Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and do not have the intent to make any money out of these stories. Harry Potter and everything related belongs to J.K. Rowling, I just write fan fiction.

Tears, kisses and a broken heart.

"Oh dear!" Molly Weasley cried as she saw the tearstained face of Hermione Granger. "What happened?" she silently asked as she sat down next to the youngest spell breaker in Wizarding History. Hermione Granger still had the bushy hair, but she was no longer that small girl, buried in her books. With her twenty-five years, she was still terribly young, but yet she had always seemed so strong. What had happened, that she was so upset?

"Talk to me sweetie," Molly whispered to the girl and Hermione turned her big brown eyes to the elder woman. The sadness in her eyes was so overwhelming, that for a moment Molly wasn't ably to say a word. "He cheated on me," Hermione admitted softly, almost as though she was ashamed to say such a thing.

"Oh! No! He didn't!" Molly exclaimed, realizing fully that Hermione was talking about her son, Ron Weasley. "Yes he did!" Hermione shrieked and covered her face with her hands, as she started sobbing. "I caught him in the shower with Lavender!" she cried and Molly placed an arm around her shoulders. "He did!" Hermione cried and for a while Molly just sat next to her as the girl cried.

"I hate him," Hermione mumbled as she looked up, but the look in her eyes told Molly otherwise. "That isn't true sweetheart," she said and placed one hand on Hermione's cheek. "I wish it was," Hermione said broken and Molly nodded. "I know honey, I know,…" As Molly spoke she leaned in and brushed her lips gently across Hermione's. "It might seem as though your world is never going to be the same, but it will. Just take the time to heal your heart and, perhaps, forgive my son,…"