Name: Broken

Summary: Ron and Hermione have to learn to accept the fact that both have dates for the Prom. They will have to learn, and fast, to say what's on their hearts after Hermione reacts impulsively damaging their friendship. R/Hr H/G.

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, they belong to Genius JK Rowlin.

Author's Note: One thing before we star, I'm not sure if in England it is called 'Prom', so, until anyone can so kindly tell me how it's called I'll be using the word 'Prom'. Ok, now read on, ppl! Oh! And I might add that you'll surely find grammar mistakes, so I'll say Sorry!! from now, the thing is English isn't my mother tongue... now, read on, ppl!

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Chapter 1: What?!

"You don't even know him!" Hermione yelled.

"I don't have to know him that well to know he's a git!" Ron answered back.

"What?! He's not a git! He's a smart, sensitive, intelligent boy! Unlike others," she said in an insulting tone towards Ron.


The common room's clock read 12.34. It was dark outside, and the few people who had been studying late, mainly 5th and 7th years, went to bed because there was no possible way of stopping this fight, and no one dared to step between the two friends, not even Harry, who had gone to bed 20 minutes ago.

The dance dedicated to the 7th years, the Prom, was only 3 weeks away, and right then both Ron and Hermione had dates for the dance. That's why the none stop quarrels had started; for some reason they were both annoyed by each other's dates.

"He's a Ravenclaw, Hermione! You're not supposed to date people from other houses!"

"What?! Are you out of your mind?! Are you even thinking the words that are coming out of your mouth?!"

"Yes, I am... I'm not crazy, I've got a point!"

"You don't have any point Ron! You're talking nonsense!! And YES, you are crazy!"

"Am not!"

"Are so!"

"Am not!"

"Are so!"

"Am no--"

And then a glorious silence fell upon the Common Room. Their hands touch, as if it was the most common thing to do while their bodies were mere inches apart. Ron wasn't sure what was going on. All he knew was that Hermione had started it. Was he dreaming?

Hermione was on tip toe because he so God damn tall.

How can the destruction of such a long friendship be so soft, sweet, so full of tenderness?

She stepped back, staring at him with terrified eyes. Her cheeks were as pink as his, growing redder and redder, similar to Ron's hair.

"Good night," she said quickly and ran up the girls tower, not thinking it twice.

"What?" he muttered. He looked at the stairs she had just climbed. "Hermione!" he shouted at her, and then tried running up those same stairs but they melted, and Ron slid down back to the common room. He stood up and stayed there thinking. Hermione had just kissed him.

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