. But as soon as he let his guard down, believing he could live the life he so desperately craved she pulled the rug from underneath his feet without warning.. For six years he had gotten used to being someone she loved.

As the day turned into evening, Harry found himself alone in his bed, tossing and turning as he allowed himself to wallow in his self pity. The bed felt so cold and empty.. He honestly couldn't picture the last time he'd slept alone. Every inch of his being wished he had someone beside him, to feel the way he was feeling at that particular moment. If he was being honest, he wanted someone to help him escape this feeling of abandonment.

It pierced his heart each time he shut his eyes as images of Ginny flashed all throughout his mind.. He couldn't help but recall her smell, her touch. The way they felt like the perfect pieces of a puzzle as they laid within one another's arms.. She would utter to him how safe and secure she felt in his arms..

It seemed as if many hours had passed Harry by before sleep overcame him. .only to relive many of his fondest times with Ginny in his dreams. The following morning the sun's rays woke him from his slumber, causing him to curse silently under his breath. He didn't want to move, all he wanted was to lay in his bed for the rest of his life; Easy enough right?

But the sound of someone pounding on his front door caused him to leap out of bed and dash into the living room. He secretly hoped it was her, begging him to take her back. As he opened the door, he was surprised to see the face of his best friend standing before him.

"Oh Harry." Hermione greeted as she threw her arms around him, pulling him into a bear hug.

"You heard?"

"I did." She told him, a look of sadness creeping over her features. "Luna came to visit me and told me everything. She couldn't believe Ginny would do that to you when all she had talked about her whole life was becoming Mrs. Harry Potter."

Harry winced at the words. "Yeah, well it was a hell of a shock."

"How- How are you handling it?" Harry scoffed and nodded his head over towards the empty bottle of Firewhiskey.

"I figured as much." She replied, shaking her head. "Whatever you need from me, I'll be here for you, you know that right?" Harry nodded his head. If there was one person in the world he could count on, it was Hermione.

"I know." he told her with a small smile. Even though last night he felt as though he had lost everything with Ginny leaving, he was ever so grateful to have his best friend by his side. For she at least loved him.. And he didn't feel so alone.