DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters or settings. I only own the plot, everything else belongs to the magnificent Ms. J.K. Rowling.


Chapter 1: The End of Nothing Special

Hermione walked slowly up the cobbled road, enjoying the sparkling snow that began to fall lightly around her. As she headed home from a long work day she couldn't help but feel peaceful, she had an amazing fiance, a wonderful job, a beautiful home, what could be better? The war had ended a little over two years ago, the Wizard world was safe and rebuilding.

"I'm home luv. How was your day?" Hermione called as she opened the door to the flat. She looked around for Ron, wondering why he didn't answer. Slipping off her coat and work shoes, she walked deeper into the spacious flat, entering the kitchen with it's granite counter tops and stainless steal appliances, Hermione had insisted on cooking the muggle way.

"Ron? Where are you?" Hermione kept looking around, she moved to the master bedroom. She opened the door to see Ron sitting on the bed, two large suitcases sat at his feet, along with several smaller bags. Hermiones heart skipped a beat, she could feel her mouth going dry. She desperately tried to swallow, trying to shove the bad thoughts into the back of her mind.

"I'm leaving Hermione." Ron said in a dull voice. Ron shrunk his luggage, putting the tiny collection of bags in his pocket. He acted as if he has just told her he was going to make tea. The git had no emotion or care for her reaction. Hermione was stunned, she couldn't move, she felt sick.

'Ron's leaving me?' Hermione thought, 'He's leaving me... why?'

Hermione grabbed for his arm as he walked out of the bedroom. "Get off me woman!" Ron yelled, jerking his arm away. He stormed towards the door, yanking it open and bolted down the steps. Hermione quickly followed in his heels. Ron reached the street below, pulling his coat tight around himself, the cold windy nipping at his ears.

"RONALD!" Hermione screamed from the door way. Ron turned to look at her, rolled his eyes and start off down the street. Hermione ran after him, no shoes or coat, the snow stinting her toes. Ron sped up.

"RONALD WEASLY!" She screamed again. Ron stopped dead in his tracks, turning around slowly, a grin on his face.

"You want to know why I'm leaving Hermione?"

"Yes..."

"Don't you get it? I don't need you anymore. I've got my name now. Everyone knows who Ron Weasly is! Everyone knows my name! I've got money, I've got fame! What do I need some stupid little book worm for now? You were just a cover you stupid cow. I needed you to make me look good, to make me look respectable." Ron sneered, stepping closer to Hermione.

Hermione cringed, she couldn't believe what he was saying. Was this who he really was? Was this the kind of person he really was? Ron took another step at her, getting closer to her face. She could smell Firewiskey and perfume on his skin. Tears welled in her eyes, she refused to cry. She refused.

"I have to say, you played your part well, the loving girlfriend, so sweet. You made it all so believable, and even easier with your 'wait till marriage' crap. Do you really think I wanted you? You bushy haired, stuck up, prude bitch?" Ron yelled in her face, getting spit on her cheek. Hermione took a step back, she couldn't stop the tears now. Ron moved closer, leaning against her, bringing his lips against her ear.

"I've been fucking Lavender since fourth year. Oh and I've fucked her in our bed." He whispered.

Hermione feel to the ground, the snow was cold against her bare feet and arms. Ron started to laugh, he turned and started up the street to the floo networks, as he stepped into the fireplace and throw down a handful of green power he hear Hermione scream.

Hermione sat in the snow for what seemed like hours, hot tear stung against her cheeks. She could feel the cold starting to creep into her body, but she couldn't move. She desperately looked around to see if anyone had seen the fight with Ron, she didn't see anyone and let out a breath she hasn't realize she'd been holding. Finally, she slowly lifted herself up, suddenly the image of Ron and Lavender together flooded her mind. She couldn't stop it, she threw up. Wiping her mouth on the sleeve of her blouse, she knew she had to get out of the cold, but she couldn't go back to in to that flat, not back to that bed...

"Accio coat, shoes, purse" Hermione whispered, pulling out her wand. She pulled her shoes and coat on, whispering a warming spell she started walking down the street to the floo networks. Standing inside the fireplace, she screamed at the top of her lungs "Leaky Cauldron" and was gone in a flash of green light.

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Rita Skeeter slithered out from behind the building Hermione and Rob had lived it, a sick grin plastered on her face, grabbing her magically entranced pad her grinned deepen. The pad has caught every single word, even the ones Ron had whispered.

"Oh this is going to be exciting!" She squealed, running back to her office to write her new headline story.

A/N: Please review, this is only my second fic. Let me know if there is anything you'd like to see in upcoming chapters. There will be sex in future chapters, hence the rating.