Nothing Breaks Like the Heart (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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Fenrir had finished packing his things and was fixing the collar of his coat a bit when he heard a loud knocking against his door. He stiffened then he grabbed his wand and pointed it at the door. 

"Who's out there?" Fenrir asked with a light growl in his tone. 

"WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW, FENRIR!" Ron screamed through the door. Fenrir rolled his eyes then proceeded towards the door. He regretted opening the door because the moment he did it, it flung back, nearly hitting his face. Ron stormed in followed by a timid Harry, who looked like he rather be anywhere but here. Fenrir had a hard time controlling the growl that threatened to escape his throat as he shut the door close. He turned to glare at the two. Ron was fuming, clearly mad about something, and Harry looked afraid. 

"What do you two want?" Fenrir asked. 

"What do you mean you shag up with Hermione?" Ron asked. Fenrir rolled his eyes. He knew a jealous man when he saw one. And Ron was a jealous man. 

"I think it's rather clear what it means, isn't Ginger? Or do I need to draw it out for you to understand? Like what I did with her?" Fenrir asked, rudely. He didn't mean for it to be so. He just hated when people grilled him on his business. Ron seemed ready to bounce on him if it wasn't for Harry grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling him away from Fenrir. 

"There is no way, Hermione would do it after just meeting with someone. Especially if it was you!" Ron shout at him, struggling against Harry's grip. Fenrir rolled his eyes. 

"Guess you really don't know your friend, do you? And why does it matter anyway? You two aren't a thing and you clearly aren't her dad so why you wanting to tell her what she can and can't do?" Fenrir asked. Ron opened his mouth to speak when a knocking (this time more gently) came echoing through the doorway. Fenrir turned and carefully opened the door, keeping out of the door's way to avoid being hit. His body stiffened when his eyes landed on Hermione, who looked just as nervous as he did. 

"Hermione what are you doing here?" Ron blurted out. Hermione seemed stunned to see both Harry and Ron around in Fenrir's room. 

"I could ask you the same thing." Hermione shot at him. 

"Did you do it?" Ron asked without really giving any content. Hermione narrowed her eyes, unaware of what Ron was asking her. 

"Do what?" 

"Did you sleep with Fenrir?" Ron answered more clearly. Hermione's face turned a beet-colored red as she seemed ready to run down the hallway. The silence Hermione offered gave Ron his answer. He didn't wait for a reply as he stormed at the room, knocking Hermione to the side. Harry mumbled a few noises and motioned with his fingers before he followed behind Ron. Hermione looked like she wanted to run after them but she turned to face Fenrir. 

"Why are you here?" Fenrir asked, brushing his hand through his hair. 

"I thought I would have a chat with..." She started till her eyes landed off to the side. Fenrir glanced behind to see she was looking at his suitcase. 

"Are you leaving somewhere?" she asked, her tone whimpering a bit. Fenrir cleared his throat. 

"I figured, I better make a run for it. Seeing as your Father is Voldemort and all. He probably will be wanting me dead." Fenrir explained. Hermione's entire face shifted to almost like she lost every feeling in her body. 

"I see. Then there's no point in taking." Hermione stated. Fenrir reached his hand out to her, but she was already running down the hallway. Even though Fenrir couldn't see them, he could hear her crying.