Author's Note: This is my first multi-chapter fic for Dramione, so please take that into consideration. I hope you like it! Also, check out my one-shot 'Not A Granger Anymore'.

Disclaimer:I do not own any of the characters in this fic or Harry Potter (unfortunately).

Chapter 1 – Liar

Hermione Granger did not like to be lied to.

Whether it was someone telling her they were fine when they were obviously not or whether someone told her that they'd be with her soon when they hadn't even left the house yet, it shouldn't be done.

So when her boyfriend, of nearly six years, lied to her, it wasn't something she took lightly. Especially when she realised he had probably been doing it for months.

Hermione had been extremely busy with work the past few weeks at the ministry and today had been no exception. She worked as a curse breaker at the ministry and it seemed that everyone wanted their problems sorting now. She had worked there when she finished her eighth year at Hogwarts after everyone had to go back and re-take their previous year. Having a school run by Death Eaters for a year really threw things off. Her partner, Tracey Davis, was nice enough though, even for a Slytherin. The two girls got along great, unlike the way they used to in school. Tracey and Hermione had let the past, be the past, and had moved forward with the present. The two women were now close friends and never had any problems at work.

That morning Hermione had had to solve an elderly witch's heirloom, a locket, and stop it from self destructing. To say that her morning was stressful was an understatement. But because she had gotten so much work done, she had been allowed to finish early and have the rest of the afternoon off. So, she went home to surprise her boyfriend after he had returned home from Quidditch practice because they never got to spend much time together anymore. Because of that they were growing much more distant, although it could be because they didn't really have anything in common.

That's right, you guessed it. Hermione walked through the front door, dropped her handbag on the floor, and walked to the kitchen to make herself a drink, only to find one Ronald Weasley in a rather conspicuous position with a blonde girl on their kitchen table. The girl, who had yet to notice Hermione's presence, was still screaming his name like there was no tomorrow. Classy.

Ron, who had heard her arrive, looked up with panicked eyes and attempted to shove the girl off him but wasn't very successful as she was clinging onto him for dear life. Hermione almost let out a laugh at how pathetic he looked and if not for the situation, she probably would have.

Eventually the blonde realised what was happening and jumped away from Ron, but made no move to put on her clothes which were gracefully strewn across the room, some in Crookshanks' cat bed and some hung over the lamp on the bookshelf.

It seemed the whole room had frozen. Even Crookshanks, who was sat on the arm chair due to his bed being touched with clothes from the devil, seemed to notice the tension.

You could have heard a pin drop, it was that quiet. Hermione was the first to speak after what had to be the worst awkward silence she had ever encountered. "So I take it Quidditch practice wasn't strenuous enough?"

Ron played for the Chudley Canons, yet since he had joined the team, they had pretty much been at the bottom of the leader board. And now that the Quidditch World Cup was coming up, he really needed to up his game. Hermione still supported him at his games though, although she hadn't been allowed to go more recently. He claimed that it was "no place for a war hero". Even though he was a war hero and yet he played for the team... now she realised it was probably because his other girlfriends were going.

"Hermione, it's not-"

"It's not what it looks like?" He nodded eagerly. "I could have guessed that much. So please, do explain why you were just shagging a random slut into the next century, on my kitchen table."

The hopeful look dropped from his pimpled face. Now he just looked angry. His face turned to a colour that clashed with his ginger hair. He was angry that she'd walked in on them, like it was her fault. Obviously he'd try and turn it on her.

"How dare you come in here accusing me of such things Hermione! You've obviously had a long day." So he was going to play that card.

Hermione glanced at the other girl who had now had the decency to put a top on. Good, she was making things even more uncomfortable than they already were. "No Ron, I have not had a long day, hence me being here now. And don't even try to get yourself out of this one." Her cool demeanour was slipping away with every word that she said to the man. "I know what I saw Ron and you've no doubt been doing it for months. How about that late Quidditch practice last Thursday? Were you banging someone then? Or the Canons' party on Monday night that you didn't think I'd want to go to? Or maybe even that drink you went for with Harry yesterday? Does he know about all of this? Probably not, because he is not a lying, cheating jerk like you!"

"You bitch! Do you realise who you're talking to?"

"Well I hope so because this could be awkward..." Normally she wouldn't dare be sarcastic to Ron. If Hermione was ever sarcastic in front of Ron normally, he would threaten her to all that she was worth. However, she didn't really care for his 'rules' right now and Ron had many rules.

