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A tall, solid, red head with a face bedecked with freckles, entered his flat, longing for the dinners he would have as a child living with his parents at the burrow. He sniffed the air, smelling what his girlfriend since school had cooked for him. He wrinkled his nose in distaste. It didn't smell anything like what his mother would make! He glared and slammed the door before stalking into the kitchen and glaring at the nervous looking, frizzy haired woman dressed in a beautiful form fitting, black dress with a slit that went from the middle of one high heeled foot clean up to her thigh, standing beside a table with two plates of food, a single lit candle, and scattered rose petals waiting on it. She quickly walked over to him and stood on her toes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, "Welcome home, love. How was work?"
"Work?" He repeated snidely, "Work was great, Hermione! My day was great until I came home to smell this monstrosity!" He told her, gesturing at the table with their dinner on it.
She looked down at her feet, "I'm sorry, Ron. I really tried. I wanted our anniversary dinner to be perfect for you."
"Well it's not," He said sneering at the food, as he waved a hand at the table, "Clean it up, I'm going out!"
She looked at him, with jaw dropped, her broken heart showing in her tear filling eyes, as he apparated out of their kitchen with a loud pop.
Hermione continued to stand staring at the spot where he'd been standing, hot tears falling freely down her now burning cheeks. She looked down at her dress and felt her heart wrench even more before turning and looking at the table and meal that she'd worked so hard on. Maybe tomorrow she would get it right, she thought, as she slowly cleared the table her heart breaking more and tears falling faster with each thing that she took off of it. Once everything was finally cleared off of it, she slowly dragged herself up to her room, removed the beautiful dress that she'd bought specifically for tonight, cleaned off her make-up, and crawled into bed. She lay there and proceeded to cry herself to sleep. A loud pop from in the bedroom startled her from her fitful slumber. She lay there quietly, with baited breath waiting for her boyfriend to climb into bed and wondering just how long she'd slept. Her body felt as though it'd only been a few minutes, but her mind felt as though she'd slept all night. She opened one eye and looked at the clock on her bedside table, seeing that it was two thirty in the morning. She'd slept for maybe three hours. Finally the bed sagged on his side and he pulled her into her arms, her sense of smell immediately being assaulted with the strong smell of alcohol, and an even stronger smell of another woman's perfume. She lay rigid in his arms, pulling away after the few seconds that it took for him to pass out, probably from the all the liquor that he'd imbibed while he was out. She quietly snuck out of bed and over to their dresser, where she scribbled a note in lipstick on the mirror telling him that she had to think about things, then pulled out her wand, using magic to pack a bunch of her belongings into a suitcase before tiptoeing from the room and into the living room, where she quietly apparated from their flat.
Ron stretched in his sleep and went to pull the slim, curvy body of his girlfriend against him, for their morning bout of intimacy before he left for work. She was at least good at that, he thought smiling, until he realized that the body she was reaching for was no longer there. In fact her side of the bed was cold, as though it'd been vacated for hours. He sat up and scanned the room for her, smelling the air for her atrocious cooking, finding no sign of either, before his eyes fell upon the light pink lipstick words on their dresser mirror. He glared at the mirror, refusing to read it, sure that she was in the kitchen with another "surprise" for him. Hoping to make up for last night's failure, he thought to himself.
"Well, I supposed that I had better go in there and let her know that I forgive her. Who knows, maybe she's got that hot dress on," He grinned, feeling himself grow more and more aroused as he thought about it her in that dress. He'd been aroused when he'd left the night before too, because of that dress, and then when he'd found that woman at the bar, in her tight, leather mini skirt, and fishnet shirt with nothing but a bra underneath, his shaft became so swollen that it'd hurt. He stopped, remembering how that woman had felt, and rubbed a hand along himself, before rushing into the kitchen to have his girlfriend take care of his mood. He frowned when she wasn't there. Maybe she's laying on the couch, waiting for me, he thought, hurrying into the living room. She wasn't there either. He went back into their room and walked over to the mirror, finally reading her words.
"Dearest Ronald, I smelled another woman's perfume on you again last night. I cannot take that pain anymore. I love you dearly, and so I have left to try and clear my head and think about the best thing to make our relationship work. I don't know how long I'll be gone, but I promise that I will be back. I love you with all my heart, Hermione"