All Hail the Heartbreaker
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Adult +
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6,579
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8
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All Hail the Heartbreaker
Todos los Ave Heartbreaker
[All Hail the Heartbreaker]
By: midnight.masquerade.x
Disclaimer: I don't own. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling except characters you don't recognise and the plot.
Summary: One Shot. “Hermione, just listen-” “No! Listen here and listen good.” She fell to her knees. “All hail the fucking heartbreaker! Is this what you want?”
--
Hermione’s smile grew as she entered the three bedroom house herself and her boyfriend of half a year. Not only had she been released from her work trip early her boyfriend had apparently gotten her owl earlier and had set up a romantic dinner for the two of them.
“Charlie?” she called out. “Where are you?” she suppressed a giggle.
--
After the war she had fallen into a state of depression from which no one could pull her out. Hermione stayed in bed for days and had only eaten the broth that was forced down her throat.
All the death around her had affected her more than anyone had understood. She was a simple muggleborn child. She wasn’t always completely able to comprehend how powerful magic was as times. She had grown up not believing in its existence. Then BAM! out of no where a letter told her she was to attend a magic school and was told a man was to going to visit and explain everything to her and her family. She had immediately accepted everything, she had gone to the school and experienced some amazing things. Then came the bad parts, with the mountain troll and going through the trap door in second year, becoming petrified in her second year by a basilisk, helping a convicted murderer who was actually framed escape on a hippogriff who was condemned to death in third year, the worries and stress’s with the triwizard tournament in fourth year, the trouble with Umbridge and then the fight in the ministry of magic in fifth year, Dumbledore’s death in sixth year and then searching for horcruxes and finally the final battle and all the deaths that had caused. Finally all the stress Hermione had placed upon herself had begun to show and she cracked completely falling into a deep state of depression.
Mr and Mrs Weasley were in no shape to help Hermione after the death of their son, nor was George, unable to deal himself with the death of his twin. Ginny, Harry and Ron had each brought in some food, tried to get Hermione to talk and get out of bed. None of them were able to do anything to pull her out of her depression. It wasn’t until the second eldest weasley brother came into the room and just sat on her bed. They stared at one another for a long time. Neither spoke.
A tear slid down Hermione’s face.
“Behind that bookworm exterior you’re really dark and twisty inside,” Charlie stated. Hermione nodded and more tears streamed down her face. “Do you want to talk yet?” It was a simple question but it caused more tears. Hermione struggled to talk to start with, her voice breaking with her sobs, but eventually all her pain came out. Charlie didn’t offer advice or any sympathy, instead he just offered to hold her, she took his offer and she crawled onto his lap and sobbed.
From that moment onwards they became closer and closer by the day. After a month of friendship, Hermione made the first move and they became a couple. The times with Charlie were the happiest moments of her life. All the pain of her past was slowly being left behind her, she got a job high in the ministry and she was working towards ending the corruption within the ministry. It was of course a gruellingly slow process but in the five/six months Hermione had already been working there she had already made great progress. There was word in the papers that she would be one of the first female ministers of magic.
This last week Hermione had been at a conference concerning the best possible way to deal with the remaining death eaters, including the ones being kept in Azkaban. The conference was supposed to go on for another three days but the conclusion had been decided rather quickly, so Hermione sent a owl home, packed her clothes and came home as quickly as possible.
--
Hermione wandered through the house looking for her boyfriend. She was confused when she heard groans coming from the master bedroom.
“What..?” She whispered, her heart hammering in her chest.
Hermione pushed the bedroom door open with her foot. The door creaked slightly on its hinges as it swung open. The creaking noise was covered by a loud feminine moan. Hermione’s eyes widened at the sight in front of her.
Charlie lay on his back, his eyes closed in pleasure, his body glistening with sweat. The girl moving on top of him had long brown hair down to her waist. Her hair seemed to cascade down her back like a waterfall as she threw her head back and moaned louder. Charlie also moaned at this. Beads of sweat were also forming on the girls back.
“Off, on your knees, whore,” Charlie growled, voice filled with lust.
The girl slid off his cock and turned to get on her knees, now the girls face was visible and the girl had a clear view of Hermione standing at the door.
“Um.. Charlie?” the girl said uncertainly. Charlie was also starting at the figure in the door frame.
“Charlie?” Hermione said weakly. She dropped the bag she was holding and turned and ran out of the front door.
“Fuck!” Charlie said, before jumping out of bed, pulling on the nice pants he had been wearing before his adventures in the bedroom and grabbed his white dinner shirt running out of the room after his girlfriend as he shrugged it on.
Charlie caught up to Hermione, who was rushing along the still busy streets, quickly.
“Hermione!” Charlie called out.
“No!” She called back to him, as she did the skies decided to open and rain poured down onto the couple.
“Hermione!” He called louder, this time grabbing her arm and twisting her to face him.
“What do you want?” She demanded, tears combining with the rain.
“Hermione, just listen-” Charlie began but Hermione cut him off.
