Tales of a Broken Heart by Adia

Rating: PG13
Genres: Drama, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 31/10/2005
Last Updated: 15/11/2005
Status: In Progress

Hermione lost Harry once, what will she do to get him back? Almost anything. With the help of
Ginny and Ron she will try to win the love of her life while trying not to make what she’s doing
obvious.




1. Midnight Rows
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*"Hermione?* *What are you doing? It's late. Why aren't you asleep? You need
to get some rest.”* *Harry was startled by the sudden appearance of his best friend at the
foot of the girls' staircase.*

`Damn him and his sweet disposition*,**'* *Hermione thought.* *“I should
ask you the same, Harry.”*

*“I-I couldn't sleep" Harry stuttered. Hermione suddenly realized the only reason
Harry would be awake at this untimely hour. He had a nightmare about Sirius.* *Ever since his
death Harry had become more distant with her and Ron.* *He hardly ever talked anymore; all his
time was spent sulking in self pity and guilt.*

*`*You know, Harry, it's not your fault*,' she tried to say it out loud, but her
voice was just too weak.* *Her whole body was weak from crying over her worry for the young
man sitting in front of her.* *Hermione weakly sat down next to him on the couch in front of
the almost dead fire, rubbing his back slightly.* *She felt him stiffen at her touch. “It-
it's not your... fault. He would have wanted to go like that; he was fighting for a good cause.
He was fighting to--save your life--”*

*As soon as those words left her mouth she knew she had gone over the line. Harry's
brilliant emerald eyes flared with fury. “So it is my fault, huh? He--died--because I had been too
thick to realize Voldemort had tricked me,” his voice shook with. He pulled away* *from,
angry* *tears welling up in his eyes. Hermione felt all her strength slipping away slowly with
each word Harry said, each move he made.*

*“Harry! Please! It's not your fault--”*

*“You just said--”*

*“Forget what I just said! I--I didn't mean it,” Hermione tried to calm him down. She felt
hot tears slide down her face.* *She hated to see Harry like this.* *He looked so ...
lost, so helpless. Hermione wanted to do anything in her power to take that pain away. She wanted
the Harry she fell in love with back.*

*“It was exactly what you meant,” he spat back.* *She heard a hint of hatred in his
voice.* *Oh* *Merlin!* `Does Harry hate me now?*'* *Hermione thought,
dreading the worst. Harry's voice tore her out of her thoughts as he said coldly, “I should
have listened to you that night.”*

*“What do you mean?” What had she said to him? For once in her life, Hermione was completely
lost.*

*“You tried to tell me not to go to the Department of Mysteries. You told me Voldemort was
trying to trick me. You said I have a `saving people thing'.”*

*Hermione gave him an understanding look. It suddenly dawned on her why Harry felt so guilty.
She, herself, felt a sting of guilt rise up in her chest. Harry was wrapped up in* *his
depression because he blamed* *himself for running to Sirius's rescue.*

*“Harry...” she breathed, hoping she wouldn't make him even* *angrier* *than he
already was. “People make mistakes. It's okay. That's what makes us human--”*

*“So are you saying that since I brainlessly thought Voldemort had captured Sirius, gone*
*gallivanting* *into the Department of Mysteries, and nearly gotten you and the others
killed, it's just a mistake? It's okay? You know* *Hermione;* *sometimes I really
don't understand you.” With that, Harry jumped off the couch and stormed out of the Common
Room, leaving Hermione to sob in her guilt and pity.*

That was the last time Harry and Hermione spoke. Every time she caught a glimpse of him she
would burst into tears. She couldn't look him in the eyes without being overwhelmed with the
pain of his broken heart. He had gone through so much at such an early age, it just wasn't
fair. It wasn't fair that *her* Harry Potter had been chosen to go through this- through
all the heartache and pain. He was so sweet, caring, and loyal. Now all Hermione and Ron had was a
shadow of the best friend they used to know.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Hey mate,” said Ron, sitting next to Harry in the Library one evening. Harry just mumbled
without looking up from his Potions essay. This wasn't unusual to Ron. He was used to getting
mumbles or no replies from his best friend.

“Have you seen Hermione?” Ron asked carelessly.

