Ekaterina's Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, would I be writing fanfics? Nope, don't think so...

Mimiona's crazy cool disclaimer: Well, I don't have British accent. Enough said.

Ekaterina's Note: Heya all, this is our second group fanfiction! Yaaaay! After Picnic Story, we decided to give Dramione a try~ our first Dramione so be nice, mk? Yeah, so hopefully we can actually have a more in dept story here. Hmmm, what else? Well, reviewers can get virtual cakes, hugs, and... mushrooms. I hate mushroom...Yep. So,thanks for reading! Much love...

PS. My inspiration while writing this was Libba Bray, an author that I hold in very high regard.

Mimiona's Note: I'm gonna make this short. We've started a new fanfiction, Dramione. Review! (Believe me, you will regret if you don't. Yes, to answer that unspoken question, that IS a threat!)

Amber's Note and Disclaimer: Hellos peoples. Whether you like it or not, it's Amber again. We decided to make a new fanfic, even though the first story we wrote still isnt done yet, and we started that one before Picnic Story...T.T But, I hope you continue supporting us (and a little sponsoring wouldn't hurt either, you know) whether you like mushrooms or not, which you should, because they are the world's best creation other than eggs and bread. Did I make you hungry? Good. And for all those who think that we're horrible people for writing a story using J.K Rowling's characters without permission, guess what? You're right. but we'll make it up to you with chocolate and roses. ...Just kidding. As much as I'd like to wave around a wand and own a pure white owl, I highly doubt it's mine to keep.

Blossom's Note: Hello, Readers! This is our second group fanfiction! Please read and review! Thanks so much!

ChApTeR 1: RuDiMeNt'S oF LiFe

So. Happy endings. Save the world, get the guy you love (or at least, you're pretty damn sure you do) and live in a world of rainbows, unicorns, and candies. Simple, right? Haha, of course it is! But wait, there's a catch. Yeah, sorry love, that's not life, that's what you dream of when you beat the crazy guy who wants to take over the world and are so relieved that you couldn't care less if you ended up a lunatic pushing trolly's and glaring at strangers, wondering if they may be on to you having escaped the loony house.

That was how Hermione had felt after the demise of Voldemort, so glad that she couldn't care less if she loved Ron or not, so glad that it didn't matter where she would live, nothing mattered but life. Life and death, that is, as many of her closest friends had... passed on... during the decisive battle.

She had found her parents, who were so well situated in Australia that they decided to remain there after she had taken the spell off. She decided to move in with the Weasleys. Harry, of course, had done the same for about two years before he went to Hogwarts as their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Hermione and Harry, when he had been there, were more than welcome at the Burrow; after all, they were second family and both were probably going to be formally part of the family in some time.

Well, five years past and nothing was happening at ALL. Ron, always the fickle lover, had grown distant and acted as if they had nothing going between them at all. So she had spent two years in confusion as to what was happening, and three years pretending that everything was her perfect world: a great job as chief PR (public relations) of the Chudley Cannons (Ron's new team, he was their keeper), being best friend to and fellow saviour of the world, and possibly have something with the red head of the trio. No. Her life was quite contrary to popular belief.

So when 5 years later, on a foggy Friday morning, when she sat at her desk with an epiphany of life, it was rather startling. Her life was definitely not how it should have been. At least, in fairytale speak. That morning, when she had walked into her office (located in the mainstream Quidditch district~ that's where all the major team companies were) only to find Ronald Weasley, the only love interest of her life, snogging the life out of some girl-his new stylist or something. So concentrated in it that he didn't even notice when she walked in. Yeah, you read that right. Just snogging another girl, right in front of his girlfriend. Nice, no? Right. So Ron wanted to pretend that they never had what does anything at all, and that it should have been blaringly obvious.

Hermione groaned as she rested her head on her desk, being a major leading PR CEO was simple enough: get the work done, make the team and other people happy, but working out what was happening with her love life? Psh, she might as well have been told to find out what Voldemort's favorite stuffed animal was. Contrary to what many people of Hogwarts thought she would become (a boorish, dull bookworm with no life), Hermione was actually quite a lovely lady and had been the attention of many a suitor. She had turned them all down on account of her 'childhood sweetheart.'

And now what? Seriously speaking, as successful as she was, it would be extremely easy to get a new job. The war hero status helped out too. She nodded in satisfaction, getting a newer and better job for a Quidditch team that could win more than three games a year would be a good first step, she was no longer tied down by the illusions of a 'romantic childhood love that happened to consist of nothing and loads of awkward silences.'

Maybe moving out of the Weasleys dwelling would be good too. Seeing Ron's face constantly might raise her blood pressure too much which would not be good. Plus, it was only natural-sure, it was friendship, but that hadn't been everything when she moved into the Burrow. And now that was over-or maybe it had been for these past years-so out she would go.

Five minutes later she was all packed, all her stuff was in two giant boxes, neatly packed with a flick of her wand. Hermione was feeling quite satisfied as shew walked down the hall, everyone who passed her had a mien of shock and disappointment that the only person keeping their team from being the most pathetic one in the history of Quidditch was leaving.

"Hermione! Wait, what's going on? You.. Boxes? Huh? Did you get promoted?" she could Ron from the other end of the hall.

"Ron, I'm CEO, I can't really be promoted, you know..." Hermione sighed and turned around.

Ron smiled broadly and scratched his head. "Oh, yeah, huh. Then what? Are you moving offices?"

"No Ronald, I'm simply dumping the Cannons. I'm sorry, but I've really wanted to say this for ages. You guys are not... the best. You guys are the sodding worst team EVER," somehow she managed all of this with a dry smile, but it hurt inside to say it. She didn't mean to offend them really, they already knew this and many had already questioned her reasons for sticking to the team. Perhaps it had been her feelings toward Ron, she wasn't sure herself but honesty was definitely refreshing.

Ron looked downcast, "Oh... I guess you do deserve to go on to someplace better." He gave a wry smile. "I guess we all knew that this was going to happen."

Hermione nodded, thinking to herself that it never would have if he hadn't caused it. "Yeah, I'm sorry... but I have to go higher in this world, climb this ladder of society."

"Alright, well... I'm going out for dinner so I guess I'll see you at home tomorrow!" whistling cheerfully (far too cheerful for someone who just lost the only good thing about his team) Ron looked dreamily into the distance.

Dinner? Dinner with the stylist, probably. It felt bitter; it hurt.

"Hermione? Are you okay?" Ron asked, peering into her face.

"Huh?" Hermione hadn't realized she was frowning darkly. "Yeah," she answered firmly. "I'm fine." Without even a smile, she walked away, leaving a bewildered Ron alone in the hall.
The moment she got back to the Burrow, she grabbed a bottle of firewhisky and walked up to her room to forget the day's events. It was going to be a long couple of months, bringing down Ron was her new life motivation.