“No! Listen here and listen good.” She fell to her knees. “All hail the fucking heartbreaker! Is this what you want?” Her voice cracked on the word ‘want.’
“No! Hermione, I want to explain-” Charlie was cut off again.
“Did you want to explain why you were fucking Lavender Brown who is married to your fucking brother? Or maybe it you want to give me some brilliant reason why you are fucking another girl while I’m away?” She was growing angrier by the moment. “We have a house together, Charlie, we have been together through so much, true it has only been six months, but so much has happened in that time!” She wiped the mixture of tears and rain from her face but it didn’t do much good. “Why, Charlie?” She asked.
Charlie had the decency to look ashamed. His white t-shit by this point was completely soaked through as were his pants though those being black didn’t matter. Apparently he was unable to think of an appropriate response to Hermione’s question as he opened and closed his mouth a few times but no sound came out.
Her thoughts mechanically analysed his every word for the last few months, and to her they seemed no different then the ones at the beginning at the relationship.
“How long has this been going on?” Hermione begged with her eyes hoping this was the first time, but she knew deep down it wasn’t. Especially from the prepared meal that had been left uneaten on the table. Charlie looked down, rather than at the distraught girl in front of him.
“Over a year,” He said. “I was ending the whole thing tonight, she wanted break up sex, I’m so sorry, Hermione.”
“You’ve been fucking her the whole time we have been together?” Hermione’s voice was venomous. He gave a slight nod. “What about Ronald, your brother, remember him? What about me, Charlie? What about me?” She demanded. Fresh tears started falling from her eyes. Hermione couldn’t feel them though; she couldn’t feel anything other then the stabbing pain going through her heart.
“We are done.”
There was a certain finality to that sentence as Hermione uttered it. Three words, three simple words, who knew they could cause so much pain?
“We are over.”
She tried a different ending. Still as powerful as well as utterly heartbreaking. Then she said three completely different words to end it all.
“Goodbye, Charlie Weasley.”
--
Charlie watched as the girl he loved disappeared from his life forever. He knew it was his fault and as much as he didn’t want to accept it, he had to.
He found himself in the middle of their lounge room an hour later, surrounded with photos all of which held the smiling face of his love.
--
I'll let you get the best of me
Because there's nothing else that I do well
I'll let you get the best of me
Because there's nothing else that I do well
I'll be the giver and you'll be the taker
I guess that's how this one's gonna go I'll be the giver and you'll be the taker
You've got me down on my knees and I proclaim
All hail the heartbreaker
--
A/N: A little story that popped into my mind this wonderful evening.
Reviews will buy you my love.
Happy Reading! ;D
[All Hail the Heartbreaker]
By: midnight.masquerade.x
Disclaimer: I don't own. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling except characters you don't recognise and the plot.
Summary: One Shot. “Hermione, just listen-” “No! Listen here and listen good.” She fell to her knees. “All hail the fucking heartbreaker! Is this what you want?”
--
Hermione’s smile grew as she entered the three bedroom house herself and her boyfriend of half a year. Not only had she been released from her work trip early her boyfriend had apparently gotten her owl earlier and had set up a romantic dinner for the two of them.
“Charlie?” she called out. “Where are you?” she suppressed a giggle.
--
After the war she had fallen into a state of depression from which no one could pull her out. Hermione stayed in bed for days and had only eaten the broth that was forced down her throat.
All the death around her had affected her more than anyone had understood. She was a simple muggleborn child. She wasn’t always completely able to comprehend how powerful magic was as times. She had grown up not believing in its existence. Then BAM! out of no where a letter told her she was to attend a magic school and was told a man was to going to visit and explain everything to her and her family. She had immediately accepted everything, she had gone to the school and experienced some amazing things. Then came the bad parts, with the mountain troll and going through the trap door in second year, becoming petrified in her second year by a basilisk, helping a convicted murderer who was actually framed escape on a hippogriff who was condemned to death in third year, the worries and stress’s with the triwizard tournament in fourth year, the trouble with Umbridge and then the fight in the ministry of magic in fifth year, Dumbledore’s death in sixth year and then searching for horcruxes and finally the final battle and all the deaths that had caused. Finally all the stress Hermione had placed upon herself had begun to show and she cracked completely falling into a deep state of depression.
Mr and Mrs Weasley were in no shape to help Hermione after the death of their son, nor was George, unable to deal himself with the death of his twin. Ginny, Harry and Ron had each brought in some food, tried to get Hermione to talk and get out of bed. None of them were able to do anything to pull her out of her depression. It wasn’t until the second eldest weasley brother came into the room and just sat on her bed. They stared at one another for a long time. Neither spoke.
A tear slid down Hermione’s face.
“Behind that bookworm exterior you’re really dark and twisty inside,” Charlie stated. Hermione nodded and more tears streamed down her face. “Do you want to talk yet?” It was a simple question but it caused more tears. Hermione struggled to talk to start with, her voice breaking with her sobs, but eventually all her pain came out. Charlie didn’t offer advice or any sympathy, instead he just offered to hold her, she took his offer and she crawled onto his lap and sobbed.
