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That was it. Hermione Jean Granger had reached her limit. After four years of trying to make things work with her fiancé Ron Weasley, it was obvious that things were just never going to change. Four years of Hermione trying and Ron doing nothing other than expecting her to be like his mother. She was sick of picking up after him, of waking him up so he would bother turning up to work and doing every bit of cooking and cleaning. She was the brightest witch of her age, she had envisioned more than this for herself. Yes her work at the ministry was going very well but with wedding plans had come discussions from Ron and Mrs Weasley about 'settling down' in the 'family home'. To Hermione, giving up work to become a full-time house maid was her worst nightmare. Not to mention the obvious expectation for her to become a baby machine within the first year of marriage. This was becoming more and more real and she just couldn't face it.
It was 9:30pm on a Monday night and as usual Ron was at the pub with some of the guys from his work in the Auror Department. Hermione guessed that she had about another hour and a half until he would consider returning home, which gave her plenty of time. She felt terrible about letting him know of her leaving via an empty flat and a note but she really couldn't sit with him and discuss this, mostly because he never behaved like an adult in these situations. She didn't want the shouting or the false accusations of her leaving him for another man.
By 9:45pm Hermione had her bags packed and shrunken down to fit in her jacket pocket, her note for Ron had been written and left upon the kitchen table explaining exactly why she couldn't go through with the marriage they had planned for 4 months' time. She apologised throughout the note, telling him that no, there was no other man, she just had to do this for herself. In the long run it was also better for him, he deserved a woman who truly loved him and wanted all the same things from life that he did too. With a parting line expressing that she hoped that in time they could move on and still be friends, she slipped off her engagement ring and placed it on the table too.
With a final look around the place that she had called home for the past four years, Hermione took a fist full of floo powder, threw it into the fire place and shouted the name of her destination before stepping in and being engulfed by green flames.
