"Don't you say that, don't you dare say that!" Hermione yelled, heart clenching at every step the blonde took away from her. "Stop lying and tell me the truth!"

"But it iz true. I am zorry 'Ermione, but I do not love you anymore," replied a seemingly calm Fleur Delacour. However, her head was nowhere near the level of Zen she outwardly portrayed. I am so sorry for doing this to you Hermione, but it is necessary to protect you. Please understand. Please forgive me. A brief color of pain flickered in her eyes, but was quickly masked despite her distance from the younger witch.

"Stop lying!" the brunette challenged the Veela. I know that you still love me. Please don't leave me.

"I am not. Zince we are done 'ere, I will take my zings and go." Damn it Hermione, let me go.

Hermione furiously wiped her tears, "Fine! Leave! I never want to see you again! I'll Obliviate you from my mind! I HATE YOU FLEUR DELACOUR!" With her wand nearly breaking in her fist, her mind lost all rationale and focused on the one spell she believed would remove her pain. Damn you, Fleur Delacour. May Merlin let me forget you and may all my memories of you vanish!

Fleur paused right before she reached the apparition point and said, "Goodbye 'Ermione." I'll always love you and I will be back for you. She disapparated and left a damaged Hermione with her thoughts.

Hermione moved from her frozen position and disapparated to Ginny's flat, where the Weasley's were having a little reunion. Harry was there as were all the Weasley children, waiting on their favorite brainiac. When she appeared, they stiffened at the look they never thought they would see from their friend. Ginny rushed over to the girl, checking for any signs of injury. Finding none, the redhead took her to her room and shut the door.

Ginny asked, "Hermione, what's wrong? What happened?"

Hermione answered stiffly, "She claims to not love me anymore. We broke up, but I have a plan-"

"You don't need her. You deserve so much better than her. Wait, what plan?"

"You see, Gin, when you love someone and they leave you...it hurts. You could be the strongest person in the world, but if someone you love leaves you...it will still hurt like Hell. Luckily, I know a way to make it hurt less."

"What are you getting at?"

"Ginerva, you are my best friend and right now, I need only one thing from you."

"Want me to beat up Delacour?"

"No, all I want is for you to get me a glass of water."

"What?"

"I want you to get me a glass of water. Not conjured water, actual water."

"Hermione, are you sure you don't want to talk about Phlegm?"

"Water, Ginny."

The younger witch nodded unsurely, but sought out water as requested. Ginny left the room and closed the door behind her. She met the concerned eyes of all her brothers and Harry, then went on explaining everything that happened. Just as she was finishing, a thick "thud" came from her room. Glass of water forgotten, Ginny ran to her room and found Hermione unconscious with her wand in hand.

She quickly carried her out of the room, "St. Mungos…NOW!" then disapparated.