Hear Me Out

Chapter 3: The Busted and The Broken

            Hermione looked at him with a glum expression on her face. She knew this was going to happen, so why did it hurt so bad to hear it? Tears strolled down Hermione's cheek quietly, but extremely visible. Ron gripped his cup tighter, and stared the other way. He felt so bad, and wanted to be the one to wipe her tears away. But he couldn't, he already found somebody else.

            "I was meaning to tell you, Hermione. I swear. But, I already found somebody new....." he answered turning back to face her as her eyes practically were a river. She wiped the tears away quickly, and then faced him. "W-who is she?" She stammered. Ron inhaled, then exhaled. Inhaled, then exhaled. The same cycle repeated, until he stopped. "Clarity Sisitin," he responded. Hermione raised her eyebrows, but Ron could hear the pain in her voice.

      "Who is that? I-I mean she certainly didn't go to Hogwarts, d-did she?" Hermione asked, utterly confused. Ron shook his head. "Met her about a month ago." Hermione stared at him disbelievingly. "You've been secretly going out with her for a month and you didn't tell me?" She asked, getting up angrily. "I was going to I swear—" "Just shut up! Shut up, Ron! How could I be so stupid? I knew you were going to break up with me, so why didn't I do it first?" She was now standing up completely, with both hands on the table, staring at Ron with fury.

Ron looked bewildered. "H-how could you have known?" He asked, now his turn to stutter. Hermione smiled slyly. "Oh I know, Ronald. Your attitude and lack of hanging out with me gave it all away," she answered, crying again. Ron stared at her, jaw-dropped. Completely unaware of the couple breaking up, the rest of the shop was chatty and giggly. "Let me guess, you weren't really going to Quidditch practice this morning?" She asked. Ron shook his head slowly and cautiously. "That's done it. I'll have all of your stuff packed and out the door on the front step. Don't come in," Hermione answered, stomping to the door, and swung it open. Hermione crossed her arms over her chest, and cried. Not silently anymore. She just had to let it all out. There was only one place she could go. One place where someone would make her feel better. That place, was Harry's house.

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   When Hermione decided to walk the normal muggle way, (in case of getting caught), it was a long, dreadful, chilly walk. She finally arrived, teeth chattering, and arms trembling. She rung the doorbell, (again another strange use of muggle technology), and the door swung open, rapidly, like if someone was in a hurry. "What is it. Did you just come here to—" Harry stared at Hermione in deep shock. He didn't mean to say that, he expected it to be Ginny. Hermione was trembling from head to toe, as Harry said, "Hermione, for Merlin's sake, are you ok?" And then he motioned for her to come inside.

    Once they were both inside, Hermione took a seat on the couch and Harry sat a blanket next to her, which she took quickly. After she wrapped herself up, Harry began to speak. "Why didn't you Apparate?" Harry asked concerned. "B-because I was afraid of muggles being able to s-see and p-protest," She shuddered, still crying harshly. Harry's eyes widened. "What's wrong, Hermione? Why're you crying?" He asked, sitting down next to Hermione, looking at her dried tears in her cheeks. She hesitated for a moment, and then looked away.

    "That dirty little rat!" Hermione exclaimed. Harry looked taken back by her sudden outburst, but tried to make it hard to notice. "Who are you talking about?"

     "Ron! He's such a stupid jerk! I'm going to kill him!" She answered, pointing to her wand. Harry lowered her hand down. "Please, calm down, and explain to me what really happened." Hermione took a deep breath. Harry suspected he knew what it was, but he hoped he was wrong. "Ron, h-he broke up with me!" Hermione yelled loudly, her eyes puddling with tears again. Harry gasped, and closed his eyes harshly. Yep. It was exactly what I imagined, he thought. Hermione turned her head, and her cries were painful for Harry to hear. He didn't like to hear anybody cry. He didn't want to hear her cry.