Hello, this is going to be my first fanfic for this fandom, so please be nice!

Basically set after The battle of Hogwarts, but not epilogue compliant!

Harmony fanfic!

Please enjoy!

It was cold, or she thought it must be. She didn't really care anymore, whatever happened. She couldn't quite remember why she shouldn't care. It had to something to do with Ron… it didn't matter anyway, he certainly didn't care about her. No, he'd gone a had an affair, even though they were engaged.

Her wand emitted sparks in her hand. In her other hand the new, nearly empty bottle of fire whiskey smashed, sending the liqueur all over her dirty, torn robes. She swore loudly. Her voice echoing around the dirty alley she was walking down. She dropped the shards of the bottle and kept walking, keeping her wand drawn.

Yes, the war was over, Voldemort was well and truly dead. But, that didn't mean his supporters were suddenly playing nice. In fact she was surprised someone hadn't cursed her yet. Well, they'd tried, and were now serving their well deserved stint in Azkaban. She smiled grimly as her foot went in a very dirty puddle, making her favourite pair of heels soak through.

Muttering a spell she walked again, her feet were still slightly damp feeling, but her shoes, at least were dry. Much like the muggle clubs and bars she'd been drinking in earlier. She didn't usually turn to drink to blank out her mind, but in this case her recurring mental image needed to die. Viscously, after several rounds of crucio.

She apparated quickly inside her living room, stumbling as she saw the disarray and mess that seemed to envelope the floor. Broken vases, floor covered in books that they'd thrown back. The dry cold smell of her heartbreak. She sniffed, inhaling a completely different smell. Masculine, and heady, rich and coated slightly in Aftershave. It was a nice smell and definitely not Ron's.

She non-verbally cast a spell to make her sober. Everything was so clear, and the sound of someone moving around in the kitchen was clear. Her first thought wasn't a muggle response of burglar, no one could get in unless they knew how, it was unplottable, with several charms on to stop intruders. Only her friends knew, and where allowed access.

She hadn't revoked Ron's yet. Her stomach stiffened, and she felt sick and angry. Marching into the kitchen she aimed a hex at the masculine body that hadn't even turned round to face her yet. Too late she realised that the red hair was absent, instead an untidy mop of black hair were there, and if she rolled him over, the body-bind curse was effective, a lightening scar and glasses.

Harry.

Quickly muttering the counter curse he smiled as he got up, his lithe muscles moving under his robes.

"Hermione," He said, enveloping her in a quick hug. His warm body enveloping her suddenly cold one. She felt her eyes brim over and a few tears escape. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying desperately not to let him see her cry. She was supposed to be the strong one. His hand carefully wiped away her tears, whilst forcing her face to meet his.

"Sorry, Harry. It's just not easy. I know he's your best friend…" He cut her off mid-sentence, holding her close to him, his hands on her shoulders.

"Was my best friend Hermione, what he did was inexcusable."

"Really?" she said, sniffing back another bout of tears.

"Yeah, now how about a cup of tea?" He said, letting go of her shoulders before walking over to the kettle and filling it with water.

"Err, I'm not sure I feel like it…" she replied sitting down on the stool that had magically appeared.

"You're drunk. You need this." He said bluntly, stirring the sugar round.

"No I'm not!" She said, in mock horror.

"Sobering charms only work so far Hermione. Now, drink up." He said, handing her favourite mug and a chocolate biscuit.

"Alright, but only because it's you." She conceded, nibbling the chocolate hesitantly before realising just how hungry she was.

"Hungry?" harry said, already moving over to her fridge.

"Starving." She said.

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"So, won't Ginny be worried?" She asked later, they were sat on the couch, watching a muggle film on her TV, whilst eating ice cream, that never ran out.

"No. Yours wasn't the only break up today." He sighed, his face dropping. She turned to him aghast.

"What? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because, it's not that important, I mean… we were falling apart and it was kinda a mutual agreement."

"Really? I thought you were forever."

"Not really, she just wasn't right. Don't get me wrong, she's amazing and beautiful, but she just didn't get me." He said, turning to see Hermione looking up at him.

"So, where are you going to live?" Hermione said, knowing that he'd been living with Ginny at their joint apartment.

"I'll sort something, we're going to sell and then I'll probably buy something else."

"You can always stay here, you know. There's a spare room and you already know your way round. And you can save your money." Hermione offered, smiling. He looked vaguely shocked, but not particularly displeased.

"Err, sure I guess."

"Well, you're welcome, for as long as you want. Just remember you've got to do the cooking too, and cleaning." She smiled wickedly.

"Really, I thought that was what you did?" He said, his eyes twinkling, in a way that so reminded her of Dumbledore.

"Nope, just what Ron thought I should do." They both laughed heartedly, and Hermione felt some of her heart heal slightly.

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It was getting late and so they both went to bed, feeling a whole lot better then before. Smiling, they both fell asleep, waiting for their new life to begin.

There we go! Please review and tell me what you think!