Broken but not Destroyed chapter 1: The Comfort

Author's Note: What goes on people. This is the first fic that I've written for this site. I can't believe it. I've read a lot of other peoples work and feels great to be on the other side. look at me getting all mushy.

Anyway. I've had this fic in my head for a while now. It takes place in 4th year during the Yule ball when Hermione is yelling at Ron (and by unofficial association, Harry) for ruining her night with Viktor Krum. Since I don't know the exact words that Hermione says in the movie, I'm going to be fusing the movie and the book. If that sounds confusing, then what I mean is that I'm going to be using the book and the movie in the first part. If that sounds wired. then you'll understand once you start reading. Don't worry. it's not you, it's me(hehehehe…cheesy breakup line). When I explain things, I can be a bit… confusing. but I digress.

Anyway, without further ado, here's Broken but not Destroyed.

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Italics: from the movie/book (it's not exactly as written in the book)

Bold: Thoughts/things of the mental variety

Disclaimer: My name isn't nor ever will be J.K. Rowling. If it was, the world would love me.

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is don't you?" Yelled Hermione; her hair was coming out of her elegant bun now as tears of fury, humiliation, and embarrassment fell from her chocolate brown eyes.

"Oh yeah?" Ron yelled back. "what's that?"

"Next time there's a ball, ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort!" Hermione yelled. Hell truly hath no fury like a woman scorned.

"Well," He sputtered looking thunderstruck, "well- that just proves- completely missed the point-" At that moment, he noticed Harry behind Hermione

"Harry!" he squeaked like the rat he used to call Scabbers. Still in her blind fit of rage, she turned on Harry.

"And where were you?" she yelled.

"Well…" he mumbled "I was-" She cut him off.

"It doesn't matter. off to bed the both of you" Without a word, they quickly climbed the stairs to save themselves.

"She's more mental than I thought" Ron mumbled.

"Ron… you ruined everything" Hermione shrieked before she collapsed on the stairs outside the Great Hall.

As they arrived around the corner from the Fat Lady, Harry suddenly stopped. Wordlessly, he turned and began walking back towards the Great Hall.

"Hey mate, where you going. the common's this way" Ron said.

"I'm going back to make sure she's ok. I'll be right back". With that said, he continued walking. As he arrived, he noticed her a few steps down from where a girl and her friends were sitting trying to consol one of there friends who was crying.

"Hermione." He said loud enough to get her attention.

"What are you doing here. I thought I told you to go to bed.?" She questioned rather harshly.

"You did. But, I came back."

"Why? Shouldn't you be with Ronald? or off dreaming of Cho" she said

"Look I just-" she cut him off once more.

"Just what? came to see your best friends handy work?" the conversation was going nowhere fast.

"Mione. I just wanted to see if you were OK."

"OK? OK? I'm just fucking peachy." with that, she turned away from him. the others that were on the stairs remained where they were so that they could have front row seats.

I can't just leave her here by herself. I have to do something. Without a single word, Harry walked down the stairs. He walked up behind her and did the most un-Harry like thing. He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her into an embrace so that her back was resting on his chest.

"Harry!" Hermione squeaked. "What are you doing. you need to let go of me now!" she yelled.

"Mione. please. let me help. I want to help you, but you have to let me."

"Harry Potter. I don't want your help. I want you to let me go and leave me the hell alone." she knew she was being a total prat, but her emotions put her in total darkness.

"Please. I'm begging. You know me. I don't beg. For anything. Ever, but I'm begging now. please, let me in. Don't close your self up and hide. That's my job. Pot yours. Please." Please please please do this. Harry thought

"Harry. just…let… me-"

"Hermione. Please!" Finally. I got to cut her off. I'm so awesome. Harry thought.

"Harry-" her sobs were all that were heard as her knees gave out and she fell. Because she was still in Harry's arms, he sat down and pulled her onto his lap.

"It's just that. I really really liked him-"

"Krum?"

"No. Ron. but then he goes and ruins everything." The guilt that he was feeling was completely irrational, but still very strong.

"I'm really sorry. I wish I could take it back, but I can't. but"

"And, thought…I thought Ron would have at least have been happy for me. or at least have been the friend that he was supposed to be. But no, he constantly lets us down. I don't even know why I like him. I just do."

"Mione, maybe we should go to the common room and-" Again with the cutting off" Harry thought.

