"Kreacher!" Harry yelled, "Buy me Ogden's firewhiskey!"

Harry was reading the short letter for what seemed like the hundredth time, making sure that the words and its meaning had sunk in, and thinking of what to do, as well.

We need to talk, Harry. Go to my house as soon as you can.

What made her think that Harry would talk to her? Okay, maybe he was her friend… But Hermione's a smart lady, she should know by now that Harry did not want to talk to her.

Anyway, if it was Ron she wanted to talk about, she didn't need to talk; she just needed to forget. Talking would make no difference to her feelings; it definitely wouldn't make things better. And if it's about what Harry did to Ron, talking wouldn't turn back time, nor make Harry undo what he did. She should actually be thankful to him; Harry did her a favor. He did what she wanted to do but too weak to do so.

Harry didn't notice that he had crumpled the paper in his hand and just threw the paper towards the trash bin, which landed right next to it. What? He was a Seeker, not a Chaser; he was good at catching things, not shooting.

Crack!

"Here is firewhiskey master requested." Kreacher said behind the door.

Harry opened the door, and Kreacher handed the bottle to him, eager to go and do something else… or maybe just eager to get away from Harry. Harry had been angry too much lately since Hermione had arrived. He drank more alcoholic drinks, destroyed more breakable items (which he repaired with his wand later on) and wanted to be alone more often.

He grabbed a piece of parchment, his quill and the ink bottle and wrote something with a smirk on his face.

Hermione sat at the couch in her living room watching a television show about the way cheetahs live, but her mind was too loud for her to even pay attention to what the narrator was saying. Would Harry actually come? What if he wouldn't? Merlin, she already lost her boyfriend, which, unfortunately, also happened to be her best friend, she needed Harry. She could, of course, talk to Ginny, if only she didn't live with his wretched brother- Ron, of course, not George.

Harry was the only one she had left... It was only Harry she could talk to… And she couldn't dare to think if Harry started to ignore her… Everything would be ruined; her life would be ruined… She'd probably end up like a mess, locked in her room, and hiding away from the scary and hurtful reality. The reality that would crush her dreams of a happy life, play with her feelings and break her fragile little heart. And that reality… was Ron.

Tears began to cloud her eyes as she held her knees in front of her, grabbed a nearby pillow and hid her face in it, trying to muffle the crying sounds she made. She hated herself sometimes for thinking too much. But that was what who she was. The girl who think and analyze things too much. And sadly, she couldn't change that, or ever if she could, it would talk a lot of time. She just sat there, letting the tears that dropped from her eyes stain the pillowcase.

Why are things so complicated? She thought miserably.

She loved Ron… She knew that… Ron knew that… Everyone did! Until he decided to cheat on her… Then… she wasn't so sure anymore. Had she been deceived?

"Ronald!" Hermione fumed as she banged on her boyfriend's door. "Ronald, open this bloody door or I wi-"

Hermione's voice faded away as the door swung open, Ron looking down at her with an irritated look. "What?" But once he realized who he was talking to, his expression changed into shock. "He-Hermione-"

Ron was only in his underwear, which was weird. Ron was always fully-clothed, even at home, because he wasn't too confident with his body.

"Ron?" Another voice called out. A female voice. "Ron, who's that?"

Hermione's eyes darted to the source of the voice… Romilda Vane.

"Oh, it's you…" Romilda looked at her with a look of disgust as she wrapped her arms around the shirtless Ron Weasley, who was gaping at her.

"Hermione-"

Hermione's eyes snapped open as a sound reached her eardrums. Someone was at her door. Harry! It must be Harry!

Hermione wiped her tear stained eyes on her sleeves, put the pillow down and ran clumsily for the door. Hermione heaved a deep breath to calm herself down, straightened up her shirt and combed her hair with her hands before reaching for the doorknob. "Harry! It's-" Hermione's voice faded as she saw a few strands of ginger hair as she opened the door. "Ron…"

I am so so sorry for the VERY LATE update. ; A ;
School has been very hectic and I just didn't have the time.
I'm sorry. :C

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