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It was a beautiful, sunny Saturday afternoon, and the Gryffindor Quidditch team had seized the opportunity to have a practice meet earlier that morning. After three hours of practice, the team dispersed back into the castle to have a hearty lunch. When they were done eating, they all went their separate ways - some went to the library, others went outside to take a stroll around the school grounds, and others yet decided to go back outside and practice some more. Harry, the Gryffindor Seeker, was headed towards the Gryffindor common room. He wanted to talk to Ron about the trip to Hogsmeade that night, and was sure that he'd find him in the common room. As Harry approached the fat lady at the portrait hole, he said the password, "Golden Snitch," and was allowed in. Just as he walked through the hole, he heard a startling squeal.
"I'm sorry-I didn't mean to frighten-" apologized Harry, looking around for a face in the room, but was interrupted.
"I-I-It's okay-I-I was just leaving a-anyway," came the small, quivering voice from behind the couch, which Harry recognized almost immediately.
It was Ginny, Ron's little sister. When she squealed, she must have jumped up in fright, and whatever she was holding spilled onto the floor, because she was now barely visible, bent over, picking up her strewn belongings. Harry couldn't see her except for her back, as she was bent over; he was facing the back of the couch. Harry walked over to the front of the couch as Ginny stood up. Harry saw her face was a bright, crimson red as she began stuffing her things away in a hurried fashion. She threw her quill and ink bottle, along with whatever she was writing on, in her carryall and scurried past Harry out of the portrait hole in a flash. As Harry looked down, he noticed something poking out from underneath the couch. He bent over and retrieved it; it was a letter.
Ginny must've dropped this, thought Harry.
Harry unfolded the letter and read:
Dear Ginny,
Thank you for being so understanding about all of this - he is your brother and all. But, yes, I'm okay. It was a mutual decision; Ron and I decided that it just wasn't working out for us. We haven't spoken since the break-up, but we aren't mad at each other - I think that we're just a little sore about the whole thing and unsure of how to be friends again. What Ron and I had was fun, at first, but there were to many problems for it to continue. We constantly bickered, we rarely ever agreed with each other, and he was always making unkind comments about my habits that I would retort to with snide remarks. With all of that in the way, we hardly had any good times together. When we were friends, we could put up with having our tiffs and not speaking for a day, but as a couple, it happened more frequently, and it just hurt too much. Going a day without speaking to your boyfriend isn't easy, and coupled with the heated arguments and the make-ups - I just couldn't deal with the stress of it all. I put up with it because I thought that I loved him, but I realize now that it wasn't love that I was feeling. I confused my feelings for him as one of my best friends with feelings of love. I think that Ron and I can still be friends after all of this, but the dust will have to settle some before we can start rebuilding our friendship. Ginny, thank you so much for listening to me; you are a true friend.
Love from
Hermione
Harry couldn't believe his eyes - had Ron and Hermione really broken up?!
A/N - This is my first fanfic, so please, give me feedback. I will continue this story, and I plan to have it span a few chapters. By the way, this will be an H/Hr fanfic. Thank you for reading and I hope that you review!