"Neighbours, should be there
for one another. That's when good neighbours become go-" Harry switched the television off.
"Dinner's ready!" Hermione
called from the kitchen. "It's so nice to be able to magic up food." She
continued as Harry stomped into the kitchen.
Hermione and Harry had been living
together for five years. They weren't married, but they were in a relationship.
Though lately, things had started getting out of hand.
"Don't worry, I set the
table." Hermione said, trying to be cheerful.
Harry sat down at one end of
the table while Hermione brought the food to the table and then sat down. Harry
took one look at the food and turned his head away in disgust.
"What's this, woman?" Harry
barked. "I thought I told you I didn't like pecorino cheese on my pasta. I want
parmesan!"
"But darling, they're so
alike and…" Hermione didn't get to finish. Harry slapped her across the face.
"Owwww!" Hermione cried out
in pain, but Harry ignored her.
"Never, never do it again!"
"Yes, I won't." Hermione
said. Harry mumbled a good and walked up stairs to watch television.
Once Harry was out of sight,
Hermione buried her face in her hands, tears pouring down her face. She looked
a mess, with bags under her eyes and cuts from where Harry had scraped her. Her
eyes were… lifeless. Hermione knew what she had to do. She ran upstairs to pack
her bags.
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Hermione rang the doorbell.
Ron answered the door. He hugged Hermione fiercely.
"Oh, Hermi..."
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Harry woke up and got out of
bed. He went to the kitchen, but there was no one there.
"Hermione!" He shouted,
though he knew there was no use. Hermione had gone.
