TO MEND A BROKEN HEART

Disclaimer: I don't own either Harry Potter. I don't mean to cause harm or confusion. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. I gained no profits from this story. This is written purely for my own entertainment.

Warnings: Slash, M/M love. (DON'T LIKE DON'T READ)

AUTHOR NOTE :Please enjoy and leave reviews

CREDIT(BETA): Thank you StarGazingAtMidnight.

Chapter 5

Harry shifted uncomfortably on the couch, groaning loudly.

'Damn Krum,' Harry thought viciously. 'Damn Krum for bringing so many damn Fire whiskeys and making me finish almost half of them. Damn the sun for shining so brightly and blinding me and burning my ass!'

Grudgingly, Harry tried to sit up, letting out another groan when the pounding in his head increased. Slowly he drew his hand up to his forehead and just as carefully rubbed it doing whatever he could to ease up the effect of his hangover.

All Harry can remember is Viktor dragging him to the couch to sleep and leaving just like that when Harry finally had enough of Fire whisky and collapsed and sleep on the floor. God, that is embarrassing and painful at the same time.

"Father?"

Harry immediately jolt up when he heard a familiar voice calling him and immediately hissed in pain when he felt like someone had just knocked his head with a heavy hammer.

"Bloody hell." the used to and still is Golden Boy mutter lowly his breath and grudgingly open his eyes and slowly James's adorable face appeared.

"Hey there mate, is there anything that you want?" Harry suppressed the pounding pain in his head and tried to pay full attentions to his son. James bit his bottom lip and shrugged while gripping his pyjamas, before finally murmuring a few words. "What?" Harry asked when he couldn't make anything from James mosquito like voice.

"I'm hungry." James finally says louder.

"Oh, hang on buddy. I'm going to make you something for breakfast."

"Lunch." James looked up at his father in confusion, nose scrunched up and eyes mystified.

"Bloody hell! It's already afternoon? Okay, I'll make…something." Harry quickly shot up, completely forgetting he had just swore in front of a three year old. He curled his fingers into a fist, furious with himself for letting his son to starve till lunch. Damn again for those Fire Whiskeys. He'll not be drinking them again anytime soon. He really needs to find someone to help him in the meanwhile.

"Ron, are you even listening to me?" Hermione questioned in annoyance, standing in front of her dazed looking husband who is sitting in front of the fireplace, trying to grab her husband full attention.

"I'm sorry. What?" Ronald Weasleys inhales and exhales clumsily. He isn't really in the mood to talk now and Harry's fight with Ginny recently just made everything worse. It just made him realize something…Somehow, he needs to see Harry.

"Can you please listen to me for once Ronald? You can't quit your job just like that! It's maddening; you are in top of your game now. Why would you want to stop what you like best?" Hermione sighed, softening her voice.

She was in shocked when she found out that her husband submitted a resignation letter to the Ministry of Magic just after that day of the big fight between Harry and Ginny the other day. In addition, Ron looks confused and sometimes frustrated lately, as if he had done something wrong and forgotten it, yet couldn't shake off the pestering feeling. She loves Ronald, but sometimes it's incredibly frustrating to see him laze around and do nothing but eat. He was lucky to even be considered to become an Auror and now when he's given a promotion, he threw it all away just like that!

"I'm sorry doing this without discussing with you Mione, but becoming an Auror is not what I like best… I need time to think. Let's have children, Mione… I want a family, Mione. I don't even mind if I become a stay at home dad. I can continue to work with Fred and George if the income that you are worried about. Besides, I have shares in WWW now, it's not like we'll ever be short of galleon." The ginger haired man looked nervously at his wife, who could only stare at him in disbelief.

"I thought we already discussed this, Ron. We are not ready to have kids yet! We are still building our careers up. We need more time, Ron. I'm on my way to the peak of the Ministry, having children now will only be…burdensome." The already matured and beautiful Hermione kneels in front of Ronald and holds her husband's hands, soothing him. Hermione would like the idea of being a mother, but not now.

"I'm ready, Mione, you're the one who's not. I want to be a father. I don't want to be an Auror. I thought I wanted it but…no. I'm sorry." Ron shook his head miserably.

"I can't believe it. You are so immature Ronald Weasley. I can't believe I married a bloke like you! What else do you want? To be able to become an Auror is already not good enough for you. Can you find a place in that gooey brain of you to buck up and be a man like you're supposed to be?" Hermione yelled in frustration and threw her hands up to the air, stopping dead when she realized what she has said.

"I'm-. I'm sorry Ron. I don't-."

"No. You're right. There's nothing good about me after all, isn't there?" Ron snapped back, hurt blazing in his blue eyes.

"Look Ron, I don't mean it like that… I wasn't thinking straight." She fumbled over her words, stuttering in her shame.

"Mione, maybe we should take a little break for a while."

"What? What do you mean by that? Just because I'm not ready to have kids yet you're thinking of divorcing me?!"

"I'm sorry. I know it will sound selfish but I need time to think and it would be better if we're by ourselves for a while. I-I'll go away, you can use this house." Ron smiled forcefully as he muttered words of leaving.

"Ron, what are you talking about? Are you seriously talking about breaking up?" Hermione whispered in disbelief, looking at Ron Weasley as if he has lost his mind.

"I don't know, Mione. I don't know." Ron sighed and without looking back, apparated away from the house.

Harry looked closely to his son, who was quietly eating his eating lunch politely.

Too politely.

James is eating his spaghetti with his fork and spoon, like an adult. Harry more or less expecting a small mess here and there but there is nothing. Heck, his side of the table is even messier than three year old's.

"Hey kiddo, do you want to go anywhere? Any places you like." The boy who lived gives his son a lopsided grin while waiting for a reply.

James promptly looks at his father and grips his knuckles tightly, eyes darting anywhere but to his father. This, of course, didn't escape Harry's seeker eyes. But at that moment, Harry chooses to do nothing, or to be more precise, don't know how to do anything. He doesn't know how to handle James and he starting to regret that now, wishing he'd spared more time for his son.

"Bud, do you-do you want to...talk?" Harry gives his son a small smile and nervously inhales, wondering whether he's ready to talk to his only son who he sadly hasn't had time to properly talk to before.

James Potter stared at his own father, and gave a dejected head shake.

Sighing inwardly, Harry reached out to James's petite hand across the table. "Buddy, you can talk to me if you ever need a talk. I promise I'll be there for you; I'll be there to listen…this time. I will give you the best answer I can think of, I promise."

James Potter once again stares at his father with a vacant expression for a while, wiggled his hand out of his father's grip and continued to eat his spaghetti like the conversation a second ago never happened.

Harry sadly retracted his own hand and continued looking at his son miserably.

He really needs to fix this.

AN: Would you guys please leave some reviews before I'm heartbroken and stop writing? I need some opinion or ideas…