Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Oh, how I wish I did. Then I would be very very rich. (And not being forced to publish my writing here)


It was fate, and they knew it. The two lovers didn't even remember how or why they got to this place. The only thing they knew was that their actions right here, right now felt right. They had known each other for years, but most of those had been filled with hatred. However, in the last few hours, all the hatred had slipped away.

Hermione Granger had returned home from a hard day of work at the Ministry of Magic, only to find empty rooms and a note in the middle of the floor. Apprehension and fear building, she knelt down to pick up the piece of parchment.

Dear Hermione,

I am so sorry, but I have been asked to leave very suddenly. Charlie offered me a job working in Romania, and I couldn't miss the opportunity. All of your belongings are in the bedroom, but I had to return everything of Mum and Dad's to them since I wouldn't be using it anymore. Also, it will be very hard for me to get away, so I don't think a relationship will work anymore. I'm sorry, but I needed the work, and I felt this would be the best way to tell you. Try to keep in touch.

Ron

"Pfft. Keep in touch my ass." She mumbled sarcastically. "The bastard didn't even have the guts to tell me in person. He doesn't deserve letters."

And then she realized the full extent of what had just happened. Ron had left her. She was alone in the small apartment they had been renting, with almost no furniture, and the bad feelings left behind by her ex-boyfriend. She dropped the stack of files she had been carrying, lay down on the floor, and positively sobbed. Why had Ron done this to her? In her eyes, their relationship was perfect, and she couldn't comprehend why he would have been so eager to leave. Sure, he had been without work for a year or so, but he hadn't seemed too bothered by it. Maybe it was because of her, and he made up an excuse to leave? No, that was too extreme, there had to have been something else. Another woman? All those hours she had been at the office and he was home alone, he never really told her what he did during the day. That seemed like a more comprehendible reason for his departure. "But that still doesn't make it okay!" she shouted to the blank walls. There was only an echo in response.

Suddenly she was startled by the sound of the Floo behind her. She looked around and saw Ginny climbing out of the fireplace.

"So it's true, then? My brother really is a bastard."

"Nicely put. But you've known that for years, haven't you?"

"I have, but I just felt the need to verify it once and for all." She walked over to Hermione and put an arm around her. "Tell you what – we'll go out, and let you talk to other guys. Put you back on the playing field."

Hermione cringed, and thought about all of the awful men that occupied bars and taverns late at night.

"Ginny, I don't think that's the greatest idea. I just became single an hour ago. I'm not going to immediately go out and find a new boyfriend."

"Sure you are. I think you need it, in any case. You've been working too much, Hermione. You need to live a little. Come on. Let's see if my idiot brother left you anything decent to wear." She stood up and started to walk in the direction of the bedroom.

"I shouldn't go."

"Yes, you should. Now get up, and start flaunting that single status of yours! God, my brother is an idiot! If you ever see him again, I give you full reign when it comes to revenge. Try that bird thing again from sixth year; he looked funny with scratches all over his face."

"Alright, I guess I'll go, but no place that's bad news! I don't want to get mixed up with those sorts of guys."

"Fine – here's a great outfit for you to wear!" Ginny called from the bedroom. "Red is a really good color for you."

Hermione walked towards the bedroom, and stared at what Ginny had picked out for her: a simple short-sleeved red v-neck top, and a tight black pencil skirt. The only problem Hermione could find was with the shoes: six-inch white patent-leather pumps.

"How do you expect me to walk in those?" she protested. "You know I'm not very good with heels!"

"Sure you are! Hermione, just wear them, I promise you won't fall."

"Oh, alright then. Where are we going to go?"

"Harry told me about a neat little place called The Filthy Unicorn in Diagon Alley. Apparently it's new, and very popular."

"Is Harry coming with us?"

"No, he's at home with James, but I'm keeping my ring in full view so no one gets the shit knocked out of them unnecessarily."

"Good plan. Well, I'm ready, so I guess we should go."

"Let's do it!" Ginny agreed, and the two friends apparated away.