Prologue

"...Because I'm pregnant!"

"Dammit...dammit dammit dammit!" Repeated an angry Ron Weasley, slamming his balled fist on the table before him. His cup of coffee sloshed a bit, other patrons eerily staring at him as they watched his tantrum.

Cold blue eyes looked downward, immersing themselves into the black liquid wherein, remembering the argument he had had an hour before...

"You can't just leave like this Ron!"  Screamed a stricken Hermione, tears beginning to form in her chocolate eyes. "Why? Wh-What did I do?" She asked, this time the tears coming down her cheeks.

"You didn't do anything! This wasn't supposed to happen Hermione, we... We aren't supposed to be together!" Ron yelled back, slamming closed his trunk full of clothing. "I can't stay Hermione, don't think it doesn't hurt for me to leave..." He said, his eyes not daring to make contact with her own, knowing full well that if he did – his own tears would begin to fall.

"But... you can't leave! You just can't!" She said, hands wiping furiously at her cheeks as she strode over to Ron, her hands landing on his trunk. "Please!"

Temper overcoming him, Ron reached behind him and grabbed a glass vase – one that he gave Hermione for her birthday last – and tossed it at the wall, the vase shattering against the pristine white that they had both painted together. "Why can't I leave?" He screamed, fuming as his eyes finally made met hers.

Tears still flowing freely, Hermione glared into his eyes, her lips quivering. "...Because I'm pregnant!"

Hermione had cried to the point where her eyes had become dry, as if no more tears lie in their reservoir. Curled into a small ball in the kitchen, her long brown hair stuck to her cheeks, her brown eyes puffy and red. She had run over the argument Ron and she had had a million times, and she remembered watching him walk out the door a million times.

Standing she walked slowly to the bathroom, washing her face in ice cold water. The chill it brought gave Hermione a sense of numbness... later when she would look back on this action she would realize – that was what she was trying to accomplish... she wanted to be numb.

Blotting her face dry with a hand towel, her ears heard a familiar sound – the front door opening. Darting from the bathroom and down the stairs of her tiny apartment, her gaze landed on a sullen Ron, soaked from the rain outside.

Smiling a bit, Hermione walked forward to him, preparing to wrap her arms around him and welcome him home.

"No..." Ron said, pushing her away and stepping backwards. "...I didn't come back to stay, Hermione..." He said, pushing past her and taking his trunk off the bed. He had left it here in a rush to leave, needing to think for awhile.

Coming back down, Hermione just watched him, stricken faced. "So... you are leaving." She said, more of a statement then a question.

Looking at her in shock, Ron set his trunk down. "What do you think, Hermione? I'm only 23... I can't be a father."

And with these words, Ron Weasley walked out the front door, and out of Hermione's life.

I can't understand myself anymore

But I m still feeling lonely

Feeling so unholy

-Numb, Portishead

A/N: Reviews would be appreciated... no more until I get at least three reviews. I wanna know people are reading this thing. ~_~