She didn't know what to do. How could she have been so stupid? He had said he loved her. He had said she was his world. They were forever and always. So how did she end up on the bathroom floor of the Leaky Cauldron with her eyes rimmed red and tears streaming down her face? Today was possibly the worst day of her life. Hermione Granger, Gryffindor's princess, had found the most important person in her life naked and underneath some slag when she had come home for her lunch break. She hadn't recognized the girl. She just saw the long blonde hair and bare arched back as she rode her fiancé Ronald Weasley in their bed and she had ran. She should have seen it coming. While they had a great time in their four years together they had ultimately wanted different things. He had wanted to get married straight away and start having a quiditch team of redheads while she wanted to take things slow and start her career. He wanted Italian for dinner and she had always fought for Chinese. Their bedroom scheme should have been purple but Ronald wouldn't have anything to do with it if it wasn't Gryffindor red. In retrospect, she really should have seen that their relationship was doomed from the start when they couldn't even agree on the most mundane of things. When Ron had slowly stopped coming on to her when they went to bed at night she should have known. Not that their sex life had been anything but dismal, but he seemed to enjoy himself. She had to stop thinking like this. Ron should have just broken her heart but the reality of the situation was she was relieved. She felt as if she was a free woman again. Free to make her own decisions again so why was she in a public loo sobbing her eyes out? The reality of the situation starting to sink in and Hermione Granger started to feel like herself again.

The dynamics of her life hadn't changed much since Harry had defeated Voldemort. She was still best friends with Harry Potter and the relationship everyone always knew would happen with Ron and her had flourished. She was still the brainy bookworm everyone joked about, landing a job in the Ministry to help magical creatures. What had changed about her life were her looks. Gone was the bushy hair; it now hung half way down her back in loose curls. She had grown into her body and no longer wore baggy clothes that left her curves to the imagination. No, Hermione was not the insufferable know-it-all everyone knew at Hogwarts. She was now the brilliant, sexy, know-it-all of the Ministry. She didn't need a man to define her and make the decisions in life for her. Ronald Weasley be damned. If he wanted to cheat on her with some blonde bimbo then so be it. She felt like this is exactly what she needed in life to move her forward from the slump that was her life. She had been living so comfortably for someone at the age of twenty-two. It was time for her to get out and live her life that way she had always dreamed of.

Hermione quickly decided that day on the bathroom floor that she would not let what she had just witnessed come in and ruin what she wanted. She was growing motivation inside with each thud of her pounding heart. This was her moment she had decided. She was going to start a new life starting right now. She quickly got up from the floor and faced herself in the mirror. Splashing water on her face to brighten it up after all the crying she had just accomplished. Once she felt she was presentable and ready to face to world as the new Hermione Granger she straightened her back and strode out the bathroom and into the pub.