Harry Potter and the Disasters Of Love

Hermione's POV:

We had just sat down in the Great Hall for dinner after Potions with Professor Snape, who had been very over-reactive and quiet all lesson. I got out my text book and pretended to read but my mind was on the up-and-coming Valentine's Day. Lavender was checking her hair in the mirror, Ginny was quietly eating as usual, and Harry had just arrived.... But where was Ron?

"Harry, where's Ron?" I inquired, we had just been in the same lesson together, he couldn't take this long to walk from the dungeons.

"I don't know, he mumbled about having to go to the library or something" Harry replied, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Ron never went to the library.

"Oh, how romantic.... He'll be choosing a song or a poem for me for Valentine's Day.... I love my Won-Won" Lavender said dreamily, as Ginny pretended to vomit into her butternut squash soup.

My appetite just left me so quickly I didn't know what had happened until I found myself stood up with my bag over my shoulder.

"I'll see you next lesson, Harry, I'm not hungry anymore" and I walked quickly out of the Hall.... I had to find out what Ron was up too.... As a friend....

Ron's POV:

I walked out of the owlery, pleased with myself as my plan was under control, everything was going to be perfect for Valentine's Day! Most people go on about how soppy and pathetic it is but this year it was going to be different.... But I still felt kind of bad for Lavender... I had to pluck up the courage and break it off with her before it got to Valentine's Day, otherwise I would hurt her too badly.... And what would my mum say?! She would go off it with me - she's brought me and all of my other brother's up right, to respect and protect a girl, just like we do with Ginny.

I looked up, unaware of where my feet had been taking me. I was standing outside the Library. What the hell was I doing here?!

Ah well, lunch'll be nearly over, I should try and knuckle down with some homework....

I walked in and tried to start on some Defence Against The Dark Arts, but the predicament with Lavender kept knawing at my mind, and I couldn't concentrate anymore. Slamming my book shut I went over to the poetry section, leaving my bag at the desk.

I'd never broken up with a girl before, Lavender had been my first girlfriend, I had never had to deal with the emotions of the crying, the clingyness and other emotions that were too far out of my reach... As Hermione had said I have an emotional range of a tea-spoon. So... I could try and write a poem to tell Lavender that I still love her just not in the way that I used to... Yea, that was it I decided and found a book on poetry and headed back to my bags.

As I turned the corner of the bookcase I saw Hermione's head snap up, her face covered with a look of horror.

"What's wrong?" I asked, after nodding in acknowledgment that she was there.

"I never thought I would see the day that Ronald Billius Weasley would come to the library of his own accord, without being dragged or forced" Hermione said, her expression changing from horror, to shock, to awe and finally to amazment, "So what are you working on?" she said as she sat down in the seat next to him.

"Oh well, I couldn't do my Defence Against The Dark Arts homework because I was thinking about Lavender, so I went to get a book on poetry so I could write down my thoughts... and..." I looked up to see Hermione had gone... a single tear drop left on the wood of the desk.

Why are girls so damn emotional?!?

Hermione's POV:

I couldn't believe it. For once in Lavender's life, she had been right. Why was Ron doing this? He had even told me that he didn't even like Lavender....

I hate Valentine's Day... I hate love.... I hate boys.