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Author Note: So I got asked not to leave this story as a one shot so I've decided its going to be an actual story. This chapter is in Hermione's perspective and it's to the song The Hardest Part by Coldplay. Enjoy!

Chapter 2: The Hardest Part

She walked into the cold, dingy room that was now her home. Unpacking the few things she'd brought with her she sat on the hard, uncomfortable bed and pulled out the worn picture of her and Ron. They'd taken it when they had first got together, when they believed they would always be together. She couldn't take it anymore and she put her head in her arms and began to weep. She shook violently as she griped the photo for dear life, as if letting it go would prove to be fatal.

And the hardest part
Was letting go, not taking part
Was the hardest part

And the strangest thing
Was waiting for that bell to ring
It was the strangest start

He had said that he hated her, the man she loved with all her heart had told her she meant nothing to him. Hearing those three words, I hate you, whispered coldly from the man she owed everything to had turned off her heart, temporarily at least. She didn't really believe him, he couldn't hate her and she knew it, but she had given him a chance to take it back and he didn't. Then it was if a bell had gone of in her head and, devastated and completely breaking down, she had headed towards the door and walked out of the house, their home. It was the hardest part, leaving him and everything they had built together, but she felt it had to be done. Something was wrong with them, they weren't Ron and Mione anymore, and both were too tired and too stubborn to try and save their relationship, save themselves.


I could feel it go down
Bittersweet, I could taste in my mouth
Silver lining the cloud
Oh and I
I wish that I could work it out

Now Hermione was living in a dark, uninviting, empty apartment that was slowly, yet steadily, squashing out whatever spirit she had left. She had taken one last look at Ron before heading out that door and she had seen his own heart breaking in his brilliant, deep blue eyes. Yet, being the stubborn witch she was, she slammed the door in his face and strode out to face the world. The feeling was bittersweet. She needed to find herself before she could try and fix her relationship with Ron yet being without him, the love of her life, was like being without oxygen and her need for him was increasing each day. She needed to figure everything out, why their relationship- the relationship of two people meant to be- was failing and why she no longer knew who she was anymore.


And the hardest part
Was letting go, not taking part
You really broke my heart

And I tried to sing
But I couldn't think of anything
And that was the hardest part

He had broken her heart, smashed it into a million pieces without a care in the world. Her whole life, everything she had ever longed for and needed, had tumbled down around her the second he had let her walk out the door. He was to one that had ruined their relationship, she justified to herself, and he deserved to suffer for it. She tried so hard to forget about him, their life together, and move on and be happy but for some reason she couldn't. There was this empty well inside of her that couldn't be filled with anything, or at least not anything she had tried yet. She tried to sing but she couldn't think of anything, no song that would lighten her reality. Every time she felt like she was really on her way back to happiness something would make her thing of Ron, what they had, and she would be falling into that deep, dark, depressing well again.


I could feel it go down
You left the sweetest taste in my mouth
You're a silver lining the clouds
Oh and I
Oh and I
I wonder what it's all about
I wonder what it's all about

Ron truly had meant everything to her and now it was all gone. Sometimes, actually most of the time, she would think about going back, giving him and their relationship a second chance. But she wasn't strong enough to have her heart broken again, not yet anyway. She remembered how sweet his kisses were and how they left her; brilliant Hermione, the smartest witch or wizard since Dumbledore; unable to think, unable to comprehend anything that was happening except for the utter perfection she felt in his arms. When Voldermort had been at large, when the Golden Trio had been striving, and almost killing themselves in the process, to bring on his downfall, Ron had been her silver lining in the clouds. He had made her life worth living and had helped her understand herself more then a book ever could. She wondered what it was all about and if, just maybe, she should go back because without him in her life there didn't seem to be anything to live for.


Everything I know is wrong
Everything I do, it's just comes undone
And everything is torn apart

Oh and it's the hardest part
That's the hardest part
Yeah that's the hardest part
That's the hardest part

Hermione wiped the last tears from her eyes and looked again at the picture of her and Ron in happy times and she realised just how desperate she was to share more of these times with him. Even though everything had been torn apart between them and their world had come undone she couldn't bare to be without him. She smiled to herself, something she hadn't been able to achieve in ages, and walked towards the door. She was strong now and she was ready to give Ron another chance, to give them another chance. After all leaving him had been the hardest part.

Author Note: Please, please review. Flame if you want to I don't care. Anyway I hoped you enjoyed it and I want to know if you think I should continue or not. Cheers!