Reality Killed the Video Star3244
Main Characters: Ron W. & Hermione G.
Rating: M
Summary:After yet another row, Ron leaves out of the blue. Hermione spends almost a week waiting for him to come home, but when he does, nothing is the same. Can they save their relationship, or will it just be another angry break-up for the history books?
Introduction
It's been three days. Three days since their last row. Hermione stood facing the bedroom window, just staring into the outside world. And hoping she could be the first to see Ron when he comes home. No, perhaps not when, if. That sounds more appropriate. They had once again fought over work, a sleazy co-worker, sex, not helping around the house, etc. It was the normal list of topics they would fight over.
There was no guidebook to growing up. If there however was one, Hermione would have been sure to read it. Multiple times. Just to be sure of what to expect. But no, no guidebook. Just here and now. There was nothing to compare this experience with. It's never happened before. Ron never took off after a fight, no matter how huge the row was. He would usually say something signaling he was tired of fighting, then would either snog Hermione senseless, or grab a pillow and a blanket, heading toward the couch for the evening.
If the latter was the case, Hermione would usually get up and head over to Ron, apologize until her breath ran out, and then they would snog each other senseless, which would lead to invading the privacy of the couch.
Hermione shuddered. It was nearly midnight and Ron wasn't back yet. Day four was looming in front of her. She had travelled to the Burrow, only to find nothing. Mrs. Weasley looked rather confused when Hermione asked if they had seen Ron. After all, Hermione and Ron were living together. She was supposed to know where he is. She owled Bill and Fleur, asking if they had seen him. They too replied that they had not, but didn't ask any questions. Hermione went to see George and Angelina, asking the same thing, but they hadn't seen him either. Lastly Hermione went to see Ginny and Harry.
Pleading and crying that she didn't know where he was, helped somewhat. Neither Harry, nor Ginny knew where Ron was, but Ginny insisted that Hermione stay with them until Ron decided to return. Hermione of course refused, but thanked Ginny none the less. The only thing Harry had said during this time, was that he's sure Ron is alright, and that he will be back as soon as he cleared his head.
That was two days ago. Hermione sighed, turning away from the window. Heading to the bathroom, Hermione stripped herself of her clothes. Clothes that smelled entirely like her. She hated it. She missed Ron's smell. She always smelled like Ron. Always. That spicy cinnamon smell with a hint of apples. Deciding not to cry tonight, Hermione started the shower. Unable to look at herself in the mirror without crying. Stepping into the shower, Hermione started scrubbing herself, trying to rid herself of her own smell.
Drying off, and donning a pair of knickers and one of Ron's black T-Shirts, Hermione made for the bedroom. Pulling the covers back, resulted in the front door opening. Without thinking, or even grabbing her wand, Hermione ran out of the bedroom, into the living room, straight into the arms of a rather shaggy looking Ronald Weasley, resulting in a slight 'Oomph'. Tears ran over her cheeks as Ron quite awkwardly wrapped his arms around her.
"Don't you ever do that again Ronald Weasley!" Hermione screeched into Ron's chest. Feeling something wasn't right, Hermione slightly stiffened in Ron's arms. Looking up, she saw him tiredly looking over at the couch, but before she could pull him to bed, he spoke up.
"'Mione, we need to talkā¦"
Well there goes my very first attempt at writing a HP story. Please let me know what you think.
Much love,
Mary :)