Harry stiffened at the sound of her name. He turned to Ron, a glint of anger in his eyes. “How
would I know where she is? It's not my turn to watch her,” he replied, no hint of warmth in his
voice.

“I know, Harry. I haven't seen her for a while. Maybe Ginny knows where she is ... I'll
go ask her,” said Ron, completely missing Harry's tone.

“Ask me what?” Ginny Weasley emerged from a row of books, a look of question on her face. She
sat across from Harry as she pulled out some parchment and a quill.

“Ginny, do you know where Hermione is? I haven't seen her all morning.”

Ginny thought for a moment before answering her brother, “No. The last time I saw her was at
breakfast. She was headed to the bathroom. I haven't seen her since.”

“Maybe she's still there?”

“I dunno. Why would she stay in the bathroom for so long, though?” Ginny and Ron continued their
conversation, completely ignoring the look of anger and remorse on Harry's face. His hand was
shaking slightly as he went over his last conversation with Hermione in his head. *Why is she in
denial about the truth?* *It is my fault Sirius died.* *If I had listened to
her*--

“Harry? Are you okay?”

“I--I'm fine, Ginny. I'm fine.”

“You don't look like it. You look worried, are you sure you're alright mate?" Ron
asked.

“Ron, I'm fine. I'm all right. I--I'll see you later,” said Harry as he stood up,
shoving his essay and quill roughly in his bag.

“Where are you going?”

Harry let out a quiet groan of annoyance. Louder he said, “I'm going to stay in the
dormitory. I--I need to be alone...” Ginny and Ron exchanged glances.

“You've been doing that a lot, mate. Are you sure you don't want some company?”

“No, Ron. I want to be alone. I don't need you or Ginny to accompany me like I'm some
little kid.” He spun around on his heel and stormed out of the library, receiving a reproachful
glare from Madame Pince.

“What?” Ron stuttered, completely shocked. “What was that about? Why is he always so angry
lately? Both he and Hermione are so ... sad.”

“I don't know, Ron,” Ginny said sarcastically. “Maybe they had a row.”

“About what? Why would they argue? I never see them disagree.”

“Firstly, Hermione is hopelessly in love with him" she faced her brother who looked
offended at Hermione's decision. "Ron, please don't tell me you haven't
noticed.”

"Oh yeah, of course I've noticed," he lied.

Ginny frowned at the look of confusion on his face. She continued, “Lavender and Parvati have
told me she cries in her bed almost every night, she always gets tears in her eyes at the mention
of Harry, and both she and Harry have suddenly become depressed and emotional. Harry must have
broken her heart--”

“But why would you think that--”

“Oh please, Ron! I can't believe I'm related to you. No wonder Hermione gets so
frustrated with you!” She, like Harry, got up and stormed out of the Library. Ron was left to do
his homework by himself, lost in confusion.

~*~*~*~*~

Hermione sat on her bed late at night, plotting ways to get Harry back - even in he would just
*talk* to her. She had become restless and distracted lately, making her friends and
professors worry. She did nothing except eat, think of Harry, sleep, dream of Harry, participate in
light conversations, and not to forget, think of Harry. And now, Hermione only paid half attention
to her schoolwork, her thoughts occupied by Harry. *Why does he have to be such a prat?* He
never thinks about what anybody else thinks or feels. *He's nothing more then a self centered
git with a big head*, Hermione thought for the umpteenth time. She sank into her pillow,
immediately falling into a restless sleep.

~*~*~*~*~

“Ginny?” Hermione whispered into the sleeping girl's ear.

“Hmm...” Ginny groaned sleepily. She rolled over to look at her fellow Gryffindor. “Hermione,
why are you waking me up at the c rack of dawn on a Saturday? Have you gone mad?”

“I--I need your help.”

“With what?” Ginny yawned, slowly dragging herself out of her warm bed. Hermione smiled at her
in a mischievous way.

“Getting him,” she said simply, and grin was obvious on her face.

“Err, Hermione ... We've tried to think of ways to get him before. Face it; he's too
thick to realize that you are in love with him--”

“I know, Gin. I need your help with this. I'm desperate! Please help!” Hermione practically
begged her.

“Fine. What do you have in mind?”

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