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There had to be another life outside of this. Something more to look forward to than another day of bickering and covered up lies. This is exactly why she held back, because in the deep crevices of her heart she knew that if she loved him, truly loved him and came to sincerely believe that he loved her that he would smash her heart to pieces. Which is exactly what he was doing now.

They sat across from each other in two identical red "love" seats (ironic isn't it) and glared at one another with such ferocity that any bystander in the common room would be surprised that they didn't melt one another. How had they gone from loving each other to this inevitable fate of brokenness and hurt?

Hermione was slouched over resting her elbows on her knees cupping her chin in both of her hands occasionally rubbing her creased forehead and absentmindedly biting her nails. Her hair was long and slightly frizzed flowing down so that it ran past her legs, tickling the exposed skin of her thighs. She wore her dad's old flannel and navy blue volleyball spandex and her mascara and eyeliner was smeared from rubbing her eyes with her knuckles from her acquired insomnia. Ron sat upright, as straight and rigid as possible grasping either his jeans in bunches or the ends of the couch. His white V-neck exposed bits of his chiseled chest and his hair stood up in tufts from him pulling it in frustration. He exuded his defensiveness through every pore in his body, making it clear that what Hermione had witnessed was more than just a fling. It meant something, and he was going to continue doing what he wanted.

"Did you or did you not cheat on me, Ronald?"

"Yes. But how do you expect me to satisfy my needs when we barely see each other anymore. You're always with your books, studying, and whenever I want to spend time alone with you, you always give me this lame excuse."

"Ron, how can you possibly say that? I make plenty of time for us."

"Please, Mione give me a break. You only spare the least amount of possible time with me and you always avoid any physical contact. Ever since…"

"Ever since what Ron? Are you seriously going to consider bringing that up right now?"

"Well I always have to avoid it around you. Don't you think I care enough about you that I still want to get physical with you? I'm not one of those jerks that did that to you Mione. I would never hurt you like they did."

"You've already hurt me Ron, don't you get it. You lied to me saying I was the only one you cared about. I go through a hard time that makes it hard for me to feel like being intimate with you and there you go cheating on me."

"Well its your problem that you can't so shouldn't I be able to find some release. Some satisfaction when you deny me over and over again."

"I don't want to feel pressured into doing anything Ron. You obviously don't understand how what they did to me made me feel. It makes me sick, disgusted with myself when I entertain the idea of being forced into something again. They violated the purity I once had and made me feel like a piece of trash that is so easily crumpled, balled up or torn and thrown away. I feel invaluable and obsolete. How can you dare to make me feel anything when I can barely experience the slightest emotions?"

"So now I disgust you?! I didn't do anything wrong Hermione. How do you think it makes me feel when you reject me? I feel like all you do is shut me out so that you don't have to feel anything. Your cold in every aspect and I miss the girl you once were that was also my best friend. I completely lost her."

"I'm not the same person and these expectations…well they're unrealistic. I think you should just leave me behind because the girl that once was, is gone and she isn't coming back. I experienced too much to forget."

"If only you would let me help you forget…"

Ron looked across at Hermione observing her every motion, however small, and noticing that the Hermione he did once love was gone. Her heart was torn and broken, and he could not heal it no matter how devoted. She had set her mind to become unchangeable and once she was determined on a certain goal Hermione achieved it. He got up from the chair feeling as though he lost a vital part of his very being and walked away.

She stared a stain on the carpet of the common room noticing its discoloration and size. It seemed somehow intriguing to see something so mundane pertain to her life at this exact moment. She had no emotion reflecting across her face, simply a blank wonderment played across it but unveiling nothing. The words that kept coming to her mind were, "It's going to be okay", repeated over and over again. She forced herself to swallow the lump in her throat like she had done since that night she was found tied to a bed clad with red silk bedding, laid bare before the world, covered only by the material bandaged around her wrists and feet and her mouth muffled by cloth soaked in a gaseous liquid/smell that had made her unconscious, in the Room of Requirement. She would not scream and cry any longer. Instead she would separate herself from the world and know within herself that nobody could save her from this torment.

She finally released her intense stare at the splotch and looked across from her past the chair Ron was sitting in before and into the fire. The shapes that danced within it mesmerized her, and she began to truly realize that she has just dumped her best friend/ boyfriend. "Things change so quickly…" she pondered and then sighed, getting up from the chair she had sunk into and heading down the corridor and into the Heads chambers where her bed made of white cotton sheets waited for her to nestle within their folds until the following morning.

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