Fixing a Broken Heart

Fixing a Broken Heart

(Chapter 2)

Summary: Viktor just broke up with Hermione for someone else and she doesn't know what to do about it. Then, she finds comfort from someone who is really close to her and loved her secretly... Will she realize how this "someone" feels for her? Does she feel the same way? Inspired by the song "Fixing a Broken Heart" by Indecent Obsession... R/R!

As Ron left Hermione in her room he thought, "She is still as beautiful as I remembered." Then, he smiled.

Ron still loved her. The thing was he didn't know how to tell her. Now would not also be a good time for her to start a new relationship with someone, especially with him.

Then, an idea came to him... He's not gonna say his feelings but he wants to do something special for Hermione...

~*~*~*~*~

Hermione had fallen asleep on the chair by the window. Slowly, she was awakened by a delectable smell. She wondered where that smell came from. She stood from her chair and opened her door.

She slowly followed the scent and it led her to the kitchen. Then, Hermione smiled. Ron was cooking dinner. She never imagined Ron cooking dinner. She just stood at the post watching Ron cook. She giggled silently once in while because Ron would touch the hot lid and would cuss. She didn't mind that now. She saw a whole new Ron. Not the Ron she knew back in Hogwarts, the Ron that would argue with her for days, the Ron that was, in her opinion, not the most gentleman in Hogwarts. Actually, she couldn't believe that they were even friends...

Then she remembered...

"I liked Ron," she thought. She didn't remember this until now.

She stood there dumbstruck, staring at Ron.

Now, she got goose bumps. She never felt this way before. Well, maybe she did, when she first met Ron in the train. Although, she was, let's say, bitchy, that time. She was only 11 years old and couldn't understand her feelings.

Hermione ran back to her room.

Ron heard footsteps and turned. He saw Hermione and thought maybe she just went to the bathroom. He continued his work.

Hermione locked her door and sat on her bed. She couldn't believe that she only realized it now. She really loved Ron. That her friendship with him was more than friendship and as time passed it was growing into... Love...

She couldn't believe how blind she was all this time... all these years...

How will she tell him? How would he ever believe her?

Questions were running into Hermione's mind. She was so confused that she started to cry.

Hermione rested on her bed with tears on her eyes. She stared at the darkening sky outside her room.

Then a thought entered her mind. The only reason she ever went out with Viktor was because she thought Ron would never like her and the whole Fleur Delacour incident. She seriously thought that going to the ball with Viktor would make Ron jealous that he would confess his love to her, but she was wrong. So, she tried to move on and went out with Viktor for years. As time passed, she thought that she really loved Viktor but deep inside her... there was something that wanted to come out.... Something that was hidden for years.... Feelings that she ignored for the longest time...

Now, she wanted to let those feelings go. How?

As she was thinking, the scrumptious smell of Ron's cooking entered her room. Then, she said to herself, "I'll do it tonight. During dinner." Her mind was set.

~*~*~*~*~

Ron finished the last dish for the night. He arranged the table in the most elegant way he can.

Then, he went to take a short shower.

After he finished his shower, he got his best attire and dressed up.

Ron took a last look at himself in the mirror and he said, "Umm... Not bad." He smiled and walked to Hermione's room.

~*~*~*~*~

Hermione, still lying on her bed, was in deep thought. She was thinking about her feelings toward Ron. It was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door. "Yes?" Hermione said without turning to the door.

"Umm..." Ron cleared his throat and continued, "Dinner is ready. I'll be waiting for you in the kitchen."

"Okay," Hermione replied.

Ron closed the door and proceeded to the kitchen, while Hermione lazily stood up and took a quick shower.

After her quick shower, Hermione went to her closet; she didn't know what to wear; she didn't know if it's a formal or a casual dinner. So, she just decided that she wanted to look good so she just got her prettiest dress. The dress was a short, black, spaghetti strap dress that really showed her body. She chose her matching sandals and off she went to the kitchen.

Hermione, very nervous, walked to the kitchen.

When she entered the kitchen, she cleared to throat and Ron turned around...

His jaw almost dropped. He felt like he was about to fall from his seat. He immediately stood up and pulled a chair for Hermione. "You look," Ron started, "very pretty tonight. I mean, like, really REALLY pretty..." He finished uneasily.

Hermione smiled. "Thanks," she said. "You look good too. I mean really good."

Ron took his seat.

As they were comfortably seated, there was an unseen apprehension. Awkwardness surrounded them. They didn't know what to say to each other...

There was silence... just silence...