"Don't talk to me like that Hermione, always acting like you're better than everyone else aren't you? Well you know what, you're not. Why? Because you're a filthy mudblood Hermione Granger. And if you tell anyone of this, who do you think they'll believe? Harry Potter's best friend and pure blood wizard or bookworm Granger with the dirty blood?"

"I think you'd be surprised..."

She would have been able to stop him, had she not left her wand in her handbag, which was by the front door. The pain shot through her quickly. She could see stars. Never really a good sign. Her hand went up to her cheek where Ron had just slapped her across the face. Hermione had never pegged him to be an abuser. But then again, she'd never expected him to cheat either. Her tear-filled, brown eyes looked up into his frustrated blue ones. He didn't look sorry. Not that she expected him to.

"You couldn't win a fight against a man so you have to hit a woman? You're a coward Ronald Weasley." A month previously, he had gotten into a fight with one Marcus Flint in The Three Broomsticks, where Marcus' team, the Tutshill Tornados, were celebrating their 320 point win against the Chudley Canons. Flint, being the Captain, was the one Ron had decided to have a fight over it with. Unfortunately, or not so, Ron was beaten to a pulp by Flint, who, may she remind you was a Slytherin bully at Hogwarts and three years above them. It really didn't turn out in Ron's favour; in fact Marcus didn't even have a scratch on him.

After saying this, he slapped her again. She had only just cleared her eyesight from his last attack. How inconsiderate. Ron grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her into the wall, causing her to smack her head. He carried on talking, oblivious to this. Not that he ever cared anyway. "I was having an off day, okay? I could take on anyone I wanted." Well that was a lie. If Ron gained any muscles or got fitter from Quidditch, he would eat it away anyway. Ron had turned into a bit of a slob in the past few years. He always made Hermione do everything for him. Lazy shit. Ron had turned very controlling recently, not letting her do anything she wanted. He barely let her go to work. The rest of the time he demanded she stayed at home or at the burrow.

Hermione would fight back at him, except every time she would try, he threatened her immensely. He would tell her that he'd kick her out, hex her, start rumours about her, or lock her away for longer. By this point he had taken all the money that she had been given by the Ministry for her involvement in the defeat of Voldemort. She didn't even have any money from her parents, because she'd obliviated them. Being Harry Potter's best friend, she had been targeted straight away. Even though she tried to send them to Australia, she was too late.

This was the first time Ron had ever hit her and he'd done it twice in the space of a minute. Normally he held back from hitting her, but you could always see his urge to do so. Hermione had tried to leave but he'd always find her before she could get enough distance between them.

Hermione looked over at the blonde slut who was now making a beeline for the door. Probably for the best. Hopefully Hermione could take a leaf from her book and also leave soon. She turned back towards Ron.

"You couldn't 'take on' anyone Ron, and I'm not about to let you 'take' me." Hermione kneed him in the groin and ran to her bedroom where she grabbed the weekend bag by her bed. Hermione flung the wardrobe doors open and shoved as many clothes in the bag as quickly as possible. Just as she turned to leave, Ron stood in the doorway looking slightly red-faced after her previous attack.

"Where do you think you're going Hermione?"

"Anywhere but here!" She shouted back. She tried to walk past him, but he grabbed her arm before she could get any further.

"You have no family to go to, you're an orphan now. And your friends are my friends Hermione. I'll be able to find you."

"No Ron, this is it. We're over. We were over the second I caught you cheating. Actually you know what, it's been over for a long time now Ron, even you should have realised that. "

"I had to cheat Hermione, because you're never good enough. This is your fault. You always say you're too tired or something stupid. Bullshit. You're just frigid." He spat at her. Seriously, say it, don't spray it. "Good luck finding someone else. No one will ever want you, you filthy mudblood. Just wait; you'll come running back to me."

He grasped her weekend bag to stop her from moving. And she needed to get out of here. Hermione leaned towards him slightly. "You know what Ron? You're right. I can't live without you." She said softly. "Whatever was I thinking? Who cares if you cheated on me? I love you..." His hold on her bag weakened. Catching him off guard she shoved him away with all of her power. Stumbling, he let go of her and the bag. "Yeah, I love you like I loved Voldemort. I hate you Ron Weasley."

Hermione grabbed her handbag, quickly withdrawing her wand. She quickly pointed it at the red-head's crotch and fired a stinging jinx. It would be a miracle if he could have children after this. But she'd be even more surprised if anyone actually wanted to have children with him. And with that she apparated away, leaving a stunned (and slightly in pain) Ronald Weasley, who was already planning where to look for her first.