Orchard of Mines
Chapter One: Endings Break Us.
Let me start out by saying, I have no idea how something like this could possibly happen to me. I was just sitting in my office, being the very best possible employee I could be and it hit me like a barrel of rouge beaters. It was the worst thing that could have occurred. The Minister of Magic, damn him, gave me a group assignment. I know it's wrong to curse the Minister of Magic but I'm about a pixie's toe away from doing it. What? He can't trust me with this assignment? Me? Hermione Granger? Top of the class when I was still at Hogwarts, brightest witch of my age, and I helped defeat the Dark Lord, I just don't understand. What kind of work assignment must this be for me to be grouped? I've heard about these kinds of missions, but that's not what I was mostly worried about. It's what kind of gits would be in my group. I scanned my office for possible comrades on my way out, but none could live up to the standards to be in my group.
I worked with a lot of people from Hogwarts, Theodore Nott, Luna Lovegood, Pansy Parkinson, and Ginny were the extent of the intelligent people I worked with. But I disliked half of them, because they still looked down upon me like a bunch of first years. Even when I'm in a higher rank at work with them! Bunch of bollocks if you ask me.
I got to the main lobby downstairs and flooed home to my small flat. When I got home I took off my jacket and went into the living space where Ron was waiting for me. I smiled and my stomach fluttered just looking at him. I was pretty sure I was in love with Ronald Weasley. The couch was small but he was sprawled out his, feet hanging off the arms. Then I frowned because I realized it wouldn't be long until he broke me couch that way. I walked over and pushed his feet of the arm and sat down.
"What the bloody hell was that for!?" he asked loudly throwing his hands up very melodramatically.
"That is for the future. So you don't break my couch and piss me off," I smiled and leaned into kiss him, and stopped when his lips didn't reach mine. I gave him a confused look and he sat up and put his hands in his lap.
"Speaking of future," he swallowed hard, I knew what was coming and I already felt a lump forming in my throat. "I don't think," he stopped again, I heard him swallow hard, that's what he always did when he didn't want to tell me something.
"Get on with it, Ron," Great, I was crying. "I know what you're going to tell me, that you don't want to be with me anymore," I got up and yelled at him. I turned around and screamed at the wall.
"That's exactly what I'm trying to say," Ron said quietly.
"There's someone else! Isn't there!?" I told the wall. There had to be, there was no way he would just dump me for no reason, I love him. I need him.
I looked at him, and he was nodding. The fucking bastard was nodding. I then proceeded to do something new, instead of crying, I picked up a vase full of flowers I had kept alive since after the war and smashed it over his head. Surprisingly, I didn't feel any better. If anything, I felt worse. Those Orchids were the symbol of our relationship, and in the course of forty minutes I was put in a group assignment and dumped. Unbelievable.
After that, I saw green and he was gone through the fireplace.
I knew that Harry must've already heard all about this, and if Harry had heard about it so has Ginny. And I was afraid to head over to the Potter's new place, because I might run into the enemy. The sad thing is, is that he isn't my enemy. I still love him, even though right now I'm trying to keep my heart from falling out of my chest with the thinnest fishing line available. It wasn't even the breakup that hurt; I mean that did hurt, but the betrayal. Trust doesn't grow on trees. I was sitting on my bed, kind of swaying in a trance when in came in his sister.
The red head made me so jealous, even when Ron and I were together. Harry and her had no problems whatsoever. They never fought; they had plenty of nookie, and Harry loved Ginny like no other, he didn't even have to tell her, just the way he looked at her.
The hand on my shoulder was anything but comforting, but I had no one else to confide in. "He probably had her in our bed, the bed that we made love on," I sobbed. She more than likely didn't want to have to listen to me about her brother's sex life, but the filter of words was not working today. I told her about everything, and she cleaned up the vase, put an enchantment on me and sent me to sleep. That night I went to bed alone, and knowing that I had to get back in the game, because Ron, Ron never got a strike.
Authors Note: Okay, I know this chapter was probably REALLY hard to get through, and the breakup came a little fast, but all the next chapters shall be better, and they'll be the ship you came to read this for. (: Read and Review, I love feedback.