"No. can we just stay. I don't want to see him." she pleaded.

"Ok. we'll stay here."

"Thank you Harry." with that, Hermione wrapped her arms around his waist. Silent tears fell from her face as the two sat and talked. After what seemed like hours of talking, Hermione fell asleep. She was still in Harry's lap and her arms were still around his waist.

What am I going to do. Harry thought. I don't have the heart to wake her. After a few minutes of deliberating, Harry maneuvered Hermione so that he could remove his jacket without waking her. Once that task was done, Harry closed his eyes and allowed sleep to take over as he listened to the deep breath of Hermione.

"Harry! What are you doing." Harry awoke to the most familiar voice ever. As his vision cleared, he noticed that it was Cho Chang.

"Cho. Hi-"

"Don't hi me. What are you doing here, and why is SHE in your lap cuddling to you." Cho yelled.

"SHHHHH. You'll wake her up. look, Mione needed someone and I was here for her."

"But why is she in your lap?" Cho whispered/yelled.,

"look. She was crying and I gave her a hug to get her to talk to me. besides, were only friends."

"Yeah? well friends don't have there hands where hers are." Harry looked down to see what she was talking about and noticed a couple of things. one was that Hermione's hands weren't still wrapped around his waist, and that she was still in his lap. these things weren't out of the ordinary-but rather how these things were was.

Hermione's hands, though around him, were into separate places. One hand was on the small of his back while the other was pressed lightly against his skin. His face began to grow a pink tint as her hands traveled down to the elastic on his boxers. Second, the way she was positioned on him, made him turn red. Somehow during the night, she began to straddle him.

"Well. What do you have to say?" Harry completely ignored her as he focused on the adorable way Hermione slept.

"Look, Cho. Could you just leave. I have to wake her up."

"Well then" With that, Cho huffed and walked away. All the while Harry paid her no attention.

"Hermione." Harry said as he lightly shook her. "It's time to wake up." Hermione moaned and slowly opened her eyes. She rubbed them to clear her vision and saw Harry.

"Good morning." she croaked in that infamous just-woke-up voice.

"Mornin'" Hermione felt warmth under her hand and looked for the source. As she realized where her hand was, she removed it and stood quickly.

"Harry. I'm sorry I.-" Finally, I got to cut her off again.

"No worries. anyway, we need to get back to Gryffindor."

"Oh. yeah. c'mon lets go." With that said, the two grabbed there things and claimed the stairs. As they arrived in the common room, they went to their respective dorms to shower and change. Once that was done, they reconvened in the common room and made their way down to the great hall for breakfast. As they arrived, they sat next to each other and loaded their plates. As they ate, they conversed.

"So, how are you feeling?" Harry asked.

"I'm ok I guess. I just…never mind."

"No. What?"

"Well I. look Harry. Ron's coming over here." Harry looked to his left and saw a fuming red head coming his way.

"So. Is it true?" he asked with clenched hands.

"Is what true Ron?" Harry asked.

"That you woke up in each other's arms" Harry sighed knowing that a fight was brewing.

"Yes Ron but it's not what you think so you can wipe that thought from your mind"

"What were you two doing anyway?" Harry sighed once more and looked him straight in the eyes.

"that's exactly what I meant by wiping your mind. We did nothing of the nature. all we did was hug and talk. seeing as YOU were the one that caused all of the damage in the fist place. As we talked, we fell asleep. That's what we were doing."

"What do you mean I caused the damage." Harry stood up and faced his best friend.

"I mean exactly what I said. if you don't understand that, then you are seriously demented. Think about it. You go around acting like a prat to the people you call your best friends and you don't even realize how it effects them. you need to think about the things you say and the things you do. Because it's only causing your own losses." with that said, Harry turned and walked out of the Great Hall

"Hermione. What is he talking about?" Ron asked.

"He's talking about how you've been acting." said a voice belonging to a mystery person. He turned and saw that it belonged to a fellow red head.

"Gin. what are-"

"if you can't figure it out, then I'm not telling you. come on Hermione. Let's go." As the girls walked out, Ron turned and sat down. His last words before shoveling more food in his mouth was…

"Their all completely mental."

Author Note: wow. that was pretty cool. Please read and review. it would make me happy. Please no flames. Just slight embers.

I hope it was at least satisfactory. tell me what you think.