Hermione Weasly was standing at the kitchen sink, her back toward the door, while Ron Weasly, her husband of the almost last two years, was saying his goodbyes to their one year old daughter, Emily-Anne. She was taking deep breaths, to prevent herself from crying. Thankfully, Emily had no clue what was going on.
Hermione...
She turned around, defiance in her eyes.
Bye Ron. Have a nice trip back home.
The door closed and Ron left the house he was sharing with his family for the past year. Hermione watched as he climbed in his car and drove away. Taking her daughter in her arms, she softly hugged her.
Don't worry baby girl. We'll be all right.
She then took on the gigantic task of packing the entire house. She only had ten days to find a new place and move and she was alone to do it.
- 1 year later -
Hermione Granger was driving her second load of boxes to her brand new apartment. The past year has been hard on her; she lost twenty-five pounds due to lack of food (but her daughter always had food on her plate), her job wasn't much of a secured one, she dated a couple of men but none of them lasted very long. One was her best friend, Nick. He couldn't settle down even if the world was coming to an end. The other was a childhood classmate, Dale. He wasn't family ready, and since Hermione had Emily... It didn't work out much.
She was under the government's wing since she worked about ten hours a week and couldn't make ends meet, as hard as she tried. In the past year, Ron came back about three times to visit his daughter. Her mother had been very sick with cancer and one evening, as she was desperately looking for a babysitter, she found an add on Facebook. Perle Davidson was advertising her home daycare, a 24/7 type of place. Hermione called and told her she needed a babysitter in 3 hours, for about four hours. There started a friendship between the older woman and Hermione. She had changed her name back to Granger but was still working on the divorce.
She was now moving in her babysitter's basement. Perle decided to rent her basement to Hermione when her daughter Shandy moved out. She absolutely loved Emily-Anne and wanted daughter and mother close by. The rent was very cheap, considering what the place included, and Hermione wasn't about to spit on a deal like that, especially with her financial state.
Nick and some guys he knew were in the car behind hers with their own load of boxes. Her father was in the front and her landlord, Perle's husband Ray, was leading them with a trailer of furniture. It was a warm October day. Nick had told Hermione on Wednesday to be ready to move on Saturday. Needless to say that Hermione packed until midnight those few last nights to be ready on time.
By ten that evening, everything was in their own room (not necessarily organized, but in their own room) and Nick had just left. For old time sake, they had started fooling around a bit after a long day of hard work.
Hermione took a long warm shower and crashed on her bed not even half an hour later. A long day was coming up. She would have to organize the whole place, all on her own. She wasn't very much looking forward to it - she was tired of moving. But, as she slid into sleep, she felt at home.
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Author's note
Story based on real-life events. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. As you're reading this, the second and maybe third one are being written. Please review!