For every Wrong there is a Right
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other character from the books nor movies.
Authors Note: This is not A Hermione/Ron, nor a Hermione/Harry Fic; if you hold any hopes of these two ships you will be very disappointed.
This is my first Weasley brother/ Hermione Fic, please have mercy.
I am writing it so others will read and write this ship too.
Chapter one:
It's funny how life is.
You think you have it all figured out, and then within minutes, everything you dreamed, everything you believed, felt, or thought you knew comes crashing down around you, and the only conclusion you can come to is the only one you never want to admit.
It all comes down to being wrong.
I had never in my life thought that the first thing I had ever been wrong about would be what I thought was the most important thing in my life, the one thing everyone I knew told me I had gotten right. How wrong they were.
So here I am sitting in the middle of my bathroom, in the house I had shared with my fiancé for the last three years, wondering where I had gone wrong, where the first mistake had been made, and why the tears wouldn't fall.
8 Hours Earlier.
Hermione walked into the house she had been sharing with Ron for the past three years.
Three years today in fact. And most likely the first time in at least twelve months, that she had taken half a day off work.
She had picked up the shopping on her way home, to make this anniversary one to remember. She was going to make his favourite meal, and then top it off with her favourite desert, and then she was going to choose a date for their nuptials.
She was just putting the food away when she could have sworn she heard someone chuckle.
'Bloody hell, Ginny, why is it you and Harry pick the worst times to take me up on the offer of somewhere to be alone.' Hermione thought to herself as she moved closer to the bedroom, with the intention of getting them out of the house before Ron got home, so she could make everything just perfect for him.
This anniversary was very important for her, Ron had grown up so much, and the funny thing was he now worked more overtime then she did, she was so proud of him for becoming what he always said he would become, Stable.
Opening the door, she did not expect to hear Ron's voice cry out in the throws of passion, she had not expected to walk into there room, to find someone else with her fiancé in their bed, and she really didn't expect it too be Harry who was with him.
She could have sworn in those moments of realisation that she heard her heart breaking, along with any dreams she may have had.
Hermione did the only thing she could do, without having to go near the bed.
She walked over to the window, and drew the curtains back, shedding some light on the situation, leaving no doubt in their minds that they had been caught, she didn't even let them get a word in while speaking in a cold, calm detached voice she had never used on anyone she knew closely.
"My advice to you both would be to stay quiet, get dressed and leave my house, I would also advise you to never come near me again."
"I will mail your belongings to your mother Ronald."
Ron knew that Hermione had a violent streak in her when she was pushed too far, so he didn't argue at all, got dressed and left the house with Harry before he got hexed.
He figured he would go back in a few hours, explain, that things need not change, because of what she saw, would make her realise that everyone knew they belonged together and then choose a date for the wedding.
Yes these thoughts where Ron's first mistake.
When Ron went back to the house he was refused entry, there was a note on the front door, and an old gym bag in front of it.
Ronald,
Some of your clothes are in the bag, take them and leave. If I never see you again it will be too soon.
Hermione didn't waste anymore time once she had picked herself off of the bathroom floor, she packed most of her belongings, composed a letter to her boss needing an emergency transfer, and put the house on the market all with in the first four hours, Hermione always was never one to stop until she had everything done.
Hermione received a letter from her boss, an hour later as she was packing her last box, she wrote on the top what room it was for and then took the letter from the small owl at her window, fed it a treat and sent it on its way letting it know she would send any replies needed with her own owl later.
Dear Ms Granger,
We are sorry to hear that you will no longer be able to work from our London branch, the only available position we have for someone in your department is in our Egypt branch. If this is acceptable please send a reply with the details as to when you would start, and if you need help with accommodation until you are settled enough to find your own.
Yours sincerely,
Mr Stiles, Head of department
Magical Artefacts / Curse Breakers division
For the first time in her life Hermione refused to think about what moving to Egypt would mean, she retrieved a fresh piece of parchment and scribbled down a reply.
Dear Mr Stiles,
Head of department
Magical Artefacts / Curse Breakers division
Thank you for your speed regarding my transfer, Egypt would be ideal.
I will be available tomorrow evening if you would be able to find me some accommodation until I can find my own way round.
Please send me the address, if you are able to find some on such short notice.
And again I thank you and I ask one more favour, please make sure any files with my name or whereabouts sealed away, I am leaving the country because I do not want to be found by certain people.
I know I am asking a lot Thomas, but I really need this fresh start, and I need time to heal, before I can face people.
Your friend and employee,
Hermione Granger.