Chapter 2:Heartbreak

A/N: I DON'T OWN THEESE CHARACTERS! J.K ROWLING DOES! The plot is mine though...I SWEAR!

Hermione was just tucking into her dessert when the door opened with a creak. "That door needs oil," she thought to herself, glancing up to see who had entered the cafe. As a reward, she caught a quick glimpse of a familiar mop of red hair. A blinding grin crossed her face and she opened her mouth to call him over. But as she did so she remembered that Draco was with her so she quickly shut her mouth, keeping their secret. She also noticed that Ron's gaze was trained on something. Or more precisely...someone. A beautiful raven haired beauty, in fact who looked like she was waiting for him, nursing a cappuccino. Hermione watched, astounded, as Ronald Weasley's eyes drifted to the full pink lips and felt tears well up in her eyes as he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip and began to stride over to where the gorgeous female sat.

"What are you looking at?" Draco intterupted her Ron watching. In response she just nodded to where Ron had reached the beauty. Hermione felt a tear slip down her cheek as Ron pressed his lips to the other woman's and kissed her passionately. Hermione brought her hands to her mouth and let a muffled sob escape. Ron had never kissed her like that. Draco whirled around to where she had nodded and fury clouded his handsome features. Hermione watched as he clenched and unclenched his fists in anger under the table. He turned to face her and his face immediately softened. She let her hands fall from her face and let her tears run down her face. Draco took one of her small hands in his own larger one. He marveled at how good it felt in his grasp. "So soft," he thought. He started rubbing his thumb across her knuckles in what he hoped to be a soothing manner.

"Shhh.."Draco said softly. "It's alright, Mione. I am here for you"

"I just can't beleive he did this two days before our wedding," she whispered, miserably. " Am I not pretty enough? Am I not smart enough? Am I not-"

"Enough!" Draco told her. "Hermione, you are the smartest most beautiful witch I have ever met. You are funny, charming and altogether a man's vision. It's the Weasel who doesn't deserve you!" he explained softly, coming around to the other side of the table and putting his arms around his friend. She turned her head into his shoulder and he let her tears soak his blazer.

"I want to go home, Draco. Please?" she whispered into his her.

"Of course, Mione" he complied, giving her a hand up but keeping his left arm around her dropped the arm around her waist and dug into his pocket to find some galleons. He let them clatter onto the table and picked up Hermione's bag and his sunglasses. With that he put a hand on her shoulder, letting her know that he was there. He then proceeded to guide her towards the door but stopped as she began to make her way over to Weasley. She looked back over her shoulder miserably and he smiled encouragingly at her. She smiled weakly back and then turned around to tap Ron sharply between the shoulder blades. The man in question jerked up out of his snogging session with the faboulous one. He nearly got whiplash, he turned around so fast.

"Mione?" he said in a suprised tone.

"You don't get to call me that," she growled out, ripping off the engagement ring and pressing it into his palm.

"Yes, I do!" he laughed. " You are going to be my wife soon!"He tried giving her back the ring but she shoved it back at him with a growl.

"How could you, Ron?" she said, queitly, gesturing to the female perfecty poised on the chair with her hand on the small of Ron's back. " Two days before our wedding. Really? When we were you going to tell me? Saying our wedding vows or when it came to saying 'I do'? Well, I can tell you Ron that I have saved you the trouble. WE ARE OVER! DONE! I never want to see you again. You have hurt me in a way that no one else has. You gave me love and then took it away, bruatally. I am finished with you, Ronald Weasely. Goodbye."

A/N: Well?! Bad? Good? So so? Sorry if this dampened your good mood. I promise the next one will be happier! Comment?! Please? I'll get you an ice cream.../p