Once A Cheater…

…Always a cheater? This question has been presented to partners throughout the ages and here it was, knocking at Hermione Granger's door. She and Ron had immediately hitched their wagons together after the war and were planning a modest wedding that all of the Weasley's were eager to attend. Minus one brilliant man. Hermione's lower stomach clenched painfully at the mere thought of the lost Weasley. The Weasley family had never recovered from losing the prankster. George had taken to running Weasley's Wizard Wheezes on his own with younger Ginny helping when she returned home on her school breaks. Turns out she was quite the young book keeper, something George never had the mind for.

Ron had never recovered. Even amongst the joyful wedding planning he couldn't bring himself out of the depression that had blanketed the family. He had returned to Hogwarts along with Harry and Hermione to finish up their studies but barely passed his exams before returning home, unable to handle being where Fred had spent his last days. Hermione and Harry shared the last few days of their schooling inseparable, unable to sleep in their own dorms away from one another they instead slept in the Gryffindor Common Room together. After graduation they both returned to the Weasley stomping ground where Ron, without saying a word had gotten on one knee before his parent's eyes and proposed to a shocked Hermione.

Hermione, newly engaged began working with George to help keep his business afloat leaving Ron home unemployed with too much time on his hands. Hermione often found herself coming home well after dark with a passed out Ron. What she did not often come home to was Ron buried deep inside a natural blonde who was screaming in orgasm. Hermione paused frozen at the door of their small apartment. With lead feet she quietly walked to her bedroom. Clothes were scattered near her feet and she was instantly envious of the woman's dress that was clearly fitted for a smaller size than Hermione could fit into.

Ron couldn't look at her when she slammed the door open. His back to her she could see his ass clenched tight as he tried not to cum. He stopped mid thrust and slammed a fist into the mattress. The mewling girl stopped her screaming and began to demand that Hermione get out.

"Hermione…" Ron didn't look at her when he said her name. He also didn't look at her when she calmly closed the door to the bedroom and gently took her keys off of the hook and left the apartment. This brings Hermione to her current dilemma.

Once a cheater, always a cheater? Hermione calmly pushed the shopping cart ahead of her as she looked at the low bargain prices that Walmart always seemed to be offering. Hermione had fled to one place that seemed to be the natural choice, aimlessly walking around and browsing for hours before returning to a home she wasn't sure she had anymore. She didn't want Ron to find her; she wanted her quiet time to think about all of her options clearly before trying to make a decision. A Muggle Walmart was the perfect place to blend in and be a normal person.

Hermione was not a sexual deviant so she could realistically see why Ron would stray, although it didn't look like the couple was doing anything too kinky. Ron had been emotionally unattached to anyone reminding him of the war since Fred's death; choosing instead to go out and meet new people who tended to be muggles as opposed to magical folk. Sighing probably too loudly she gently handled a plastic bowl that would never fit in with the décor at home anyway.

It wasn't that Hermione didn't want to be kinky. She just didn't understand how; and things she didn't understand made her extremely uncomfortable. So when Ron stopped asking she certainly wasn't going to be the one to bring it up. But here she was, shopping at Walmart while Ron probably finished up inside of that blonde. Maybe if she had been more sexual it would've kept Ron at her side; maybe if she had done a lot of things different but she wouldn't allow herself to think this way. This was emotional thinking, not rational.

She shook herself from her thoughts and tried to focus on the shopping. Mindlessly Hermione wandered towards the restroom, which ironically was placed behind the children's section. She wandered in and out of the baby clothes before she really realized what she was doing and suddenly she found herself in a bathroom stall with heavy tears burning her cheeks. She pulled her pants down, remembering that she hadn't put panties on that morning and sat on the toilet bowl. Not expecting to use the toilet she simply sat there and wept.