Harry Potter and the Disasters Of Love

Harry's POV:

As soon as I saw Hermione walk away with Draco, I walked over to where Ron was standing, alone in the middle of the corridor, so I could comfort him. I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gently to let him know that I was there for him. He continued to stare at the ground, tears still leaking from his eyes. Ed came up on his other side, guitar hanging across his back, and put his hand on his other shoulder. We stood there in silence, me and Ed watching everyone wander past, whispering about what had just occurred - it will have spread through the whole school by dinner.

Why had Hermione done this? Ron was one of her best friends, how could she publicly break his heart like the way she had just done. And with Draco Malfoy, what in the world was her reasoning?

Ron wiped away his tears and released a deep breath. Me and Ed released our grips on his shoulders as he started to say, "I think I need a bit of time alone for the time being, if that is alright," We nodded in understanding, aware that he was nearly choking his words out.

Ron then started to head down the corridor. Everyone moved aside for him, the Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors giving him sympathetic glances whereas the Slytherins jibed at him and laughed.

Ed sighed deeply. He knew in some ways what it was like to lose someone that you love, even if you didn't know him personally you could tell by his song lyrics.

Ed then asked me the way to McGonagall's office, I directed him and he sauntered sadly down the corridor, probably to let her know that he was available and ready for the Valentine's Day Dance tomorrow.

I then turned away sadly to go and get some lunch from the Great Hall, wondering how everyone else's Valentine's Days were going...

Fred's POV:

Come on Freddy, son, this is it. This is the moment when you are going to tell Angelina how you feel about her.

I started down the aisle in the Great Hall between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables toward where Angelina was sitting with her friends. Why do girls always have to be in packs? When I stood behind her I could hear my heart thumping in my chest, and my hands started to get clammy with sweat, and no matter how many times I wiped them on my trousers they wouldn't dry... I was so nervous.

News had travelled fast at the fact that Ron had been declined by Hermione for him to go out with her and for him to take her to the dance, and that just made me ten times more nervous than it already had. To know that your brother had been turned down... There wasn't that much difference... But to be turned down, and to be replaced by none other than Draco Malfoy, that'll have stung his ego.

"Ahem," I timidly announced my presence, my heart beating ever faster, "Angelina, can I have a word with you?"

All of her friends "Oooo"ed or giggled, but Angelina took it genuinely seriously and grabbed her bag and departed from the Great Hall with me. I just led her in to the Entrance Hall where it was a little bit more quiet.

I stood there trying to muster up the courage to tell her exactly how I felt. Even though I was a daft lad, and one of the famous Weasley twins, on the inside I was a little bit insecure. Yea I could crack jokes and have a really good time when I wanted to, but deep down, I really had no confidence, and that was why I liked to make people laugh. I knew that George was very different from me though. There was no part of his personality that may even show a slight bit of him not being confident, he truly believed in himself.

After a mental pep talk, I turned to Angelina. She looked at me with her deep eyes that sparkled with emotions all of the time, those eyes that I feel in love with.

I pulled the bunch of flowers that I had ordered for her out of my bag. She exclaimed in wonder at the sight of them, that was a good sign.

I just opened my mouth to tell her my feelings when I felt my hair being whipped all over. I pushed it out of my eyes and looked above my head.

There was George, on his broomstick, that had a banner attached to it, with a message to Angelina. George had managed to make something sing, and it was singing romantic love songs to her. A bigger bunch of flowers was in his hand, and he was dressed in his best suit and tie, looking very dapper.

He never even seemed to notice my presence, and he spoke to Angelina as if I wasn't there, "Angelina, I love you, please may I whisk you away in to the sunset on my broomstick?" He said with so much confidence his voice was booming.

I just stood there awkwardly not sure of what to do. Once again, I had been out shone by my twin brother.

I gently took both of Angelina's hands, I placed my bouquet of flowers in one hand and kissed her other hand, giving her a sad smile, but knowing she would be better off with George.

I turned to walk away when I felt her grab my arm. I turned to look at her, she pulled me back to where George was. He was looking at me with disdain, with the fact that I ruined his dramatic show of affection.

"You know, I love you both," Angelina said, pulling George's arm, and he eventually got off his broomstick, "And to be honest, I don't know who to choose between you, because you are both honourable and romantic people in your own little way, so I ask you, will I have no one to go to the dance with, or can I have both of you?"

This shocked me that she was giving me a chance. I instantly nodded my head, as did George, who handed her his own boquet of flowers. He pushed his broomstick away and we both took one of Angelina's arms and took her in to the Great Hall to treat her to dinner.

Hermione's POV:

 Me and Draco arrived at the courtyard. I sat down on the stone bench, whilst he kneeled on the floor in front of me. Tears were in both of our eyes.

"Why did you choose me?" He choked out, he was so overcome with emotion.

I reached out and stroked his face, then run my fingers through his hair, contemplating on how much to tell him, but this was a relationship - the first one I had ever been in - and I wanted it to be honest.

"I feel as though you understand my personality better, like you knew that I wouldn't want a big show for when you asked me to go to the dance. You're so gentle with me and your poem was original and romantic and beautiful.... And also I feel as though you were brave. You understood the consequences of your actions, you knew that your family may not appreciate it, your friends might not accept you anymore, yet you still went through with your plan and told me how you feel..." By the end, I had tears leaking from my eyes. So did he.

 He gently took my hand from out of his hair and pressed his lips to my hand softly. He then looked up into my eyes, the depth and truth of his emotions clear in his gaze.

He then rose to his feet and sat down on the bench next to me. Our knees brushed.

I looked up to see his eyes intently looking at me, trying to memorise every detail of my face. He then lifted his hand to my face and stroked it. Shivers ran through me at his touch. His hand ended it's journey under my chin. He lifted my face to look directly in to his eyes. He then wiped the tears from my face with his other hand. He leaned in towards me, and his lips gently brushed against mine. Butterflies started to dance in my stomach, and I decided to lean in to him, his next kiss was deeper, slightly more passionate but still soft and very gentle, easing me in to it. I was loving it, fireworks going off in my mind

He didn't want to rush me, it was evident as he pulled away from me, but as he did that, he pulled me in to his arms. I leaned against his chest and he held me tight.

He then leaned down and kissed my hairline and then his lips brushed down to my ear where he whispered, "You're so beautiful,"