(Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. I am just doing this for my own fun)

Chapter One

The Beginning of Something

"Honestly Ron! Do you expect me to do everything for you!" I scream at him as I threw a plate at the ground. I'm standing in the kitchen doing the dishes once again without help. I grasp the kitchen sink as Ron whips his head around to look at me. He's sitting on the on the couch as alway. I slaved over dinner tonight and yet he can help with the cleaning up. It pisses me off. I can't even meet his blue eyes, the eyes that I fell in love with. Eyes that mean nothing to me anymore.

Our relationship has been rocky for a long time. Since the war ended Ron and I moved in with each other thinking that we could work together; But I was wrong. After a few months of living at the flat I started to realize I was becoming his mom. I was doing all the laundry, cooking, cleaning, and making sure Ron was happy. But I wasn't happy anymore. I tried to stop doing everything for him, but he would only get mad.

"What Hermione?" Ron says dumbfounded. Even his face looks confused, like he did nothing wrong.

I take a deep breath and meet his eyes. "I said, do you expect me to do everything for you." I say with my teeth gritted. I know what is coming but I don't care. He has been drinking tonight I can tell. "I slaved over dinner today to have you once again plop down on that couch and not help me clean up. Reparo." The broken plate becomes whole again. Like our relationship never will.

Ron gets up from the couch and heads towards me with murder in his eyes. I turn around to face him just as he slams his fist against the counter beside me. "Yes that is what I expect of you! YOU are the woman of the house NOT me!" Ron yells at the top of his lungs. "If there are dirty dishes I expect you to do them," He grabs the hair on the top of my head with an iron grip. I drop my wand as I reach to try to pry his hands off me. "If there are clothes to be washed I expect you to wash them," WHAM. A fist hits collides with my face with brute force. I feel a fresh bruise start to form. I try to push him away but he tightens his grip.

"Ron stop! You're hurting me!" I whimper as I try to squirm away. Ron winds up again for another hit.

"I'll stop when I think you're punished enough." His fist collides with my nose this time. Blood starts to trickle out of it. One, two, three more hits. They all clash with my right cheek bone. Five more times Ron swung at my face before letting go of my hair. As I slide down the cabinets a quickly grab my wand incase he comes back for round two.

Ron squats down and grabs my chin and makes me look up at him. "Are we clear about how things are done Hermione?" He questions. I nod my head as a tear slides out of my eye down my cheek. "Good." He lets go roughly and stands up. As he heads toward the bedroom door I pocket my wand and stand up.

"One more thing Hermione," He says as he turns around, "I only do this because I love you. No one else would want a disobedient woman." Ron turns and walks into the bedroom and slams the door.

I slowly start to make my way to the bathroom to check out the damage. As I open the door and head into the bathroom I start to let tears fall. The moment I see my face, I realize that it's no longer Hermione the War Hero; I was looking at a broken Hermione. My brown eyes no longer had the spark they once had. My skin was all blackened and bloody. I was broken. The clothes I have don't even fit me. I touch the fresh welt that Ron gave me. As I sit down on the edge of the tub, I start to think if living here is even worth the pain.

No, it's not, it's not right to hit someone when they didn't do anything wrong. I get up and open the door. As I head towards the door I hear Ron's snores. Thank god he's asleep, I don't want him to know when I leave. When I get to the kitchen I open up the drawer and grab a pad of paper and a pen.

"Dear Ron,

Our relationship has come to an end. There is no reason why you can't help around the house and there is no reason why you should beat me. I used to think we could make it out of this mess, but I guess not. Today I looked in the mirror and didn't even recognize myself. You've broken me for the last time. I hope the next woman to come into your life is a lot smarter than me and gets out quicker. Goodbye Ron. I'm not going to miss you.

Hermione"

I sigh as I complete the note. This part of my life is over. As I grab my cloak and my keys I think of where to go. I could go to Harry's, but he has a baby to look after. I guess I could stay at my book shop for a bit. As I open the door, I take a look back. This has been the worst chapter of my life, but it's only the beginning of another. Hopefully the next is better than the last. I lock the door for the last time, I'm never going back to this place. I may only have the clothes on my back, the wand in my hand, and the blood on my face; but my life is ten times better now.

I start to head down the street and pull my hood over my head. I don't want people to ask questions about what happened to my face. Plus I decide to let it heal without magic as a reminder of what Ron did. As I round the corner of the street I apparate in front of my book shop in Diagon Alley. Just as I pulled off my hood I see the last person I want to see at this point in time. Draco Malfoy.