AN: So, I quit writing forever ago for a few reasons. One of my favorite writers on here gave me some inspirational advice so here I am. The intro here is quite a bit shorter than the rest of the chapters will be, and I plan on this going on for a lot of chapters. Let's get started on rules/helpful info.

1) This is a Dramione fic. It's going to be a Dramione fic. If you ship Romione, find a Romione fic. No hate on Romione fans, just not my cup of tea so I won't be writing it. This will have a lot of Dramione in it.

2)This is a slow burn. We're dealing with two stubborn people here. There will be no shagging for quite some time.

3) Savior Faire is a real restaurant and down the street from Shaftsbury Theatre and opened in 1995. So, it's very likely Hermione and her parents would have gone there.

4)I am drinking wine, and will probably always be drinking when posting. So my author notes may drag on for a bit for no good reason.

5) Enjoy! :)

These Four Walls

Hermione Granger slipped on the knee length blue dress, hands trembling as she did the button. It wasn't often that he asked her out on a date, usually she'd have to talk him into going out. This time he asked her, after three years of dating. Maybe it was from seeing all their closest friends getting engaged and married, but she had a sneaking suspicion that her long-term boyfriend was planning on proposing.

Ron Weasley wasn't the best at expressing his feelings, but he was acting out of the ordinary. He even seemed nervous to ask her out to the nice French restaurant she's been begging him to take her to. He's mentioned marriage before, but Hermione wasn't ready to think about getting married at that point in her life. The war just ended, and the wizarding world was trying to put together the pieces that was left behind. Eventually, yes. She wanted to marry him and have kids. At 18, she wasn't ready. At 21, she's a little bit closer to that point.

Just as she put the last pin in her hair the door bell rang. Puzzled, since Ron never uses the doorbell, Hermione quickly put her shoes on and ran down the stairs. Standing at her door was Harry Potter. He looked as confused as she was at that moment.

"What are you doing here Harry?" Harry hesitated as he attempted to look over her shoulder.

"I wanted to talk to you, can you spare a minute?" Hermione looked at the clock on the wall.

"Is it important Harry? Ron is going to be here any minute- "Just then Hermione heard a crack right behind her. With the same nervous look on his face from earlier, Ron was standing in her living room. It soon changed to a look of confusion when he noticed his best friend standing at the door.

"Harry. What are you doing here?" Harry let out a nervous chuckle.

"Nothing. Just something I came across at work that I thought Hermione would be interested in. I'll fill you in tomorrow Hermione. You two have a good night." Without another word Harry turned around and walked away from the couple.

After a few seconds of silence, Ron held out his hand. "Ready?" Grabbing his hand, Hermione apparated to Savior Faire. As a teenager, Hermione went to the restaurant when it first opened with her parents. They had a tradition, theater and dinner during her breaks from school. The last time they went was about a week after the restaurant opened. It was the last summer she spent with her parents.

Inside the restaurant brought back many memories, the murals on the walls, the smiling waitresses. She could almost feel her parents' hands on her shoulders, their small happy family out for dinner. Of course, that could never happen again. Her parents were living happily in Australia, not knowing they had a 21-year-old daughter living in London.

"Two for Weasley." Ron leaned over to talk to the Maître d', who smiled as he led them to a table. The table gave them clear view of the entire restaurant and the door. It's been years since they've been trapped in a restaurant with their backs turned, but it's not something easily forgotten. When the waitress came around to ask for their drink orders, Ron politely asked for a few minutes to look over the wine menu.

"You're not a wine drinker Ron." Hermione replied with a small chuckle.

The tips of Ron's ears turned pink, a clear sign that he was very nervous about tonight. "I just wanted to give us a minute to talk first. I bet you've thought a lot about why I decided to bring you here so randomly. And why Harry showed up at your flat tonight. We both know it wasn't about work, Harry is a horrible liar. But I think it's better to get it out now than beating around the bush all night." Hermione stopped breathing for all of three seconds before Ron opened his mouth again.

"I'm breaking up with you."

AN: Yes, the title is from an old Miley Cyrus song. I thought it fit the mood.