AN: The characters that you recognize belong to the people that you know they belong to. The only thing I own is the storyline. I'm not making any money, and all that jazz.

She walked through the house, checking the wards and the locks on the doors and windows, before making one last trip to check on the children, who were sleeping soundly in their toddler beds.

Hermione Weasley was yet again, home alone on Friday night while Ron was out with his friends doing Merlin only knows what.

She began seeing less and less of Ron over the last couple of years of their marriage. Mostly since the children were born.

Even their three year old twins, Kira and Cole had picked up on the unhappy air in their home and were beginning to be cranky all the time and throw temper tantrums. Kira had developed a nasty habit of throwing the muggle blocks that Grammy Granger had given them, at Cole's head. Meanwhile, Cole had discovered that biting could get a loud yelp out of who ever he could attach his mouth to.

That night, Hermione fell asleep alone, wishing that just once her husband would come home to see her for her, not just for the occasional romp in the bed, and not to get clean clothes or visit with his children.

The next morning, as she was preparing breakfast for herself and the children, Hermione received an owl from her husband, telling her that he was spending another night out with his new friends, and telling her that she could surely manage the children one more night by herself.

Angry enough to hex him into oblivion on the spot, Hermione reached for a quill and a piece of parchment and scrawled her reply.

Don't bother coming home Ronald. I've had enough of your being gone all hours and never spending any time with us. Don't beg me for forgiveness because I have none to give. I'm absolutely, one-hundred percent, completely and totally through with you. I'll have your clothing delivered to your mother's house and I'll owl you in a few days to work out a visitation schedule with the children. I do not want to keep them from you, but I'm completely done with this marriage.

Goodbye Ronald

~Hermione

She attached the note to the owl's leg, gave it a piece of toast and sent it on it's way. She only hoped that Ron would follow her directions and not come home begging forgiveness or anything of that nature. She was just ready to be done with him, but knew that there was no way he would make it easy on her.

She made the children's breakfast and got them both fed, and had them in the bathtub getting clean, and splashing around when she felt the wards drop and heard the front door open.

Hermione sighed, knowing that only one person could have let down all the wards and walked into the house.

"Hermione, where are you." Ron yelled.

"I'm giving Cole and Kira a bath, Ron," she answered, hoping that he would leave his begging and crying until she could get the children occupied.

Ron walked into the bathroom with tears streaming down his face, and Hermione quickly diverted the children's attention in the other direction. "Look guys, you can write in the soap bubbles on the wall."

She ushered Ron out of the room and hurriedly told him, "Wait in our bedroom! I'll be in to talk with you when the children are finished with their bath and safely playing!"

She headed back to the bathroom and finished bathing Cole and Kira, and quickly dried them with a drying spell before dressing them in matching outfits and sending them to play in their room. She cast a protection charm over the playroom to keep the children from injuring themselves or each other and headed to the bedroom to deal with their father.

"Why Mione, why?" Ron asked, pitifully.

"Ron, I've tried for nearly three years to get you to go see a counselor with me, to try and work out our problems, but your answer to that was 'I'm not broke, I don't need fixing,' and it's ruined us. Our marriage was breaking apart at the seams and you just let it go, and now it's completely broken." She told him.

"But we can work this out. I'll do anything you want. I'll get a better job. I'll never go out with my friends. I'll stay home with you all the time. Whatever you want, please don't leave me Hermione." Ron begged.

"Ron, please don't do this. All that sounds great in theory, but we both know it'll never work out. You and I aren't as compatible as everyone wanted us to be. We're too different." Hermione told him gently.

"Please don't take my babies away from me," he said sadly, looking in the direction of the playroom.

"Ronald Weasley! I would never, EVER, try to keep the children from you. They deserve to have their father in their life just as much as they deserve to have me in their life. You're a huge part of who they are and I'd never, ever try to change that. Ever." She scolded him for having such a ridiculous though.

Realizing that she wasn't going to budge, Ron stood up and summoned his suitcase and began to fill it with his things.

Once everything was packed, Hermione handed him some photographs, both muggle and magical, of the children, and he picked up his bags and headed for the door. He sat down his bags and called the kids.

"Cole, Kira, come here for a minute."

Both children came running to their father and he enveloped them in a huge hug, before telling them, "Daddy's going to stay at Granny Weasley's house now, while you guys stay here with mommy, ok?"

"Ok Daddy." Cole answered.

"Bye bye Daddy, loves you," Kira said.

"I love you too, baby." Ron said, teary eyed.

He sniffled loudly and turned his back to the room. After a moment he stepped out the door and apparated away with a loud pop and another big sniffle.