Laws of Love: Chapter 21:

Hermione was currently sitting alone in the hospital wing. It was Sunday, and on Monday morning they would be going on their winter holidays.

She had just finished her Romeo and Juliet book when the hospital wing's door flew open and Ginny came storming in, her face tear streaked.

Hermione got up and automatically hugged her best friend, while patting her reassuringly on the back Hermione asked, "Ginny, What's wrong?"

Ginny stepped back a step and sobbed, "Harry broke up with me."

Hermione's jaw dropped, "Why?"

"I dunno!" Ginny wailed, "I just came down the stairs after having a good bath in the prefects bathroom when Harry stormed up to me and told me that I was a lying bitch and….that…that he never wanted to see me again, that he was disgusted of me and that I brought shame to the Weasley family!"

Hermione gasped, "He didn't!"

"Oh yes he did!" Ginny cried, allowing Hermione to hug her again.

"I just don't understand." Ginny continued.

"Nor do I!" Hermione said, "I'll talk to him, alright?"

Ginny nodded, "Oh but look at me! What about you! You don't have any one since Ron is in here, I should have been there more for you. I'm so sorry."

Hermione smiled feebly," It doesn't matter Ginny. I've been fine. I'll go talk to Harry as soon as I've got the chance."

Ginny nodded and sat down at the end of Ron's bed and had another good cry while Hermione was watching her sadly.

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Harry sat at the edge of the lake, feeling absolutely terrible about everything. He had lost Ginny, completely. She had cheated on him, ripped him apart and torn him into pieces. He didn't even bother to break up with her decently; instead he ran up to her and yelled at her. The look on her face, it was horrible, she was so shocked, so hurt.

Harry picked up a stone and flung it violently at the lake, 'Ytchah!" he said forcefully.

And even that, didn't quite help.

He slumped back down on the grass and sighed deeply. He closed his eyes, and lay like that for over an hour.

"Harry?" a soft voice said from behind him.

"Go away Hermione." Harry said, having sensed her footsteps coming.

Hermione didn't, instead she sat down next to Harry and stared off at the lake.

Harry opened his eyes and looked at her; she looked terrible. She looked tired…..worn out, kind of stretched. She had lost the flair that she had when Ron was around, and when she turned her face to look at him; he discovered to his horror that her eyes were bloodshot and had lost that little light in them.

"Harry." Hermione repeated softly," Please."

"What? What is it that you want from me?" he asked calmly.

Hermione hesitated, then asked, "What's going one between you and Ginny?"

"Well." Harry started sardonically, "That's just between Ginny and me then, isn't it?"

"Oh Harry!" Hermione scowled, "What has happened to you?"

Harry shot up, "What happened to me? What happened to you is the more likely question!"

Hermione looked at him blankly, "Excuse me?"

"You look appalling Hermione!" Harry snapped.

Hermione's eyes grew wide, "What?"

"You-look-appalling! Get some sleep! And stop thinking about Ron for one bloody second and concentrate more on what's happening around you! Don't you know? Don't you understand?"

"Know what? Understand what?" Hermione inquired coldly; she was getting sick of Harry's 'Oh-boohoo-me!' moods.

"And I thought you were intelligent!" Harry laughed meanly, "Ginny is no more then a cheap whore; that is why I broke up with her!"

Hermione's jaw dropped, "That's a hideous thing to say!"

"Well Ginny deserves it, frankly." Harry said coolly.

Hermione got up, and said callously, "You've changed. I don't know why you think Ginny is what you think she is, but if you think so; we have no more reason to speak to each other anymore. You might be one of my best friends Harry, you might have saved my life once or twice; but this Harry, is going too far!" And with that she walked away.

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Hermione and Ginny sat together in Granger's Hollow that night; Hermione had conjured up a second couch and blankets, hot chocolate and several assortments of magical sweets that were piled up on the table.

Ginny sat on the larger couch, wrapped up in a blanket, her eyes puffy from the continuous crying; and Hermione was sitting next to her, poking a magical fire, that she carried around in a pot.

"Merlin," Ginny sniffed, "I didn't think I'd be back so soon."

Hermione looked up inquiringly, "What do you mean?"

"You know, yesterday night you bumped into me on my prefect rounds? (Hermione nodded) well, shortly after wards I came across Peeves: who started throwing stuff at me. I dashed away, and after tumbling down a stair case I ran into Malfoy. Just as I thought that Peeves was gone, he turned up and started throwing canon balls at us! So Malfoy and I dived in here to get away from him. Only Peeves locked us in."

"That's brutal!" Hermione gasped sympathetically.

"Yeah, and the worst thing is; we only had one couch so we had share one. It was appalling."

"Yuck, I'd hate it to have to share a couch with Malfoy for an entire night long!" Hermione laughed.

Ginny smiled, "I'm glad I have you. Thanks for all this; I really needed a cheer up." She said while sipping from her hot chocolate. Hermione nodded, "I know."

The girls launched into a conversation about school until a soft knock interrupted them.

Hermione looked up, "I though nobody knew of this place." she whispered.

Ginny shrugged, "Apparently not."

"Uhm, come in." Hermione called out.

The portrait slowly opened to reveal Dumbledore, smiling serenely.

"Good morning (it was by now already 3 in the morning) ladies."

"Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione and Ginny both exclaimed, getting up.

"Now, now. Do sit down." Dumbledore laughed, sitting down on the other couch.

"Uhm, do forgive me; but what are you doing here?" Hermione asked, once she was seated again.

"Well, I've come to inform you that Ronald Weasley is ready to be awoken. Madam Pompfrey is sure that the potions have worn off by now."

Hermione's face lit up, "That's excellent; when can I see him."

"Right now if you please." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling.

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Hermione and Ginny both wrapped them selves up in their robes before running up to the hospital wing. Madam Pompfrey and Professor Dumbledore were both sitting next to Ron's bed; waiting for them. "We're here!" Hermione breathed as she came to stand besides them.

"Good," Madam Pompfrey said, getting up and bustling away to her little office. A minute later she returned with a little bottle. She sat down next to Ron; uncorked the bottle and held it under his nose. The sleeping figure's face contorted, as if the smell that came from it was disgusting. Then slowly; very slowly, he opened his eyes.

Ron's light blue eyes peered over the room, then rested on Hermione. Hermione eyes were filled with tears of happiness. Ron opened his mouth; then shut it again.

Hermione rested a hand on his arm and smiled warmly at him, "Its alright Ron."

Ron looked confused at this, then he whispered hoarsely, "You're not Lavender. Where's Lavender. I yearn to see Lavender,"

Hermione pulled her hand away quickly, as though she was his arm was in fire. The tears in her eyes became real as realisation hit her.