From that moment onwards they became closer and closer by the day. After a month of friendship, Hermione made the first move and they became a couple. The times with Charlie were the happiest moments of her life. All the pain of her past was slowly being left behind her, she got a job high in the ministry and she was working towards ending the corruption within the ministry. It was of course a gruellingly slow process but in the five/six months Hermione had already been working there she had already made great progress. There was word in the papers that she would be one of the first female ministers of magic.
This last week Hermione had been at a conference concerning the best possible way to deal with the remaining death eaters, including the ones being kept in Azkaban. The conference was supposed to go on for another three days but the conclusion had been decided rather quickly, so Hermione sent a owl home, packed her clothes and came home as quickly as possible.
--
Hermione wandered through the house looking for her boyfriend. She was confused when she heard groans coming from the master bedroom.
“What..?” She whispered, her heart hammering in her chest.
Hermione pushed the bedroom door open with her foot. The door creaked slightly on its hinges as it swung open. The creaking noise was covered by a loud feminine moan. Hermione’s eyes widened at the sight in front of her.
Charlie lay on his back, his eyes closed in pleasure, his body glistening with sweat. The girl moving on top of him had long brown hair down to her waist. Her hair seemed to cascade down her back like a waterfall as she threw her head back and moaned louder. Charlie also moaned at this. Beads of sweat were also forming on the girls back.
“Off, on your knees, whore,” Charlie growled, voice filled with lust.
The girl slid off his cock and turned to get on her knees, now the girls face was visible and the girl had a clear view of Hermione standing at the door.
“Um.. Charlie?” the girl said uncertainly. Charlie was also starting at the figure in the door frame.
“Charlie?” Hermione said weakly. She dropped the bag she was holding and turned and ran out of the front door.
“Fuck!” Charlie said, before jumping out of bed, pulling on the nice pants he had been wearing before his adventures in the bedroom and grabbed his white dinner shirt running out of the room after his girlfriend as he shrugged it on.
Charlie caught up to Hermione, who was rushing along the still busy streets, quickly.
“Hermione!” Charlie called out.
“No!” She called back to him, as she did the skies decided to open and rain poured down onto the couple.
“Hermione!” He called louder, this time grabbing her arm and twisting her to face him.
“What do you want?” She demanded, tears combining with the rain.
“Hermione, just listen-” Charlie began but Hermione cut him off.
“No! Listen here and listen good.” She fell to her knees. “All hail the fucking heartbreaker! Is this what you want?” Her voice cracked on the word ‘want.’
“No! Hermione, I want to explain-” Charlie was cut off again.
“Did you want to explain why you were fucking Lavender Brown who is married to your fucking brother? Or maybe it you want to give me some brilliant reason why you are fucking another girl while I’m away?” She was growing angrier by the moment. “We have a house together, Charlie, we have been together through so much, true it has only been six months, but so much has happened in that time!” She wiped the mixture of tears and rain from her face but it didn’t do much good. “Why, Charlie?” She asked.
Charlie had the decency to look ashamed. His white t-shit by this point was completely soaked through as were his pants though those being black didn’t matter. Apparently he was unable to think of an appropriate response to Hermione’s question as he opened and closed his mouth a few times but no sound came out.
Her thoughts mechanically analysed his every word for the last few months, and to her they seemed no different then the ones at the beginning at the relationship.
“How long has this been going on?” Hermione begged with her eyes hoping this was the first time, but she knew deep down it wasn’t. Especially from the prepared meal that had been left uneaten on the table. Charlie looked down, rather than at the distraught girl in front of him.
“Over a year,” He said. “I was ending the whole thing tonight, she wanted break up sex, I’m so sorry, Hermione.”
“You’ve been fucking her the whole time we have been together?” Hermione’s voice was venomous. He gave a slight nod. “What about Ronald, your brother, remember him? What about me, Charlie? What about me?” She demanded. Fresh tears started falling from her eyes. Hermione couldn’t feel them though; she couldn’t feel anything other then the stabbing pain going through her heart.
“We are done.”
There was a certain finality to that sentence as Hermione uttered it. Three words, three simple words, who knew they could cause so much pain?
“We are over.”
She tried a different ending. Still as powerful as well as utterly heartbreaking. Then she said three completely different words to end it all.
“Goodbye, Charlie Weasley.”
--
Charlie watched as the girl he loved disappeared from his life forever. He knew it was his fault and as much as he didn’t want to accept it, he had to.
He found himself in the middle of their lounge room an hour later, surrounded with photos all of which held the smiling face of his love.
--
I'll let you get the best of me
Because there's nothing else that I do well
I'll let you get the best of me
Because there's nothing else that I do well
I'll be the giver and you'll be the taker
I guess that's how this one's gonna go I'll be the giver and you'll be the taker
You've got me down on my knees and I proclaim
All hail the heartbreaker
--
A/N: A little story that popped into my mind this wonderful evening.
Reviews will buy you my love.
Happy Reading! ;D