"Seamus." Hermione said. "You're being completely illogical."

"Don't tell me what I am and am not 'Mione." He said he couldn't focus on her, focus on something else, he saw the vase of violets he had gotten her last week for their one year anniversary, talk to that, talk to the flowers. "You want me gone, I'm gone."

"Fine!" She shouted. "If you're so darn anxious to leave, leave then!" She shouted. "And take your dang flowers; I can conjure up my own." She said throwing the vase he was looking at, at him. He ducked just in time and it shattered above his head.

"You know what 'Mione, I will leave, and I'll take my own dang flowers." He picked them up off the ground leaving the moist soil and glass. He opened her front door and slammed it shut behind him.

He used to go with Hermione Granger. Hermione Jean Granger. Why'd he have to go and mess everything up? He sat down on the corner of the street and fought back tears before looking at the stupid violets.

He knew they were her favourite flowers so he thought he'd be charming by getting them, which worked but in the last week she had gotten angrier and angrier until she snapped and broke up with him.

She told him she didn't mean it it just came out without warning, but if she hadn't meant it she wouldn't have said it. But Seamus missed her. No, he should be mad. He got up and started digging for his wand to apperate, he was single now, he could go to the Three Broomsticks and pick up any girl he wanted because he was no longer obligated to Hermione Jean Granger.