A/N: Song's not mine. Its by Faith Hill

Disclaimer: Once again, not mine.

She sat at the café, a light breeze blowing her hair, a coffee mug against her hand. She sighed and took a sip of her coffee. The light danced from the streetlights. She sat at table, against the crowed Diagon Alley streets.

"You have to get out more. Meet new people. Meet new guys." Ginny said, patting her friend's hand.

Hermione looked up from black swirling contents of the mug; "I need a job."

"Well, you do need a job, but … Hermione you can't just mope around the house. Get over it, he has."

"Do you think --- Ron." She exclaimed, her head flying up and staring up at the crowded streets. There he was, Karen clinging to his arm, Harry walking at his side. They were all laughing and talking.

You never looked so good
As you did last night
Underneath those city lights

"Hermione." Ginny sighed. Hermione's hand gripped the edge of the table. Her eyes gleamed with excitement. Ron, Karen, and Harry walked by their table. Hermione's eyes followed until he was out of sight.

"Was it just me? Or did Ron look over here?" Hermione asked hopefully.

"Hermione, dear, you are acting strange. You never get fed up over guys, especially my brother. Let's go." She got out of her chair and pulled Hermione from hers. Hermione's eyes were stilling gleaming hopefully. Ginny pulled her down the street.

There, walking with your friend
Laughing at the moon
I swear you looked right through me

"How could I let him go?" Hermione asked Ginny, later as the sat on the couch. "He was the best thing I ever had." She pulled out the picture of herself and Ron out of her pocket. She rubbed the picture against her cheek. "I am such an idiot. And Ron, he does seem fazed by this. I mean here I am, living in my best friend's house all depressed and Ron's just…"

Ginny sighed, an activity the was becoming very popular in her house, "Hermione, when you first left Ron was like this. Depressed and withdrawn. But he got over it. And I know you can too."

"But how?" Hermione asked. " I know I just realized I loved him two weeks ago, but it's so strong. It's has like taken over my body, my love for him. Why? Me, rational Hermione? How did I let this happen?"

Ginny sighed once more. "Love happened."

But I'm still living with your goodbye
And you're just going on with your life

Hermione tossed and turned in her bead that night, her thoughts drifting back to Ron. "Hermione, I l-" why oh why had she listened to Victor? She walked into her bathroom and groped for the light switch. She turned on the light and looked at her reflection. Her hair was thin, there were bags under her red puffy eyes, and her face had the most pitiful look about it. She splashed some water on her face and stumbled her way through the house and into the kitchen. She took out a mug and poured herself some milk. She was in the living room when she completely lost it.

How can you just walk on by
Without one tear in your eye

Don't you have the slightest feelings left for me?

With the sound of something falling, Ginny got out of bed. She wrapped a robe and quickly walked down the hall, a lighted candle held in her hand. She could hear sobbing. She looked down from the top of the stairs and saw Hermione, lying in front of the fireplace sobbing hysterically, her whole body shaking.

"Why doesn't he love me?" she cried, her words coming out choked. Ginny took out her wand, cleared the split milk and sat next to Hermione.

"Let him go." Ginny soothed. She ran a hand down Hermione's hair.

Hermione sat up, her eyes wide with excitement. "He loved me Ginny, or at least liked me. He told me. But how, how can he just stop loving me?" she began to sob into Ginny's shoulder.

"Let it out, dear." Ginny said.

Maybe that's just your way
Of dealing with the pain
Forgetting everything between our rise and fall
Like we never loved at all

It had been three weeks since Hermione's breakdown. Hermione now worked at Florish & Blott's as assistant manager. She never once talked of Ron. Though she thought of him all the time, she pushed her thought all to once side of her mind and let stopped letting her heart control her. She had seen Ron a few times. He had visited Ginny. The visits were awkward, especially when Karen came. She looked at the calendar. "It's Friday." One of her co-workers, Lydia, exclaimed. "Are you doing anything tonight?"

"No." Hermione said, turning back to her work.

"I could hook you up with my cousin."

"Well maybe?"

