A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Word Count: 1055

Hermione wiped the tears from her eyes. No one wanted to see her crying. She was supposed to be stronger than that. She was a war hero, she'd fought Lord Voldemort, stared down the face of death, survived being tortured in Malfoy Manor, and yet here she was, crying over something as stupid as a break up.

"It's not stupid," she muttered to herself as she walked. "A broken heart is just as painful as anything else," she tried to tell herself, but she still felt foolish crying over something so almost trivial.

A small part of her had known she and Ron wouldn't work out in the long run. They were just too different. He'd tried, she'd tried, but in the end, it had fallen apart. She paused for a moment to check her reflection. She looked alright. Unless someone looked too closely, no one would be able to tell she'd been crying.

She shoved the compact back in her bag. The street hummed with cars, buses. She'd ventured out into the muggle world because she couldn't face the wizarding world right now. There, everyone knew her on sight. Here, she was no one, just another face in the crowd. She found a small coffee shop and stepped inside. Her usual shop was out of the question.

"A vanilla latte," she muttered, pulling the money from her bag. Drink in hand, she curled up in a back booth, watching everyone else come and go. At some point, she knew she'd have to face everyone. The break up had been mutual, that didn't mean it didn't hurt. Part of her still felt like she'd failed, that she hadn't tried hard enough. She knew it was foolish. She looked around at the shop to take her mind off things. The large glass windows had blue awnings with the shop name painted across them in silver.

"Coffee Hut, really to the point," she murmured, a slight smile playing on her lips. Ron had always been to the point on things, she'd always liked to be more cryptic, having someone figure things out for themselves. Yet another reason they hadn't worked out.

"Want a refill? Or are you having fun staring blankly at the wall?"

Hermione blinked, pulling herself from her thoughts. Luna Lovegood was standing in front her wearing a long green jacket, a matching beret and a pair of earrings shaped like moons hung from her ears. Hermione could see a red and gold scarf peeking out from under Luna's coat, but thought nothing of it.

"Luna? How did you find me?" she asked, staring at her friend in almost disbelief.

"Simple, this is the first coffee shop in this part of the world from the exit. You won't go a day without your coffee, so I just had to find the right shop. Want to talk?" Luna asked, sliding into the booth across from Hermione before she'd even answered. She folded her hands on the table and turned her attention to Hermione.

"Ron and I broke up."

"I would say I'm sorry, but that doesn't really help anything, does it? I mean, you look upset about it, so sympathy should be right, but it's not, is it?" Luna asked, causing Hermione to smile slightly. Luna did have a way of seeing things that others missed. Part of Hermione was glad Luna had found her, having someone to talk to would at least take her mind off things for a moment at least.

"No, no it's not. It was mutual. We've grown apart, it was time to go our separate ways," she explained, toying with her empty cup.

"And yet you're not convinced that it was for the best? Where are you staying now? Didn't you and he..."

"No, we hadn't moved in together yet. I still have my own flat, not that I really want to go there. I've got a lot of things to put away," Hermione muttered, thinking about all the small little mementos from their dates that decorated her flat, about the picture of them hanging in her living room, about the fact she was sure some of Ron's clothes were still there.

"I could help with that, or I could already have someone packing things away for you, unless you'd prefer to do it yourself... as part of the break up process. I've never broken up with someone or had anyone break up with me, so I'm not sure?" Luna bit her lip as if worried she'd done something wrong.

"It's fine, Luna. Thank you. Wait, how did you get someone into my flat?" Hermione asked blinking.

"Harry already had a key," Luna shrugged. "And when your girlfriend asks you to help your best female friend pack things away, he does listen."

"Wait, you're dating Harry? He hasn't mentioned it."

"He asked me out last night and I said 'yes', and we had dinner and..I know I'm supposed to be helping you get over your break up-"

"I'm glad you and he finally got together, you're good for each other," Hermione interrupted, smiling brightly at Luna. Luna returned the smile, her eyes sparkling.

"You'll find someone too, someone who is brilliant like you, someone who will make you feel whole," Luna promised. Hermione sighed.

"I think, right now, I just want to focus on me, on figuring out what I want with my life, figuring out who I am without being part of the Golden Trio, without being Hermione Granger war hero, just being me."

"Finding oneself is an adventure and I'm certain you'll figure it all out. Harry should be just about done at your flat, I'm meeting up with him for lunch, come with?" she offered.

"I wouldn't want to impose, I mean, you and he just stared dating."

"Nonsense, come on! He's your best mate and I'm sure he'll want to see," Luna replied, giving Hermione a pointed look.

"Fine, fine, alright," Hermione finally agreed, rising to her feet and following Luna. "It's not like Ron's going to be there."

"He's not and you need your friends now more than ever, and Harry's not going to pick sides, you know that."

"True, you've already convinced me," Hermione laughed as she and Luna slipped out of the coffee shop and headed down the street back towards the Wizarding world.