First, I'd like to thank FrancieAusten for my first review.
I tried to edit it, but I could not do your second suggestion
since I do not know much about flats. I'll try to research about it though.
NOTE: I am less than a day old, so I couldn't really reply _

Anyways, here's the next chapter, as promised.

Harry didn't know what to feel. Sad to see Hermione sad and hurt, mad to know that Ron had cheated on Hermione or slightly happy to know that they- no… Harry, they're your best friends! You should notthink like that. He reminded himself.

Harry was sitting on the sofa, watching the fire dance in his fireplace. Speaking of dance, he could still remember Hermione walking down the stairs wearing the periwinkle blue dress she wore for the Yule Ball. Everyone had their eyes on her, she looked dazzling. No one had expected it, that a frizzy-haired know-it-all bookworm like her could turn herself into a beautiful young lady with a dress and some potion or whatever she used to straighten her hair. But what did Harry do? Nothing. Yes, he was dumbfounded by Hermione's beauty, but he focused on Cho. And her partner, Cedric Diggory, and how she could have been dancing with him, Harry, instead of Diggory. Stupid. He felt stupid for ignoring Hermione.

Hermione had always been beautiful, nobody just noticed until the Yule Ball when her hair was not frizzy anymore, but under that bushy hair of hers, she was- and still is- beautiful.

"Kreacher…" Harry called softly.

And Kreacher had appeared immediately in front of him. "Yes, sir? Is there anything master wants? Or your visitor, the mudblo-"

"Kreacher!" Harry warned.

Kreacher bowed his head before he smacked his own head repeatedly, he would have not stopped if Harry didn't make him. "Kreacher is sorry, sir. Is there anything master wants Kreacher to do?"

"A bottle of firewhiskey, please." Right after he said it, there was a crack and Kreacher was gone. A tear rolled down from his eye as he remembered Dobby. Dobby the free house elf. If it was not for him, Dobby could be still alive, Dobby would appear in front of him, wearing socks that didn't match and one of the hats that Hermione knitted for S.P.E.W.

And there were plenty of others who died for him. Fred, Fred Weasley. One of the funniest guys Harry had ever known, one of the popular pranksters of Hogwarts, one of the co-owners of a popular joke shop, Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes… and George Weasley's brother, twin and best friend. He also blamed his self for George's despair and suffering. After all, if Fred didn't die, which he also considered his fault, George would be still be the funny and cheerful guy.

A crack made him come back to the present; Kreacher placed the bottle on the table beside the sofa and asked. "Is there anything else, sir?" Harry dismissed him and Kreacher went out again with a crack.

And there was Lupin's and Tonks's death, they had a son! And now, Teddy Lupin will grow up as an orphan, just like he did. It was his fault that Teddy never met his parents, that Teddy didn't have any memory with Lupin and Tonks.

He took a swig of firewhiskey, and then felt a burning sensation in his throat. He closed his eyes and rested his head on his palm as more tears streamed down his face. "I'm sorry…" He whispered, hoping that Dobby, Fred, Lupin, Tonks, Sirius and everyone else who died for him would hear him. "I'm really sorry… You shouldn't have died."

"Harry?" A familiar voice called out, he heard the source of the sound came from somewhere in front of him. "Harry?" Harry looked up and saw a face etched on the fireplace whose fire had now turned green. Ron was using the Floo Network on him, probably searching for Hermione. "Can I ask… if… Hermione is there?" He was.

Harry hesitated, he couldn't just tell him that she was here, if so, there was exactly no point of asking her to stay in his house, but he couldn't lie to Ron. He was, after all, his best friend too.

"Harry?" He repeated. "Is- is she there? Could you call her for me?"

"Ron!" He snapped "Seriously, go away!"

"But is she there?" He repeated once more. "HERMIONE? HERMIONE, ARE YOU THERE? PLEASE, LET'S TALK ABOUT THIS! HERMIONE, PLEASE!"

"Shut the bloody hell, Ron!" Harry demanded. "You're gonna wake up the neighbours!"

"HERMIONE!" He continued shouting. "HERMIONE, PLEASE! LEMME EXPLAIN!"

"Ron!" Harry hissed. "She's not-" But a voice had cut him off.

"What do you want, Ronald?" It was Hermione; her hands were folded on her chest; her eyes red from crying; her right brow raised. "Had a good day with the slut, you cheating git?"

"Hermione," He whispered that Harry and Hermione hardly heard him. "Just… Just let me explain."

"Go on." She said, her face was emotionless, her Gryffindor self, hiding the painful and broken feeling that she truly felt.

"Hermione, it was an accident. I didn't-" He tried to explain.

"What was an accident?" She cut him off.

"Everything… The relationship I had with Romilda…"

"Oh, so it was a relationship? You call it a relationship?"

"No, it was-"

"How long?"

"What?"

"How long have you been cheating on me?"

"I… Hermione…"

"Answer me."

"A-about a month or two."

"Okay." Was all she said, before she walked out to go back to the room Harry had given her.

As she closed the door, the mask that she had used to hide her true feelings had been broken, and tears fell continuously. It felt so painful; having someone you loved and have been loyal to cheat on you for a month or two. It felt like a knife, stabbing her everywhere, anywhere. How could he do this to me? What have I done wrong?

She had been tortured, used the Cruciatus Curse on, but she felt like the ache was something new… something much more painful. Before, all she wanted was to prove that she was worth it, that she was someone to be proud of… and when she received her letter, she felt that it was the best opportunity to prove herself to her parent. But now… all she wanted was to be happy once again. Just like when she was just an innocent 11-year-old girl about to encounter the dangerous fate she had waiting for her in the Wizarding World.. She wished she could have just ignored the letters, didn't go to Diagon Alley, didn't go to Hogwarts, and didn't meet Ron. Yes, she would have missed a lot of interesting things, but it was most definitely better to give all those up than to feel the pain of being cheated on. Well, on her opinion.

A thought had crossed her mind; it would definitely remove all the pain she was feeling. She would be able to escape… escape the pain, the sufferings, and most especially… Ron… forever… She was intrigued, and was desperate… desperate to get out of the situation she was in. She stood on her feet, reached for the glass of water and poured out the contents. She closed her eyes, preparing for the pain she was going to feel. One… Two… Three!

"AAAHHHH!" Hermione screamed as a new kind of pain mixed with the other. A tear fell as she saw the blood dripping from the wrist that she used to break the glass with. She could hear Harry's heavy footsteps banging on the floor, repeatedly shouting her name. She could hear the knob turning frantically, and the door opened, and there was Harry, who came for her and lifted her from the floor. He was carrying her somewhere, but Hermione fell unconscious before she could find out where he was taking her.

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05-14-2013 : I'm sorry for the silly writing mistakes.
It was 12am when I posted that, so.. yeah.
Don't worry, I edited them now. I improved them, as well...
I think.