Chapter 4:Broken

A/N: Disclaimer in first few chapters!
***Hermione's POV***
I woke up the following day feeling completely and utterly miserable. I love Ron but he obvisouly doesn't return my feelings. I just wish he didn't have to break it off in that manner. Nothing is worse then having your husband to be kiss a girl that isn't you right in front of you. It is completely heartbreaking.
The silence in the flat was deafening. I hate silence because it means Ron isn't here. I reach over to the beside table and grab my wand. I wave it and music filters throughthe flat."Oh, no!"I thought as I began weeping again. "Not this song!"
Photograph by Ed Sheeran

Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes

But it's the only thing that I know

When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes it is the only thing makes us feel alive

We keep this love in a photograph

We made these memories for ourselves

Where our eyes are never closing

Hearts are never broken

And time's forever frozen still

So you can keep me

Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans

Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet

You won't ever be alone
And if you hurt me

That's okay baby, only words bleed

Inside these pages you just hold me

And I won't ever let you go

Wait for me to come home

"Ok, come on, Hermione," I muttered to myself as I dried my tears for the umpteenth that morning. " Get up and get ready for work."

I am a Healer at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. I really enjoy helping people in pain or who are greiving. It feels like I am doing something for the world after the war. I mainly work in Creature Induced Injuries on the first floor of the hospital but I am called to other floors when needed. I also help train in the interns, which I love because I have always loved telling people what to do and see the orders followed. What? Everyone has something they like to do that isn't necessarily good!I got up and went to the mirror. My eyes were swollen and red from crying. My hair looked like the rear end of a chicken and there were tear tracks running down my face. " I look terrible," I thought to myself when I saw my reflection. I hurried over to the bathroom and washed my face and my hands. I walked back into my bedroom and put on my Healer uniform. Then I tried to get all the tangles out of my bush of hair. When there was only a few tangles left, and my arm felt like it was going to fall off, I headed back into the bathroom and put on a bit of masacara and blusher.

I put on some porridge, people say that's a comfort food, and I was just sitting down to eat it when a knock sounded at the door. "Who could that be?" I wondered. I opened up the door to reveal the one and only Draco Malfoy who frowned at my attire.

"Why are you dressed like that?" he asked, skipping the pleasentries.

"Work" I told him bluntly.
"Oh, no! You are not going to work today!" he stated, grinning like the Chesire Cat.

"And why, pray tell, not?" I enquired, arching a questioning eyebrow at him.

"Because I have already been into St Mungo's and asked them to let you have the day off!" came the reply.

"WHAT?!" I practically screeched.

" Careful!" Draco whispered to me. "You'll wake the neighbours!"

At that, I laughed. Draco can always cheer me up.

"I am taking you out for the day" he said, continuing to whisper in my ear as if this was top secret information

Where?" I asked him.

" Now that is the question!" he told me, smirking.

A/N: Find out next week where they are going! Thanks to everyone for adding me to their favorite authors and stories list. Reviews much appreciated!