A/N Guess what? I just figured out how to put in author's notes! Yah! I want to say a big thank you to all 4 of my reviewers (count them 4 reviews), because I really appreciate it.I realize that some people don't like the songs I use ( i.e. Peices of Me), but I hope it doesn't get in the way of the story ( If you are one of these people please give it another chance!) Sorry for the late update been very busy lately. This chapter took me so long to write so please read & review! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the song Peices of Me or the song Time After Time. J.K. Rowling, Ashlee Simpson and Cyndi Lauper do. (unfortunately) But I do own the plot and Professor Calliway.

Broken

There was a line starting at the Great Halls doors and almost going up the stairs. The auditions were today and she knew they were ready. People were practicing in line, tuning their instruments and singing.

"Okay, guys we'll do fine, they haven't practiced half as long as we have." Ginny said. This was her last chance, if they were turned down that was the last straw. If it wasn't meant to happen than it wouldn't and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Witches Brew, please come in," Professor McGonagall said motioning to them.

Hermione held her breath the entire time they were setting up. She was so nervous, but she didn't know why. They were only performing in front of three people: McGonagall, Dumbledore and the new music teacher Professor Calliway. She forced herself to take a few deep breaths. "Okay guys "Time" one two, one two three four. If you're lost you can look and you will find me, time after time. If you fall I will catch you, I will be waiting time after time, time after time..........."

"Wow, they actually applauded!" Lavender said after the audition.

"Thanks guys," Hermione said as she gave them each a hug. "I really appreciate it."

"No problem," Ginny said "But they haven't officially said we will play at the Yule Ball yet."

"Your kidding, they should have just told us, it would have saved time. The results will be up tomorrow, so might as well relax until then." Lavender said kicking her shoes off and settling into a chair.

That night at dinner Ron's foot kept hitting hers under the table causing her to giggle uncontrollably.

"God you two," Harry shouted slamming his glass on the table.

"What?"

"Ron will you just ask her out so I can eat in peace," Harry commanded as he looked around the table for Ginny.

"Harry!" they said in response, though they were both blushing and Hermione couldn't help thinking I wish. She liked the way he through back his hair and laughed when she said something funny and the way their arms brushed together when they walked to the common room. He was definitely flirting.

When Hermione had walked through the portrait hole the first thing she saw was a gigantic banner stretching from one side of the room to the other that read: "Congratulations-Hermione, Ginny, Parvati and Lavender!"

"What in the world?" Ron said looking around

"Hermione, we're playing at the Yule Ball, they loved us!" Ginny excitedly shouted from the other side of the room and walking over to them.

"Oh my gosh, I can't believe it!" Hermione said as she hugged Ginny.

"Hermione that's great," Ron congratulated just before (to Hermione's surprise) kissing her on the cheek. She stood stunned, touching the spot were he had kissed her for quite a while, but she was brought back to reality when Harry spoke.

"Wow my girlfriend and my best friend's cru..." Harry's mouth snapped shut as Ron elbowed him in the ribs before he could finish his sentence.

Hermione turned to them "What was that?" she asked, blushing.

"Oh nothing," Ron said hurriedly, a little too hurriedly.

"Oh Hermione, Dumbledore says he needs you to write one more song, and that will cover the entire dance.

"No problem."

The next day during Charms Hermione got up the courage to give Ron a note asking him to the Yule Ball.

His replay read: I would but I wasn't planning on going with anyone. I'm a bachelor (hahaha)! I actually wasn't going to go at all, too much of a hassle, but I really want to hear you play!

Hermione felt her heart break as she read this note. "At least he was sweet about it," she thought. The plan was still in action though, and she let herself believe he turned her down because he had never heard her play.

"I asked him to the dance," Hermione stated gloomily to Harry during a homework session in the Common Room.

"You did?! What did he say?" he asked.

"He said he wasn't going with anyone, and that includes me. He said he's going to be a bachelor," she replied putting quotes around the word.

"Oh, he did?" Harry said guiltily as he looked at the floor.

"Harry, what's going on? Please tell me!" she begged as she reached for his hand.

"Come with me," he said quickly as he grabbed her arm and began pulling her towards the Owlery. They climbed the seemingly endless steps and rounded the corner opening to the Owlery. Then Hermione saw something she never thought she would: Ron and a Slytherin girl were sitting on the ledge, holding hands, with her head on his shoulder. Tears welled in her eyes when she realized that he had lied to her, and turned her down so he could be with a Slytherin girl, of all people. Ron turned around, and jumped nearly causing his date to fall off the ledge.

"Hermione, what are you doing here?" he asked trying his best to look innocent.

She wasn't going to blow up at him; she didn't want to give him the satisfaction. So, instead she calmly walked out of the room, but not before whispering a thank you to Harry (who didn't try to stop her).

"Hermione, wait please! It's not what you think!" he shouted, but it was too late she was already half way to portrait hole. That's when she started crying. How much more of this would she have to take?

"Although it would of broken my heart I much rather of heard it from him. Then maybe I wouldn't of gotten so upset," she thought. When she finally reached her dormitory her fury was overflowing. What about today at lunch, was he just messing with her head? She slammed the door shut causing pictures on her shelf to come tumbling down. Hadn't Harry made countless jokes and remarks about Ron liking her? It just didn't make sense.

A wave of self-pity engulfed her only to be replaced by (once again) anger. "Dumbledore wants me to write another song, I'll give him another song!" she muttered to herself menacingly. With that she grabbed a quill from the table and began furiously writing.