Hey everyone! Thanks for all the reviews! And—finally! I have been waiting to post that chapter for months! You didn't think I'd just let everything go along perfectly, did you? But, I shan't be giving you the summary, which is a grand total of one sentence I believe, for another few chapters. Or a few more. We'll see. I know you guys want to know more about what the heck happened, so I decided to post today, rather than waiting a week or so. Here it goes!

Matt froze for a moment, unsure of what to say, unsure if he had even heard her correctly. It couldn't be possible, could it? The happy couple he had just seen hours ago had somehow had a complete turn around? "Wha—Oh Hermione." She began to burst with the tears she had fought so hard to keep back. She took a step and fell into his arms, crying into his chest. He held her for a few moments as she cried. "Shhh... You'll be fine, Hermione, don't cry. Shhhh... don't worry. Everything will work out." But she didn't stop crying and she didn't believe everything would work out.

He released her after several minutes. "Come in." He said, grabbing her suitcase, leading her inside. "You must be freezing! Here, I'll get you some hot chocolate. Sit down, there's a blanket on the couch." He quickly went to grab the hot chocolate, which was still nice and warm, and went back to Hermione and sat next to her.

She seemed so vulnerable, so broken. "What happened?" he asked as he handed her the cup.

She thanked him. Her mouth opened, but hardly a sound came out. "I..."

Matt waited for her to continue. Noticing how difficult it was for her he said, "If you'd rather not talk about it, it's fine."

"No, no, it's alright." She paused again. "I—I don't know what happened. We were at the table filling out the invitations, and then we started to argue and... A—and that's when he just called it off." More tears fell after she spoke her last sentence.

"What were you arguing about?"

"I don't even remember. When Ron and I were in school together we would always get into pointless arguments. He'd be jealous of something or someone, or call me a bookworm or something, a—and I thought this was just another silly argument, but I was wrong," she concluded. "I was wrong."

Tears overtook her once more. Matt put his arms around her and held her closely as she leaned her head on his shoulder. "Does anyone else know?"

"Unless Ron notified them, no. I'm too s—scared to tell anyone else. Ginny along with the rest of her family will t—take Ron's side, and w—who knows what Harry will do. And my parents! How will my parents react?"

"Your parents seem great, Hermione. Besides, they're your parents. It isn't like they are going to get mad at you or anything."

"I—I know, it's just... I just can't tell them yet. They'll freak out." She sniveled. "Can—can I stay here, for the night?"

"Of course, 'Mione, you can stay as long as you want to. You're always welcome to do so."

Hermione managed a small smile through her tears. "Thanks, Matt. I'm lucky to have a friend like you."

The two sat in silence for a moment. Matt thought over the information Hermione had given him. After waiting a while he spoke. "I'm sure Ron was just caught up in the moment. He couldn't have been serious. You just wait, tomorrow morning everything will work out."

"Oh, no I—I don't think—"

"Just think positive. Everything will be fine."

"Y-you really think so?"

"I guarantee it will, one way or another."

Those were the final words said between them that night. As time wore on, Hermione slowly drifted into sleep, while Matt sat up thinking. Noticing her closed eyes, he gingerly tried to remove his arms from her, trying not to wake her up. He couldn't let her sleep on the couch. Gently he lifted her off the couch and carried her to his room. He pulled down the covers using one hand as he tried not to drop her and then placed her in the bed. A tear still remained on her cheek. Poor Hermione. He wiped it away with his thumb and then pulled the covers over her. He gazed upon the poor girl for a moment. Hopefully she was escaping her pain in her sleep, but he knew he dreams would be filled of sorrow. How could they not be? "Goodnight," he said, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek.

Matt returned to the couch, tossing the blanket over himself. As he laid there he thought over the days events. Early ni the day they seemed so happy. Hermione had picked out her wedding dress, and had estatically shown it to Ron who had loved it. Nothing had seemed wrong this morning; they were about the same as usual. He was puzzeled. What reason did he have to call it off? What could have possibly gone wrong? How could two people who had been so happy just end in an instant?