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Hermione was baffled. She was leaning on the fact that whatever she had just read was untrue. She had had a long day at the Department of Mysteries, as an Unspeakable and was exhausted. No, she just wasn't in a position to accept this crap.
Rita Skeeter had yet again written another article on something which was, most definitely, not her business.
~Daily Prophet~
Trouble in Paradise? by Rita Skeeter
Ron Weasley of The Golden Trio, was spotted in The Leaky Cauldron, a pub in Diagon Alley, with another witch. Although, she was surprisingly NOT Hermione Granger. Sources have confirmed that Hermione Granger and Ron Weasely had been romantically involved together after the War. So then who could this mystery witch be? Witnesses claimed that she was Lavender Brown, an old friend of his, who attended Hogwarts with him. The two looked smitten with each other in the pub as they showed PDA alongside with an intense make out session later on. Continued on page 8.
Underneath this article, was a moving picture of two figures making out. It was dark, since this was taken in the night. It was also extremely blurry. One couldn't make out the two figures, and for all you knew, they could've been Seamus Finnigan and Hannah Abbott.
Hermione didn't believe any of this, or at least, didn't want to. She had been steady with Ron for three years now and all the time she was with him, he had treated her like gold. She simply could not decipher this, because yesterday, Ron had mentioned that he would be over at Dean Thomas' place for dinner.
Half of the time, Rita Skeeter made up her own stories and published them for publicity. What she sometimes referred to as "Witnesses", it was actually her, more than anyone else. Hermione had come home, to her little apartment to find this article on the front page, soon after she had picked it up.
She didn't want to jump to conclusions; she didn't want to go banging on Ron's door demanding for an explanation whilst upsetting his neighbours for the disturbance. She was a sensible woman, she would wait until she found the right time to do the needful.
The next day was Saturday. Hermione had woken up at around nine and stayed in bed for a few minutes with a blank mind, before getting up to go downstairs. She was still in pyjamas and her hair was in a messy knot as she stood at the kitchen counter, making herself a warm cup of coffee.
A few minutes later, she was found staring out side the window, sipping on her glass of hazelnut flavoured coffee. The grey skies outside looked beautiful to her as she could see the clouds swirl around and the leaves slowly being pushed along by the wind.
Although, in her mind, she was contemplating her relationship with Ron. While he had treated her like gold and the perfect gentlemen, she had noticed in the past few weeks that something was changing in him, his demeanour and attitude. Yes, he was awfully polite to say anything, but that was just it. He was only polite to her and nothing else, not that he was cold or anything but he seldom gave her any warm gestures.
The only thing he'd do now and then would be a hug and maybe a peck on the cheek. Ron was known for talking, eating and generally a person who loved having fun whilst being a very affectionate boyfriend. With his over 6 feet height, lean body and muscular physique, Quidditch was the game for him along side fun outdoor activities. And now, when Hermione came to think of it, she noticed that there was a change, and it was that he had grown extremely subtle the last few weeks, even though he possessed a fierce temper. This was not Ron. Subtle was just not the word for him. So after reading the words "Intense make out session" in the article, it didn't seem likely that Ron would do something like that. Not after his recent change in demeanour, for when Hermione tried to recall, the last time they had one was over a month ago.
He had barely gone out the last few weeks, other than Dean Thomas' dinner that he said he would have to go to, the day before yesterday. Apart from all that, Hermione would generally go over to his place, but even the frequency of those visits had dropped, considering all her work as an Unspeakable.
Her mind was made. She'd visit him after breakfast, to have a causal one on one, and maybe, she'd confess about what she read sometime around the conversation.
After a bath, Hermione was dressed in a loose fitting, short sleeved white shirt with a cardigan and an elegant skirt and sandals. Her hair was in a neat bun, and she had only applied mascara to her eye lashes. Her wand was by her side and there was a sling bag on her shoulder as she apparated outside Ron's house. She knocked a couple a of times.
She could hear faint foot steps coming towards the door and the sound of a lock being unlocked. She was greeted with a messy appearance; his red hair was all over the place and his face looked like he had just woken up, Hermione frowned at this since it was half past eleven. He was in baggy shorts and his shirt was crumpled.
"Hi," he said groggily, his eyes looking tired.
Hermione scanned his appearance again and smiled. "Merlin, you've either had an extremely a long night or someone's given you something to make you look like this."
He furrowed his brows. "What's that supposed to mean?"
She only shook her head, and walked inside the apartment. The place had a faint smell of alcohol, and Hermione senses being sharp, picked it up. Ron hardly ever drank. She was suspicious but she didn't say anything.
She settled herself on his couch and as soon she did, she noticed that Ron didn't even look excited to see her, he didn't even hug her. He had hardly done anything, not even greeted her with a smile, his face being rather expressionless. His eyes had uncovered how exhausted and blown out he really was. Hermione had thought of giving him a quick kiss or at least a hug but thought against it when he greeted her without a smile. She thought that maybe he needed some space.
He sat down on the couch, opposite her with the coffee table in between them. His house was a 2 bedroom apartment, which was slightly bigger than Hermione's apartment but more comfy. The walls were white and was decorated with paintings and pictures of him and his friends and family. The floors were carpeted and the room was filled with endless memories.
"So what brings you here?" He asked, leaning in front.
She didn't know that every time she came over, she needed and explanation for it. Because she usually didn't. "Well, it's been some time and I've been wanting to see you."
That good enough? She thought.
"Right," he muttered, glancing around the place. They sat quiet for a few minutes until Hermione went for it. "Ron, is something wrong?"
"What? No, of course not. Why should there be?" He answered with a question, finally looking at her in the eyes for the first time since she had arrived.
Hermione wanted to say, "Because you've been acting all quiet and weird lately, Ron. I'm worried. You hardly go out anymore, neither do you ever come over. I'm always coming over to meet you. Please tell me if something is wrong." But she didn't. In fact, she was aching to confide in him about the newspaper article.
"Just asking. Did you look at the Daily Prophet, yesterday?" She asked nervously.
"Nope, I've just been so busy, Mione," he said tiredly, running hand through the red hair that Hermione adored so much. But when he said her pet name, it sounded empty and hollow, like there wasn't love attached to it.
Hermione was going insane over thinking her relationship with Ron. Her brain was in over drive as her mind contemplated every little detail about Ron. She was now desperate to ask him about the article. It would seem as if her desperation increased by the minutes. She chewed her lip before showing him.
"Ron, I have to show you something," she said softly, removing the article from her sling bag. Ron shrugged.
She handed over the article to him. "How in the world do you explain this?"
His eyes first widened a little, but he recovered. He then scanned the article and furrowed his brow. He didn't know what to say as he glanced up at Hermione, her face blank, her eyes showing him that she expected an answer.
"Well?" She prompted. "It's bull shit right?"
Ron was one of the few people that she trusted. She had known him for over a decade now and he had never lied to her. Even if the world told her that he done something had, she wouldn't believe it until she saw it herself.
Ron was suddenly interested in playing with the hem of his shirt as he averted his eyes, refusing to look at Hermione. He swallowed and looked up at her. His voice trembling and shaky, almost terrified. Hermione had never heard his voice like this.
"I'm so sorry, Mione."
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