Chapter 7: I Hope She Breaks Your Heart

The next morning the sun peaked through the curtains of Hermione four poster bed. She didn't want to open her eyes. She didn't feel like opening her brain and definitely didn't feel like waking up to see Ron and Charlotte again. Her stomach turned and so did she. Hermione scrambled to get into her cloths. Nothing could make her excited anymore. There was an upcoming Quidditch watch between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff that morning to maybe raise her spirits, but she thought very highly about it. Would it honestly make her happy? Yes, Harry and Ginny were playing but so was Ron.

"I doubt it", she thought to herself, walking out of the room.

The Common Room was pretty crowded. Finally she made her way through it and out into the corridor.

"Hermione!" said a voice.

Hermione turned and saw just the two she was thinking about, Harry and Ron. Hermione just stood there, not knowing if she should walk away because of Ron or walk towards them because of Harry.

"Hey, Hermione, are you coming to breakfast? We have to get a really quick one in because of the game," said Harry.

"Yes, that's where I was going right now," Hermione said, refusing to look at Ron.

Harry ushered her forwards. Ron walked infront of both of them. Harry caught Hermione snarling at the back of his head after a few more steps she started to look hurt and she crossed her arms while not looking at anything but the floor before her. Harry sighed looking between his two best mates.

Once they were in the Great Hall it was really quite amongst them. Hermione played with her eggs and watched her friends scarf down food fast. Finally the silence was broken by Ginny.

"Ron, Harry, come on! If we don't go soon we'll be late!" she said. "Morning, Hermione."

Ron and Harry got up. Ron didn't give her a second look but only followed his sister.

"I'll catch up!" Harry said.

He sat back down. Hermione looked at him strangely but than starting to fiddle with her food again. Harry grabbed her fork and placed it beside to plate.

"Hermione, listen," he said. "I know you hate the fact that Ron is with Charlotte, but that isn't an excuse to stop talking with him! You both always consistently fight! The reasons are stupid and so is this. Don't loose one of your best mates!"

Harry stood up.

"Remember that 'Mione."

With that, he left. Hermione pushed her plate forwards and rested her head on the table.

"Why does everyone have to lecture me about fighting with Ron! He should be the one that should be told! He's just a prat with another girl. Why should I care," Hermione asked herself in her mind.

You love him.

"No," she fought the voice in her mind. "What if I am jealous? Right, now I'll just go to the game and play it by ear."

She took a breath and got up. Maybe if she went quickly enough she'd be able to catch Ron before Gryffindor started the game. Hermione practically ran out of the school and towards the Quidditch stadium. Harry, Ginny and Ron were walking to the same area also because Hermione saw them not far from where she was running. She called them and they looked back at her. As if Harry read her mind, he grabbed Ginny's arm and walked her towards the stadium again.

"Ron," she said, completely out of breath.

"What?" he said. "I don't have time for another row."

"N-no, I don't want to fight!" she caught more breath and continued. "I wanted to s-say sorry."

"…and?"

"I was being a git and I apologize! I know you like Charlotte and…"

"Come on, Ron!"

Hermione barely had time to see who was swiping Ron away. A long flow of golden blonde-brown hair drew him away.

"I wasn't finished!" Hermione bellowed.

She rammed between them and grabbed Ron from Charlotte's grasp, tumbling her to the ground.

"Hermione!" Ron shouted, helping Charlotte up. "That wasn't needed!"

Ron took Charlotte's arm and they walked away.

"How am I always wrong?"

Hermione charged for Ron. Ron and Charlotte stopped as Hermione stood as a barrier infront of them. As hard as she could, Hermione slapped Ron clear across the face.

"I hope she breaks your heart." Hermione said in a low painful voice, tears falling off her face.

She pushed past him and run towards the school. Charlotte tugged at Ron's arm. Ron stood there, felling completely horrible. Everything around him started to fade and the only thing he could hear was that last sentence.

I hope she breaks your heart…

Gryffindor lost the Quidditch match.