Hermione's P.O.V.
I had decided to come down to the changing rooms to surprise Ron after the Quidditch match. After all, it was the last match of the year before the championship, and it was his last year playing, too. We had all gone back to Hogwarts to redo our seventh year, after the war.
I was in such a hurry to get down there, that I didn't even notice Harry until I collided with him.
"Oi! Watch where you're going, Harry!" I cried out. He grinned at me sheepishly.
"Sorry, 'Mione."
"Is Ron still in there?" I asked him, then watched in confusion as his expression changed from joking to cagey in an instant.
"Uhh... no, he's not..." Harry said slowly, but it was obvious that he was lying. I raised my eyebrows at him, before pushing past 'The Chosen One' and continuing on towards my destination. Harry followed along behind me, feebly trying to stop me.
I pushed the door open, and was met with a scene out of my nightmares. Ron was pushing Lavender Brown up against the lockers, snogging.
Instantly, tears welled up in my eyes, and I turned away, running. Ron didn't even notice that they had been interrupted.
Running off of the grounds, I Disapparated, arriving at the first place I could think of - the Ministry of Magic. I needed to get away, to start over. There was nothing left here for me. I hadn't been able to lift the memory charm that I had placed on my parents, so Ron was... had been the only thing left for me in England. Now there was nothing holding me back.
Running into the Ministry, I headed straight for the Portkey Distribution and Control Office, and was heading out five minutes later with a Portkey for America. Mum and Dad had always wanted me to attend Stanford, for some reason. Now I was going to fulfill that dream.
