"Hermione! Don't do this! Please!" cried Ron.

"Move. Now." snarled Hermione gripping her wand.

"No."

"Move or I'll hex you."

Knowing how fast she is and how many hexes and jinxes she knew, Ron moved.

Hermione stormed into the small bedroom of their flat.

"Mione. Please. It wasn't me!" Ron pleaded.

"Right! Like I'm going to believe you?" said Hermione who was now shoving everything of she owned that she could find into her small beaded handbag.

"I don't know what you saw but that wasn't me with Lavender Brown."

"Whatever."

Hermione left the room with Ron at her heels. She went into her study and crammed book after book into her handbag. Finally she closed her bag. Hermione walked to the front door, opened it, and turned to face Ron.

"Goodbye, Ronald." She said taking off her engagement ring and putting it on the table near the door.

"Hermione, please! D, d, d, don't leave m, m, me!"

And with that she closed the door. Ron, who was sobbing, ran to the door, flung it open expecting to find Hermione there say "April Fool's!" But she was gone. Ron cried the hardest he had ever cried. More than when he cried about Fred. More than he cried about anything.

…

Hermione Granger appartted to the front door of number 12 Grimmwald Place, home to Harry, Ginny, and their newborn son, James.

Knocking on the door, Hermione sobbed "Harry! Ginny! Please open up!"

"SHHH, Mione. James is napping. Harry is too in fact! Hermione, what's wrong?"

said Ginny opening the door.

"Can I come in? " asked Hermione tears pouring from her eyes.

"Yes! Of course!"

Hermione stepped inside. The Potters had decided to paint the walls. It made Grimmwald Place more inviting. Ginny led Hermione into the drawing room.

"Kreacher!" Ginny called.

With a pop a small house elf with a snout like nose appeared in the drawing room.

"Mistress Potter called?" wheezed the old elf.

"Make some tea please."

"As Mistress Potter wishes. Kreacher will make the tea."

With another pop , Kreacher was gone.

"What's wrong?" Ginny asked Hermione.

"I, I, I, I left R, R, R, Ron!" sobbed Hermione "I,I was s,s,shopping in D,Diagon Alley and I s, saw L,L,Lavender B,B,Brown s,s,snogging h,h,him!"

"That bastard! You should be mad! Not crying!"

"H,He was crying when I left."

"Why I atta bat-bogey hex him now!"

Ginny got up ready to appartted when Hermione screamed "NO!"

Confused, Ginny sat down.

"Why not?"

"It's just not worth it, Gin."

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" yelled a voice from the doorway.

"Harry! Hermione came for tea. Isn't that lovely?" Ginny lied.

Sure enough there stood Harry, green eyes groggy, his mass of black hair messier than ever before. His glasses were lopsided like he had slept with them on.

"Sure. Right! Hermione, why are you really here?" he asked.

"Later!" hissed Ginny.

Then knocking came from the hall and a muffled voice was heard saying "Harry! Open the door! It's me, Ron!"