I'm editing the lyrics a little bit (just she's to he's) to keep Ron a guy and not become a girl.

Teenage Heartbreak~ Eleventyseven

You believed in the words he spoke
And the love he said he had
But leaving this and starting over doesn't sound that bad
And He won't care if it ends this way

Ron was shouting. Again. Today it was because Hermione hadn't finished making dinner before he came back from Auror training. She had been promoted to head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and so had been working on a new legislation to put into action for the Society for the Promotion of Elvish Welfare. Her good news however, was lost under Ron's constant complaints.

Hermione, having heard enough, stomped out of the kitchen, leaving the unfinished cooking behind her, and locked herself in her study. She cast a permanent locking charm along with a silencing charm and tried to calm down in the peace and quiet. She picked up a book, intending to lose herself in the story and relax.

She should have never listened to Mrs. Weasley. It's her fault Hermione is in this situation in the beginning. The Weasley matriarch was very persuasive, especially when her arguments were so logical. Hermione had been perfectly happy in her previous relationship. An unlikely match, definitely, but happy. Mrs. Weasley had been determined to get Ron and Hermione together since their second year and with enough arguing, Hermione left her boyfriend and went to Ron, as it was always meant to be.

Now she sees how wrong the decision was. She missed the life she left behind. How simple and easy life was but most of all, she missed smiling. Take your life in your own hands, don't let anyone control you. You've never let them do so before, she chastised herself. After a few more minutes of contemplating the consequences and "what if's", Hermione walked out of the room to face Ron.

The youngest Weasley boy had settled into the couch to watch the television, which Hermione had bought to keep in touch with her Muggle roots. He didn't bother to look her way when she approached. His attitude only reinforced her judgement on this decision.

"Ron, I'm leaving." Hermione didn't let her voice waver. She wanted to be clear and to the point. Even Ron couldn't misunderstand her.

"Get more milk, we're out." Ron replied, eyes still glued on the television.

"I'm not coming back. I should have never listened to your mother. I'm going back to Fred and beg of him to take me back. I've made mistakes and I can't go on without him anymore." Ron turned to her now, his face enraged. He looked terrifying. She had never seen him so angry before, especially not towards her. He seemed to lunge at her, but before he could grab her arm, Hermione twisted on the spot and disapparated.

Hermione landed in the middle of Diagon Alley, facing the bright building of the twins' joke shop. She tried to wipe the tears away from the wave of emotions that had crashed around her moments previous. Putting on a brave face, Hermione walked into the store, hoping to find Fred quickly. She scanned the floor for the tuft of bright red hair. She could see George helping a client near the back but no Fred in sight. She walked towards their back room, where they made and experimented their products. She took down the protective wards around the door. They were no problem, she was the one who put erected them in the first place when the twins opened the shop. She opened the door and stepped inside the stuffy room.

It was dark and she had trouble breathing.

"Fred?" She called out. "Are you in here?"

Suddenly a body collided with her own. A hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the room. They didn't stop when they had reached the shop again, instead taking the stairs up to Fred and George's flat. The door closed behind her and the Weasley at the end of her arm finally turned around to look at her. His expression was hard to understand. His smiled showed that he was glad to see her, however the sad, solemn look in his eyes told another story. Hermione, driven by her instincts, threw her arms around the rehead's waist, hugging him close. After a moment of hesitation, she felt his hands wrap themselves around her.

"I'm so sorry." She repeated apologies as a fresh wave of tears streamed down her face. Fred said nothing, only holding her until she finished crying. When the convulsions seemed to stop and her crying turned to dry sobs, Fred led her to the couch, sitting next to her at an angle where he could still face her.

"What happened? Where's Ron?" Fred wanted to know what could possible have happened to make Hermione break down this way. Hermione kept her head down as she replied.

"Left Ron. Couldn't do it anymore. I missed you so much." Hermione lifted her head to look at him in the eyes. "I understand if you found someone else. I couldn't expect you to wait when I left you the way I did. I'm sure she's prettier than me. I shouldn't have come. I'm sorry." Hermione tried to get up, only to have Fred push her back down against the couch.

"I've missed you, too, Mione." Hermione smiled at the nickname he had given her. "I was hoping you'd leave Ron and come back. Of course I've had offers and George tried to set me up more than once but I couldn't date any of those witches, however pretty they may be. None of them could equal to you. There's only you, always ever been you. I love you, Mione. I always will." Fred then kissed her. So softly she was reminded of their first kiss back at the burrow years previous.

"I love you, too, Fred. Always you."