I know I'm probably better off on my own...
Hermione gazed into the mirror. The face reflected back at her had tears running down its cheeks. It was hard for her to believe that she and Ron had just celebrated their third anniversary of being a couple.
It had all started when Hermione had walked into Ron's flat to find him in the middle of a snogging session on the sofa. A snogging session with Lavender Brown no less!
"Ronald Weasley! I can't believe you. This is the kind of behavior I would've expected from someone like Malfoy, but I never would've expected this kind of thing from you!"
Ron pushed Lavender off of him and pulled himself into a sitting position. "What you talking 'bout 'Mione?" From the way he slurred his words together, Hermione could tell that he had been hitting the firewhiskey just a little too hard.
"If you don't know, Ronald, then I'm not going to waste my breath telling you!" Hermione snapped. She spun on her heel and marched towards the door.
Seeing the love of his life trying to make a hasty exit had a sobering effect on Ron.
"Hermione, wait!" Ron called as he pushed himself up from the sofa and started to stumble after her. But just as he reached the door, it slammed shut in his face. He stared open-mouthed at the door. He couldn't believe Hermione had left him.
After she had slammed the door, It was only then that Hermione allowed the tears to escape. She ran to the apparition point. It felt like she couldn't get there fast enough. She focused her mind on The Three Broomsticks and was there before she knew it.
Before heading to the counter to order a butterbeer, Hermione decided to go to the little witches' room to wash her face. She entered the rest room and made her way over to a sink.
However, instead of washing her face, Hermione just stood staring at her reflection, and watched her tears as they trailed down her face. Fifteen minutes passed by before Hermione managed to break free of her trance.
"For Merlin's sake! Get a grip, Hermione," she muttered to herself. "You know that you're probably better off without that weasel anyway." She continued to mutter to herself as she exited the bathroom and made her way over to the counter. When she got in line, she heard a voice whisper, "Knut for your thoughts, Granger."
Oh, Merlin's pants! Hermione thought. This is the last thing I needed today. And with this thought, she turned around to face none other than Draco Malfoy.