Series: The Music Box
Part 2: The Best Way To Mend A Broken Heart
Author: Lady B
Character(s): Harry, implied Harry/UMC, Hermione/Ron, implied Pansy/Dean, Luna/Ginny
Rating: R for language
Summary: Hermione opened the door, took one look at his tear-streaked face and suddenly kicked Ron out of their apartment. Let Girls Night commence!
Challenge: IJ/LJ AWDT Valentine's Quickies #2: Being stood up/dumped
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Note: I thought I'd try and make an effort to free my muse from my brain and participate in the Quickies fest for Valentine's Day. I'm going to try and make each one a continuation of the previous one, and each title will be some kind of quote about Valentine's Day taken from Quotegarden.com. This will be a Harry/Draco by the end.


The best way to mend a broken heart is time and girlfriends.
~Gwyneth Paltrow
"But Hermione -"

"Ron, don't argue with me about this! Go hang out with Neville and Seamus or something." Hermione snapped. Ron shook his head in amusement.

"Kicked out of my own home, and for what? Some bloody girls thing."

"It's not a girls thing!"

"Then what do you call it when a bunch of grown women, and one gay man get together, stay up all night eating popcorn and chocolate until they puke while watching silly girl movies and then talk about man problems?" Ron grinned.

"Oh! You beast!" Hermione laughed, play smacking her husband across his arms and head.

"Ow! All right woman! I'm going!" Ron laughed, dodging her arms. He quickly packed a few things before kissing Hermione on the cheek.

"Bye Harry!" he called in the general direction of their bathroom. All he got back were loud anguished sobs. "Hope you can handle him." he shot to his wife. She just simply pushed him out the door. She then went to check on Harry.

"Harry?" She knocked on the door.

"I'm fine." came the sniffled reply.

"I'm going to call Ginny, Luna, and Pansy over."

"Where's Ron?"

"I kicked him out for the night. It'll be just us girls. Will you be okay for a moment?"

"Yeah."

"All right. Be back in a jiff."

- - -

"What happened, love?" Luna asked as the group settled themselves among the blankets and pillows scattered around the living room floor. Harry snagged a chocolate truffle and popped it into his mouth.

"He said he wanted more man and less girl. That he couldn't be with someone who wanted to spend time at home, cooking, cleaning and taking care of the six kids we were going to have."

"I would kill to have someone cooking and cleaning for me. And I don't just mean house elves." Pansy sighed. The others agreed.

"But that's not the worse part." Harry continued.

"Spill!" Hermione exclaimed.

"I came home from the store today and caught him wearing his mother's lingerie!"

"No!" Ginny gaped in shock.

"And he accused me of corrupting him and his morals. Me corrupt him? He was the one shoving his cock into me, gladly might I add, on a nightly basis and twice on Sundays!"

Luna burst out into helpless laughter, quickly infecting the other girls.

"It's not that funny!" Harry stated.

"We're not laughing at you, Harry. We're laughing at the situation." Hermione reassured him. He watched his closest friends laughing and couldn't help be affected.

"Well...he did look pretty silly wearing this horrible shade of pink." Harry chuckled. The others roared with laughter and Harry joined them.

- - -

After engorging themselves on cakes and chocolates, and having a crying party over "Pretty In Pink", the talk turned back to Harry's love life (or lack thereof).

"Harry, have you given any thought to blind dating?" Hermione wondered.

"Hermione, you know I don't trust those things." Harry sighed.

"Why not? That's how Ginny and Luna got together." Pansy told him. He looked at the two in question, finally noticing they were quite close together.

"When did that happen and how did I miss it?" Harry wondered.

"You were too busy with what's-his-name to notice." Ginny laughed.

"So what did you do?" Harry was honestly curious.

"I went to Hearts Desire in Diagon Alley and filled out a questionnaire. A week later, I met Luna for dinner and we've been together ever since."

"How does that work?"

"Something in the way you word your answers, I assume, will pair you up with someone with similar wants and desires. I don't really know the mechanics of it or what spells they use to determine the pairings, it's all done anonymously. But since they've been open, they've had a 99.9% success rate." Luna answered.

"That's how I met Dean." Pansy added.

"I think you should give it a try, Harry." Hermione urged.

"I'll think about it." Harry agreed after some thought. Hermione patted his arm.

"Who picks the next movie?" Ginny stated.

"It's Harry's turn." Pansy smiled.

"Let's watch 'The Neverending Story'. I could use a bit of fantasy at the moment." Harry grinned.

"You just want to ogle Atreyu again." Luna giggled.

"I swear it's the hair." Ginny rolled her eyes as Harry threw a pillow at her. The other girls laughed as they got settled for the night.

As they watched their movies and ate chocolate well into the morning hours, Harry was suddenly glad he could turn to his best gal pals when he was feeling blue. He loved Ron, but sometimes a gay man just needed a woman's touch. And the blind dating thing sounded interesting.


To be continued...