Disclaimer: if i were jk, would i be writing this?

"Your seeing that blonde witch from your office, aren't you?" Hermione yelled at Ron, throwing a slipper at him.

"Of course not." Ron said picking up the old ice cream cartons on Hermione's dresser and throwing them in the wastebin.

"Yes you are!" She yelled again.

"What makes you think that?" Ron asked calmly.

"Because I'm ugly and fat." Hermione pouted.

"No you're not." Ron said as he put a hand on her shoulder.

"Ew, don't touch me. You did this to me." Hermione said shaking off his hand.

"How did I- ok I know how I did this to you but what do you want me to do?"

"I don't know. I'm going to my mother's house." She said. She pulled a drawer out of her dresser, dumped its contents into a suitcase, and stormed out of the bedroom. Ron listened as she banged down the stairs, bustled through the kitchen, and slammed the door. Then he listened as the door opened again and Hermione ran up the stairs.

"No, I am not going to run home to my mom crying. I will be mature. Leave me alone meanie! You can not sleep here tonight."

"What?" Ron asked, "then where am I going to sleep?"

"The couch is comfortable." She said pushing Ron out of the room. Ron heard the door magically lock. He knocked on the door.

"Can I at least have my pillow?"

"Harry, I really don't know what to do." Ron said twirling a spoon in his coffee. He and Harry were at the Leaky Cauldron. Ron had coffee but he wasn't drinking it. "I love Hermione, no matter what hormonal state she is in, but Harry she's just-just- ugh I don't know how to say it."

"Naggy, needy, fat?" Harry suggested.

"No, ok, maybe she's a little needy." Harry gave him a skeptical look. "Ok, a lot needy, but I don't see why she is always mad at me. I mean, I did go out, at three, to get Hermione sardines, apple and peach pie, and lime Jell-O. What is wrong?"

Harry just chuckled. "Well, that's what you get for marrying her."

"I love her Harry." Ron sighed.

"Yeah, I love Ginny but I'm not marrying her or getting her like Hermione."

"Cause your not shagging her, right?" Ron asked protectively.

"Uh." Harry started guilty, "Of course not." He reassured Ron. "We wont do that till we're married."

"You better make sure of that."

"Ginny, I really don't know what to do." Hermione said twirling a spoon in her ice cream. She and Ginny were at Fluresenct's Ice Cream Shop. Hermione was eating her third banana split. "I love Ron, no matter how much of a prat he is, but Ginny he's just-just ugh I don't know how to say it."

"Pratish, unsympathetic, ugly?" Ginny suggested.

"No, ok, maybe he's a little bit unsympathetic." Ginny gave her a skeptical look. "Ok, a lot unsympathetic but I don't see why he has to be like that. I mean, he is always at work, and there's a blond witch there. Why doesn't he see what condition I'm in, it is obvious."

Ginny just chuckled. "Well, that's what you get for marrying him."

"I love him Ginny." Hermione sighed.

I love Harry but were not getting married, and I am not getting like you."

"Cause your not shagging him, right?" Hermione asked protectively.

"Uh" she started. "Of course not. We decided to be like you and Ron and wait till we're married."

"You better make sure of that."

Hermione walked into her office and placed her folder on her desk. She worked for a few minutes, until Ron came in.

"Mione, please just hear me out." Ron pleaded.

"Fine"she said turning back to the desk.

"Mione, I love you soo much. I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world. I don't think your fat and I promise to be more supportive." He said. He put down a box of chocolates and started to walk out the door.

Hermione walked over to him. "Wait Ronnie." She put her arms around him. "I'm sorry I know I get emotional." Ron and Hermione kissed for a little while. Ron broke away from her and looked at the clock.

"Er, Mione, I er, need a sickle." Ron said feebly.

"So you just apologized cause you need money!" Hermione yelled as she took of her stiletto heels and threw one at Ron. Ron ducked the shoe and it flew over his head.

"No, Mione. See my broom, it's on a parking meter, and they take away your broom if you don't pay, Mione I really need the-
"Get out! Get out! Get out!" she yelled throwing her other shoe at him. This time Ron wasn't as lucky, the shoe hit him on the arm and made a small cut.

Scared by the enraged shoe-throwing, Ron left the room and ran outside in an attempt to save his broom. He looked to where he had parked his broom. The broom was gone and in its place was a small Ministry note.

"Ugh…"

Hermione walked into her and Ron's flat and took some ice cream, butterbeer, Vienna sausages, and Oreo's. She ate until she heard the phone ring. She answered.

"Hello?"

"Yes, hello. Is Ron there?" a woman's voice asked.

Hermione was about to yell when she had an idea. "I'm sorry Mr. Weasley isn't available, can I please take a message?" she asked in a valley girl accent.

"May ask who this is?" The woman asked. Hermione realized it was Connie, the blonde witch at Ron's office, was the one on the phone.

"This is Shelby, Ron's sectary."

"Oh, ok. Tell him Connie called and that she needs to have the decision by tonight."

"Can you tell me what the decision is? You know he's forgetful." Hermione asked, still speaking valley girl.

"Oh, tell him I need to know the color of the pillows. Ok, well, bye." Connie said. The phone fell silent. Hermione was appalled. Ron and Connie were planning a beach house, Lake House, flat together? She knew he was having an affair. She ate all the contents of the fridge, pantry, and special snack hideout. Ron walked in and Hermione was ready. The first thing Ron saw as he walked in the door was a sharp, glass, paperweight flying towards his head. He ducked and saw a few more things being thrown at him.

"What?" He asked out loud picking up a small lamp.

"Connie called today, she wanted to know what color pillows you wanted." Hermione retorted. Ron sighed and walked over to where she was. He saw her standing in the kitchen with a fully armed with ammo with consisted of many household appliances.

"Hermione, I didn't want you to find out like this." Ron said.

"You know what, if you didn't want me to know you shouldn't have done it."

"What? I wanted you to know but not-"

"What? No what Ron, I am fe-"

"No Hermione." He said calling her Hermione the first time since they had gotten married. "I am fed up. I am supportive. I call you beautiful. I go get what food you wants. I put up with your tantrums. I work my butt off to support all the money you use on food. I have had it."

"So have I. Get out! And don't come back! Forever!" Hermione yelled. She threw the appliances at him pushing him out the door.

A/N: Hope you liked it! One more chapter, R&R please