A/N: This was written for Hermione's Haven during #HHBingo21 and for the May Roll A Drabble where we featured Crossovers. This story filled square N2 - Oliver Queen. My Roll a Drabble roll for Hermione's Haven was Arrow and Break Up. I also used this for Cast the Dice for my Full House score with the trope - Break Up.

Beta work was done by Grammarly and xxDustNight88!

This story was written for part of my event Birthday Bonanza, an event celebrating birthdays after the miserable year that 2020 turned out to be. This recipient of a story for Birthday Bonanza was SquarePeg72! I'm so sorry it's late!

Be sure to let me know what you think!

Love always,

~starr

Hermione carded a hand through her hair nervously as she stared at her tear-stained face in the mirror. She looked a little worse for wear, but it was nothing a make-up wipe and a fresh coat of mascara couldn't fix. Glancing up at the clock out of the corner of her eye, Hermione let out a small sigh. Oliver should have been home hours ago, but she couldn't blame him for not wanting to return home after the horrible things that had been screamed in this very room.

She loved him more than she loved anyone, but that wasn't enough to save the damage that had already been done. That damn piece of glass in the damn shop on the corner was ruining everything. Hermione had spotted it out of the corner of her eye and tried to look away, but it was already too late. The reflection started to shift from Hermione's to that of her worst enemy. She had seen foe-glass a few times before, but she had never been close enough to experience its powers.

The part that Hermione couldn't wrap her mind around was how a muggle shop got their hands on a piece of dark magic. Before she arrived in Star City, Hermione helped the Order destroy what parts of dark magic they could find after Voldemort's demise. She was confident they had destroyed them all until now.

The creak of the door opening pulled Hermione out of her thoughts as she turned to see Oliver stepping through. His face was cold as he pushed the door closed behind him and leaned up against it with his arms crossed over his chest. Hermione looked him up and down as her lips drew into a firm line.

"Where have you been?" she asked, brushing a strand of hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear. She took a few steps back until she bumped into the couch, allowing herself to exhale softly, thankful for the added support behind her. Her nerves were starting to get the better of her. Now was not the time for her to show any signs of weakness.

"I needed some air," Oliver hissed, inhaling sharply as he looked over Hermione's fragile frame. She was afraid of him. He cursed under his breath as he scrubbed his hands over his face. That was the last thing he wanted Hermione to feel when she was in his presence. He knew he had a dark side, but he had been able to keep it at bay for the majority of his life. Until a few hours ago, that was. He shook his head. He couldn't think about that now.

"And you feel better now?" she whispered, picking at the rough skin of her elbow with her hand. She couldn't help picking at it; she needed something to help ground her from the sadness that kept bubbling up inside of her. Hermione's initial instinct was to run, but she knew that wouldn't help her now.

"I guess," Oliver sighed, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. It was taking everything in him not to rush across the small space between them and wrap her up in his arms and tell her that everything was going to be alright, but he knew that wouldn't change what she saw in that mirror. He had seen it too, and Hermione tried to explain it to him, but he refused to listen. Seeing his reflection in the glass and being labeled a monster broke him. "What about you?"

Hermione tossed her head back with a nervous laugh and wrapped her arms around her stomach. "I'm a mess. Can't you tell?"

"What do you want me to say, Hermione?" Oliver asked, meeting her eyes from across the room. He could see she was fighting back the tears, and all he wanted to do was wipe the stray tears that had started to roll down her cheek, but he knew she would pull away from him. He couldn't blame her for doing so either. He would have done the same had the situation been reversed. "So, what do we do now?"

A sob ripped through Hermione's body as she collapsed to the floor in a fit of tears. She thought she had pulled herself together, but knowing the response she had to give him was going to destroy both of them. Oliver was the first person in Star City to give Hermione a chance to be something more than Hermione Granger, Wizarding War Hero, and friend to Harry Potter. He allowed her to be just ordinary Hermione Granger, although he'd argue with her every day that she was anything but ordinary. She loved that about him, but their inevitable breakup was still lingering in the air. Taking a deep breath, Hermione pinched her eyes closed tight as she exhaled. "I think we need to break up."

She jumped when she felt Oliver's hand on her shoulders. Hermione looked up at him with tears in her eyes and saw a sadness in his eyes as well. For a moment, she allowed herself to rest her head against his shoulder as another sob ripped through her body. He held her close and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. The gentle reminder of the love that used to be between them caused Hermione to start crying even harder. Oliver pulled his hand away and wrapped his arms around his knees.

"Is that really what you want?" Oliver asked, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

"Of course not," Hermione groaned, scrubbing her hands over her face. "But you saw what the foe-glass showed us. We are going to destroy each other if we stay together. At least this way, we have a chance at surviving this."

"So you'd rather us be shattered pieces apart than the death of one another together," Oliver said, slowly shaking his head. "Because that makes a whole lot of sense."

"Breakups aren't supposed to make sense," Hermione huffed, taking a deep breath. "I don't want to be the reason that you destroy yourself."

"I won't," Oliver started to say, only to be interrupted by Hermione's gentle hand on his.

"Yes, you will," Hermione said, leaning over to press a gentle kiss on his cheek. "I know you better than you know yourself. You will kill yourself to protect me from you. You have seen what you are capable of. I know you saw what was reflected in the mirror in that shop. We need to take advantage of the gift we were given, even if neither of us is ready to admit the truth."

Oliver leaned his head back as he blinked his eyes a few times to hold back the tears he felt welling up in his eyes. "I hate that you're right."

"Then you must hate me a lot," Hermione laughed. "Especially since I'm usually right."

"How can you make jokes at this moment?" Oliver asked, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he turned to look at her.

"Because if I don't, I won't be able to stop crying," Hermione said, offering a smile. She reached over and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you."

"I love you more," Oliver replied, pressing his lips to the top of her head as his eyes closed.

They stayed wrapped up in each other for a few moments before Hermione finally pulled away. "I'm going to go back to London," she whispered.

"You don't have to do that," Oliver replied, watching as she pushed herself up from the ground.

"Yes, I do," Hermione said, nodding her head slowly as she brushed the last remaining tears away from her cheek. "If I stay here, then we'll never be able to move on and be happy. At least this way, we can allow our hearts to heal."