Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's probably not mine, such as the characters(Rowling), the accents(Rowling, again), the settings( Rowli- Dammit, WHAT DOESN'T SHE OWN?) Read if you want, stop if you don't. plenty of Ron bashing. Not that I don't like him. I do. But this Hermione doesn't. AAAAAAhnywaaays, to the story! _._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._

They saw the young woman walking along the streets of Diagon Alley, her head down as if hoping not to be recognized. She gave plenty of girth to the passerby around her, at least three feet, which was what made her a target. Her chestnut curls shielded her face from her hunters, concealing her identity.

The rest of the men watching her were positioning themselves to make the girl enter an alley with no outlet. They succeeded. When she realized where she was, she tuned to calmly leave. A strong gust blew her hair from her face revealing Hermione Granger, War Heroine and Minister Candidate. Her eyes were reddened, makeup in tear tracks.

"Let me leave," she sighed.

"Can't do that, love. There's a price on our side for you, quite a large one at that," one of the snatchers announced.

"Fine," she grunted, "Then, you're all going to Azkaban."

"Wha-"

The witch had shot stunners and incapacitated four of the wizards that had herded her into the alley. The last was still on his feet, wand arm outstretched. He tried shooting curses at her, but they bounced off as her hair crackled around her in an electrical halo.

"You should never mess with a itch, no matter the price on her head, because she will mess you to bits, 'love'."

With that, She sent a pertificus totalus towards the idiot, and sent red sparks into the air above her. Aurorers came, namely Harry and an older man, to take her statement and the attackers to the ministry for questioning.

"Mione, are you alright? I'm not asking as an Auror, but as your best friend."

"Ron's been cheating on me." Harry didn't look surprised.

"I should've figured. I suspected something was going on, but I was hoping I was wrong. I'm so sorry, is there anything Gin or I can do?"

"No. I'd rather not be around any Weasleys right now. I'm going somewhere I don't have to think. I'll owl if I need anything. Bye, Harry."

She apparated off before he could get a word in edgewise.

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Her hair was loose around her, coat lost in a corner, the drink in her hand spilling as she jumped about and twirled in a drunken haze. She had apparated two, no, three times to be deep in Eastern Europe where nobody would find her. She giggled into her drink, bumping into a wizard with a hard chest, and familiar hair. _._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._

Hi! This is my first fic on here. I prefer to beta, since I pick apart my own work too much to actually call it word, and live by the quote, "If you can take out a word, do so quickly," So I'm nitpicky. This isn't a song fic, just what I listened to while I was writing. I don't like song fics. At all. So, yeah, read, comment, and if you'd like to flame in the future, please log in and do it through PM so you can get a swift response, or the post will be destroyed. :D Snuggles!

Songs for Chappie:

Birds of Prey- Bertie Blackman

Curbstomp- Meg Myers

Thank You- Estelle

Champagne for the Pain- Niykee Heaton

Watch Me- Bella Thorne & Zendaya

Going to Hell- The Pretty Reckless