Broken beyond repair, a heart that sank so low not even the great towers of books in the Library of Hogwarts' third floor could tug a smile on Hermione Granger's lips. It felt as if it was a constant battle with Ron, fighting about this and that, words that were not of love spewing across their flat in London. From why Ron never took her seriously or why Hermione was too uptight with everything, the couple of 2 years was a time bomb ready to detonate. Who stood in the middle, however, was none other than Harry, their visually impaired, green eyed friend. Luna, Neville, Seamus, and Dean had themselves filled to the brim with the weekly spats of Hermione and Ron, until they decided that it was no use trying to reconcile a couple that was no longer in love. Harry, however, was the only one who never gave up when the rest of the world did.
"I'm telling you mate, she's gone mad, literally mad. Hermione's always going on about never taking her seriously and how I'm not the same person she fell in love with." Exasperated, Ron took a seat with his best friend at a local coffee shop.
"Well, are you actually taking her seriously? Because last week when the both of you argued about Lavender visiting London, you just shrugged her off." Playing best friend in the middle was always such a challenge, even for the Boy Who Lived.
"Harry, are you honestly taking her side again? She's been a nightmare these past couple of weeks. Always too jealous, too needy, too... way too Hermione. If you've lived with her, I'm sure you would understand." Ron ran his hands through his hair as his freckle kissed face settled down on the table. It was easier 2 years ago, but now it was near impossible.
"I'm not taking anyone's side. I'm just saying that maybe you could try understanding each other better for once. Lavender is visiting London for you, and you know that. Hermione just didn't want you getting too close for comfort with her just like Lavender's last visit." How Harry wished his best friend wasn't so oblivious to the obvious. He saw the pain in Hermione's face when Ron's eyes wandered on other women, or how her shoulders sank when she needed a shoulder to cry on and Ron couldn't be bothered.
"There it is again, you taking her side like she's the victim. Whatever, I'll just forget about this for the afternoon. It's not worth the effort, Harry. Let's just enjoy this evening like old times." Taking a bite of his biscuit, Ron brushed away the memories of the lover's spat he had with Hermione.
"Maybe if I talk to her, it could ease the tension a bit. Maybe make her see that there's nothing she should be mad about." Harry would be lying if he said he didn't have any ulterior motives, but he missed Hermione. With the intensive Auror training and the work piled on Hermione in the Ministry, the only time he ever saw her was when tears had pooled her eyes and her head fell to her hands.
"You could try, but I reckon she'd just give you a migraine Harry." Ron admired his friend for over 10 years because if it was one thing Harry never did, it was to give up on someone. Even in when he was being a git, it was Harry that always stood by his side.
He was supposed to be the best friend, the one that never took sides or betrayed the other for his personal gain. Harry tried hard to push everything away, he really did but how could he when he had fallen in love with her. How could he not admire her when her brown hair fell to her shoulders and a smile, which he loved so much, widened across her unblemished face? She mesmerized Harry, even when tears cascaded down her eyes and cheeks flushed pink, he could only see her as beautiful. It was as if each passing day she had grown more in beauty, and Harry grown more in love. He never thought of her voice as annoying, nor her adoration for books weird as Ron would perceive it to be. The sacrifices she had made for him during the battle of Hogwarts, not to mention risking her own life for his safety was something Harry could never return. But that was what made her so important to him; they would risk their lives for the other no matter the circumstance. He would look back to the moment where he realized that his love was more than platonic. She was petrified by the reflection of the Basilisk in their second year, looking down upon her statue-like body knowing that he wouldn't be able to see her the next day brought Harry fear. It was a different form of fear, the type that would cause him to break if she was to leave his life. But what he felt could never be discovered, not by Ron, not by her, not by anyone. The attempts of pushing the love he held never succeeded, Cho and Ginny never made him as happy what she could make him feel in a day. Harry was supposed to love her as a sister, and to leave Ron as the man she would call hers. It was betrayal, what he felt for her went against what everyone thought Harry was. He knew that she could never reciprocate his love, but those moments where she would bury her head into his shoulder in sadness for something idiotic Ron had said gave Harry hope. Hope that one day she could see that it was him that waited so long to make her the happiest woman in the world. It was him that she would wake up next to because she was the last face he wanted to see before he slept and the first thing after he woke up. It was Harry that would give Hermione everything because he fell in love with her.