The Perfect Fit.
Hermione Granger was always the perfect student, best friend, and stepford wife. But what happens when she finds that her marriage was a joke, and things aren't as simple as they were back in Hogwarts?
I should have known. I should have known he would let it go to his head. He wasn't like Harry. He was always the youngest brother, the one always over looked. I knew he didn't like that I was the sensible one, the 'one who wears the pants'. But im getting ahead of myself aren't I? Well you obviously know who I am, and whom I'm speaking about. But you don't know the situation do you? Well, I guess it started with the butterbeer.
He didn't believe me when I told him butterbeer has an alcohol percentage. He'd shrug me off, tell me to stop being so prissy. Well when we were finally legal, he began drinking Firewhiskey, then Snakebites, and then mixtures of the hardest alcohols. I knew he had a problem, but I figured he had it under control. Love is definitely blind.
His other problem was that he was the youngest boy in a family of 9. As if he wasn't already constantly overlooked, the others were always getting into trouble, or achieving something on the grand scale that Ron could never live up to. Even going to Hogwarts, with it's 3000 student population, he was always know as someone's little brother, or Harry Potters friend. He was never really just Ron.
So when we won the battle, and we became war legends, he was finally somebody. People were finally referring to things as Ron's. Ron's favorite team, Ron's family, Ron's opinion. He felt like a star. And when he proposed to me, he did it in the most public way possible. At a press conference on primetime Wizard Wireless. I should have known there was something off there.
We didn't know how to handle the sudden fame. Suddenly the fan base that Harry alone had had to deal with all these years stretched to accommodate Ron and I as well. Harry kept his head on straight, I knew that it didn't matter, but Ron suddenly had more attention than he knew what to do with. There were girls everywhere, favors being thrown left and right. An often-neglected child didn't stand a chance.
Well skipping over all the details, two months ago, I found Ron in one of the guest rooms with two women in bed. Needless to say, I dropped him like a bad habit.
Now, I am on my own. I have my own condo in the heart of London, which I pay for by modeling. That's right. I model hybrid fashions of the wizarding world influenced by the muggle world. While with the amount of money given to me for being in the war, I don't have to work for the next ten years; I like to say I'm doing something. And why aren't I working at some huge firm in the industry? Because... well... I don't really want to. I don't have the same ideas and morals as I did in Hogwarts. I've decided to change my life completely. If Ron can do it, why can't I?
