If there was one thing that the brightest witch of her age never understood, it would be coincidences. Hermione Granger was hardly wrong and she believed that everything was explainable, there was always logic and facts to back up and support every thought or anything she had gone through. So the only one thing she never understood happened when she was walking down Diagon Alley.

Jun 2000

Hermione shivered and clutched her white coat closer around her petite body as the rain poured, soaking her wild curls and her robes. She cursed as she realised her had forgotten her wand at the restaurant she had just recently dined with Ron.

She felt hot tears drip down her flushed cheeks as she recalled what had just happened. Ron and her had been together after the War. They had been "casually" dating as Ron as put it. After almost three years of "casually" dating and fooling around, Hermione thought Ron was finally going to take their relationship seriously. He had brought her to the finest Italian restaurant claiming that he had something important to discuss. Hermione who had been giddy with excitement immediately put on her gorgeous silk halter gown and piled her wild, chesnut curls into a messy bun. A bold red lip and and a swipe of mascara, she was more than ready to finally be taken seriously. Yet, that was the last thing on Ron's mind.

"Hermione, I - I can't do this anymore," Ron sighed.

"What do you mean Ron?," Hermione said, her bright smile turning into a frown.

"I just think I don't feel the same way anymore, Mione. I want… I want to be free, you know? I want to explore what there is before just settling down with you," Ron replied, grabbing Hermione's hand. His eyes were pleading for her understanding.

"Ron? Wh-what does this mean?," Hermione asked, confused.

"Damn it, Hermione! I just think we should- we should take some time off, you know and like explo-

"EXPLORE?!" Hermione roared

"I gave you THREE bloody years to fucking explore Ron! Why did you keep me hanging for all these years then? ,"

"Hermione, you're being bloody dramatic come on!,"

"DRAMATIC?!," Hermione cried out, her face flushed with anger. "Well, why not I make a dramatic exit as well then huh?!," Hermione screamed as she stood and walked towards the door. She glanced back and said "Have fun exploring Ron cause let me tell you, once I walk out this door, we're done!," she screamed, slaming the glass door, not caring that the customers were staring with wide eyes.

Hermione rubbed furiously at the tears on her cheek, not caring that the mascara she had applied were now all over her cheeks. She looked up into the dark sky and saw the rain pouring non stop. She could feel a headache forming and her stomach felt queasy. Her whole body was shaking with the cold and her knees were sore. She didn't know how long she was in the pouring rain but all she knew was that she needed to go home before passed out.

Hermione ran forward and bumped into something hard. She felt her body fall forward and her head hit against the pavement hard. She could feel her vision going blurry yet she could remember stormy grey eyes and a confused "Granger?" before her vision went black.