It had been two days. Ginny was still there consoling, comforting and giving slightly unwelcome advice to the sobbing girl. How could she think if I just had a fling, a little one night stand, that it would make things better? Hermione pondered. She could remember it vividly.
"Hey Ron I'm ho….Ron?" The question evident in her voice. Ron definitely did not giggle girlishly and then shush himself.
She went towards the bedroom, her instincts leading her. She paused before entering, a little afraid of what she might find.
Ron was lying in an awkward position, the sheets mostly hanging over the other side of the bed. She thought she knew roughly what else was going to be there.
"Hey 'mione, I thought you didn't get off work until later." Ron said, rather uneasily.
"I came home early for our anniversary" Hermione replied, her voice almost breaking, tears threatening to overstep their boundaries.
She took a deep breath before walking around to the other side of the bed.
Then she was met by an old enemy. The characteristic dark hair and eyes set in the hard face atop the now exposed, and very beautiful body of one Miss Parkinson.
"Pansy?"
"Filthy mudblood, you have no right to use my first name!" she exclaimed, before storming out, taking the blanket with her.
She turned her back on him to let one tear escape and she knew more would follow soon. Was this all their relationship meant to him? So little that he would sleep with pug-face pureblood Parkinson in their bed? And on their anniversary, no less?
She took off the engagement ring he had given her last year, on their one year anniversary.
"No, Hermione, wait…"
She silenced him by holding up her hand, and then turned around to face him. He saw the lone tear track, following the beautiful shape of her cheekbones then around the corner of her mouth and off her face.
"Why?" her voice cracked and she turned on the spot as he reached for her.
He fell off the bed and was left clutching at empty air, the spot where she had once stood, where her broken heart had beaten.
"I wonder why he chose Pansy?" she asked Ginny, putting as little pain into her voice as possible.
Ginny's face adopted a worried look at this blank attitude which contrasted to the hysterically tearful girl she had been talking to moments before. "Maybe she chose him 'mione, she seems to like engaged men. She's been with that Malfoy git and everyone knows he's the fiancé of that uptight pureblood Daphne Greengrass' younger sister, Astoria." Ginny speculated soothingly.