"Hermione, please" Ron sighed, stepping slowly towards her.
"No, Ronald that was your last chance. You blew it, just like the rest of them. I'm out, done." Hermione replied, tears flowing freely down her flustered cheeks.
"Hermione please, I didn't mean to! I swear!" he pleaded, getting a little desperate now.
Who thought, Ronald Bilius Weasley, would cheat on his childhood sweetheart, Hermione Jean Granger? She certainly didn't - especially for the third time.
"What happened then Ron? She came onto you? Like the last two times? Funny that, seeing as you had her up against the wall!" Hermione screamed now, backing towards the kitchen of the Burrow. It was a good thing everyone was out really, she didn't want the embarrassment of everyone watching on.
Hermione had finished her day at the Ministry early when she decided to surprise Ron with a reservation at their favourite restaurant for the evening. Except, she was the one in for a surprise when she arrived at their little flat to find Ron pinning Lavender up against the living room wall. She had apparated to Burrow in hope to have some peace to think over what she had just witnessed, but was interrupted when Ron apparated back too and immediately tried to apologise.
"I- I don't know Hermione. I'm sorry though, I really am!" Ron tried, taking a step forward again.
"No, Ron. I told you, you had one more chance, you ruined it, and I'd be a fool to take you back again. You can go back to the flat and pack your stuff up. I want you out by tomorrow morning." Hermione sighed, turning towards the kitchen door and striding out into the yard.
She would come back tomorrow to see the Weasley's and explain what had happened, as she knew Ron would just mope about without saying a word. It was a shame really, she enjoyed spending time with the family, but she felt it would be too awkward to be around now she and Ron were no longer together. Somehow she knew it wouldn't last, but she couldn't bring herself to admit it. Not really.
However, at the moment she needed to have a glass of Firewhiskey to dampen the anger building through her body. As she reached the edge of the Weasley's yard, she thought firmly of the Leaky Cauldron and apparated without a second glance.
"Hey Tom," she smiled as she greeted the old bar man. "A glass of Firewhiskey please, I'll be at the back" she said, as she made her way to the booths at the back of the pub. She didn't need anyone interrupting as she thought about her relationship with Ron. What had she done so bad, that he had to cheat on her three times?
When Tom bought her drink over, she began sipping away slowly as she thought back to her years at Hogwarts. She and Ron were always bickering, teasing each other, helping each other, but there was never that 'spark' that all the girls always spoke about. She had originally got with Ron because that's what everybody expected to happen. She had grown to love him, but there was never any excitement. He wasn't an awful boyfriend, but he never took her out for meals, never bought her flowers. It was just the same as being friends, except they said 'I love you' and kissed occasionally.
As she finished her drink, she made her way over to bar and took a seat, asking for another Firewhiskey to be sent her way. She knew drinking never solved anything, but as she drank more and more, the anger slowly started to subside. She started to feel floaty and calm, which is exactly the affect she'd been looking for.
Before she knew it, Hermione was struggling to stay seated as the room span violently around her. As blackness started to envelope her, a pair of strong arms grabbed hold of her, pulling her into their owner's chest.