"C'mon Hermione. It'd be good for you. I don't think I've ever seen you laugh. You know, Howie has a great sense of humor."

"Well, I guess so-"

"That's great! Be at the Three Broomsticks at eight." (A/N: I'm mixing up the lyrics. I'm putting some lines in front of some other. But it will work out better, k?)

Time is leaving us behind
Another week has passed
And still I haven't laughed yet

"I am so happy for you Hermione." Ginny said that night as she played with Hermione's hair. "You're finally getting out!"

Hermione inwardly sighed. She felt like she was cheating on Ron by going on this date. Even though they weren't dating. Or even talking to eachother. But when she and Ron did see each other it was like this mental connection. "How's Ron doing?" she tried to ask casually.

Ginny sighed, "and I thought you were better than that. He's fine. He and Karen are perfectly fine."

"Oh. All right."

"You know Ron asked about you?"

" He did! I mean, he did?"

"Yeah, he wanted to know how you were doing. I told him fine."

"Well that's great."

"Come on. Lets do your make up."

Ginny accio'd some make up and it assembled itself on the shelf. As Ginny's brush ran over Hermione's nose. "How did he do it?"

"Do what?"

"Forget. Not be depressed. You know."

"I don't know. Ask him yourself." She said, the mascara wand running over her eyelashes.

"But I ca- oh well. Lets go."

You, I hear you're doing fine.
Seems like you're doing well
as far as I can tell.

So tell me what your secret is
to letting go like you did, like you did

"They are so pathetic." Ginny exclaimed from her seat at the table. Harry nodded.

" I know. Every now and then Ron looks at her and then she looks at him and they both look away and blush. It's like to teenagers. I wish we could just, just make them snog, but you know Karen."

"Has he tried to break up with her?"

"Yeah but she keeps saying how much she loves him. And its not like Karen has any flaws. She's perfect for Ron, but she isn't Hermione."

"It suck when two people who are meant to be together but are too shy to express their feelings." Ginny said in exasperation.

" Yeah, it is." Harry said sullenly.

"Karen, I think we need to talk." Ron said looking at her. "Karen I think we should-"

"My answer is yes! Yes, yes, yes! I will marry you!" Se screamed. A hush fell over the restaurant, then cheering started. Hermione leaped up from her table and ran out the restaurant.

How can you just walk on by
Without one tear in your eye
Don't you have the slightest feelings left for me
Maybe that's just your way
Of dealing with the pain
Forgetting everything between our rise and fall
Like we never loved at all

She stood on a bridge. She looked into the light blue water below her. She thought she saw a figure in the water. It was Ron. He had a hand on her arm and was staring at her with such passion. " Hermione, I-" she started to cry. "That jerk!" she yelled into the dark blue sky. She coughed and ripped the charm bracelet Ron had given her of her wrist and into the water. "I hate you, Ronald Weasley." She broke down crying, her sobs echoching of the stone walls of the bridge.

Did you forget the magic
Did you forget the passion
Did you ever miss me
Ever long to kiss me

"Hermione, wait!" Ron said running out of the building, leaving an overjoyed Karen in the restaurant. He ran out of the restaurant and into the cold, crisp, air. He found her sobbing on a bridge. "Hermione I can explain." He said slightly out of breath.

"No!" she yelled. "I hate you!" she did not believe her own words.

"Hermione, you don't mean that." He said trying to grab her arm.

"I do." She choked out, her sobs making her body shake. He grabbed for her again. "Leave me alone!" she pulled her skirt up and scrambled onto the railing on the bridge.

"Hermione!" he yelled. He climbed up next to her, but it was too late. Her body plummeted toward the freezing water.

She felt free, as the ice-cold water ran through her hair and over her skin. She thought, she faintly heard, the sound of a man crying and a faint, "I love you."

Maybe that's just your way
of dealing with the pain,
forgetting everything
between our rise and fall
like we never loved at all…. At all

A/N: don't worry. She doesn't die. I could never do that to her… at least not until she and Ron get together, lol. I don't feel like sleeping tonight so the next chapter should be up in a few hours.