AN: Super quick, I'm going to try and clear a few formatting things. :)
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Chapter 1
It was the night, the night the last traces of Voldemort would finally be gone from their lives. It was Christmas and to celebrate the last Death Eater sent to Azkaban, Hogwarts was holding a Yule Ball. While everyone was rushing to find dress robes and a date, Ronald Weasley was stuffing his face again confident in the knowledge that he had a date secured and she would buy his robes for him too! Looking up from his food for the first time in over an hour felt himself wonder where his girlfriend Hermione was and if he had enough time for a quick snog before she came back. Grunting he got up from his chair and set off to find Lavender, he only hoped Hermione would stay in the library long enough for him to find a broom closet.
Hermione POV
Hermione was on her way out of the library going over not only her study schedules for their seventh year, but also her dress it was beautiful green with rhinestones sewn into the chiffon of the skirt that dropped to her ankles. It had a slit running up to her mid thigh, it was a little more daring than what she would normally wear, but she decided on it because she knew Ron would like it. After having decided to repeat their seventh year after defeating Voldemort, Ron and Hermione had started dating: during the first few months it was perfect, Ron paid attention to her and they went out together, but for the past month Ron had been distant and waspish towards her. Hermione had suspected for a while that he was not as faithful as he proclaimed.
As she rounded the corner she saw two people up against the door of a broom closet. Sighing as she approached she said "It's almost curfew you two, better get back to our common rooms." as Head Girl it was her duty to inform them, but as they turned towards her she felt all the blood drain from her face. "What the Fuck Ron! What the Hell are you doing!"
"Well I guess it's a good a time as ever to tell you, but Hermione I'm breaking up with you."
That was the worst possible thing to say to Hermione she reached for her wand and well let's just say that Ron was a lot less manly now, and let's not forget the Gryffindor Slut, Ms. Lavender Brown she was gifted a set of zits across her forehead spelling SLUT which would last for a month.
As both the slut and the weasel ran screaming to the infirmary Hermione made her way to the Gryffindor common room, surprisingly she felt pretty calm. Mainly she was upset at herself for not seeing it sooner, but also inexplicably happy she could finally pursue what she wanted and not what that buffoon had in mind for her: a broodmare that cooks and cleans did not sound like a great future to her, Hermione just felt relieved.
Harry POV
Sitting in the Great Hall I was wondering where Hermione was, she sometimes skipped meals because she'd get caught up in her studying. He wasn't so worried about Ron because he knew Ron would never miss a meal.
So when Hermione came sauntering into the Great Hall with a smug look on her face, Harry was of course a little worried. "Hey Hermione, have you seen Ron?" Hermione giggled with a slight crazed look in her eye, "Oh yes, the weasel was on his way to the infirmary squealing his socks off. Considering he cheated on me, I think he got off pretty lightly." Smiling she took her seat. "Oh, Okay . . . . wait, what?! INFIRMARY!? CHEATING!?" screamed Harry as he whipped his head over to look at her.
Realizing that the entire Great hall could hear he whispered, "Hermione what the bloody hell happened?" Taking her seat beside Harry Hermione started filling her plate seemingly uncaring to the fact that the entire school, including the teachers, were now listening in.
"Well, as you know Ron has been more distant as of late, it seems as though he's been preoccupied sticking his tongue down Lav-Lav's throat. It's alright because I got even, Ron or is it Rhonda now? Anyway Ron isn't going to be very manly for a while."
Giving a sinister smirk Hermione began to calmly eat her dinner while the tables around her erupted into whispers. As quickly as possible Madame Pomfrey ran from the Great Hall towards the infirmary.
The Gryffindor common room that night was decidedly frosty when Ron and Lavender walked in. Keeping their heads down they each made their way to their separate dorms. As they headed up to their rooms Hermione and Harry were sitting by the fire discussing the next day's trip to Azkaban. A few other Gryffs noticed they were sitting closer than normal and decided to place a few bets on their pending relationship status.