Hi Everyone!

So although this isn't my first fic I've written this is the first one I've decided to post on fanfiction, ever! I'm super excited for you to read this because I've been thinking about writing something like this for awhile. Although the prologue is pretty much all Hermione/Ron I really wanted to include it as the intro to the story but here on out it's all Draco/Hermione. If you're a child or don't enjoy reading smut then I suggest you avoid reading this fic, as in the latter chapters I'm anticipating sexual content.

Please review and I'll try to update as promptly as possible!

Much Love,

Ann

~~Prologue~~

~The End~

"Ron" she pleads, grabbing his arm as he turns, walking away from her. She hadn't meant to be diminished to begging by him but here she was, with tears falling from her brown eyes.

"Hermione, stop" he requests, his voice hoarse.

"You didn't mean it, please tell me you didn't mean it" she urges, pushing him, trying to convince herself this isn't happening.

"I don't feel the same way" he tries.

"Don't say that" she says brashly, forcing him to turn to look at her.

"Stop" he warns her, turning again towards the floo, his suitcase in hand.

"After all that's happened between us?" she shakes her head, still trying to comprehend how she ended up here, in the middle of the night, defending her marriage.

"The war ended a long time ago" he states factually, clenching his jaw: she's too stubborn.

"So what?!" she snaps.

"The world's changed, we've changed, I've changed" he reiterates. Their argument was going in circles.

"Don't say that" she says biting her lip. He hated when she did that because he couldn't resist that face and the temptation to just drop the subject and go back to bed with her.

"Hermione I don't feel the same way I did all those years ago" he says looking down at his feet in shame.

"We just need to keep at it, it will work out" she sobs, shaking now anxiously. He wants to hold her in his arms and tell her it's okay but he resists.

"I can't do this anymore" he stresses.

"Don't do this" she moans, I can't live without you.

"I don't want to hurt you anymore" he bellows, tears welling in his eyes.

"Ron, please don't give up on us" she goes on.

"It's not you it's me" he spits out rashly, without thinking. He braces himself for her reply quickly. Idiot.

"Don't give me that horse shit" she yells back at him angrily. No way could he pull some stupid cliché out of his arse and think it can work on me.

"This just isn't working anymore" he says, raising his voice to emphasize the point.

"Ron…" she pleads again.

"I need to figure things out, I need to find myself again" he laments, avoiding her gaze.

"And you can't do that with me" she states it as if it were a fact, as if she were explaining the idea to not only him but herself due to its absurdity.

"Hermione we haven't spoken to each other in months" he reminds her, thinking of all the times she had given him the cold shoulder.

"What do you mean, that's absurd!" she concludes quickly, pushing the idea out of her mind knowing all too well that it was true.

"I mean really talked, it's like we're going through the motions but they don't have any backbone to them" he testifies.

"Then talk to me" she bargains.

"It isn't that simple" he says, exasperated.

"Then explain to me why." She hated having to ask him again.

"We aren't the same people we were before, I'm not the same guy you met at Hogwarts, you aren't the same girl I fell in love with" he went on, his last point making her let out an aching sob. He hated to see her this way but it had to be done.

"So you're leaving me" she whimpers, not bothering to wipe away the tears streaming down her face.

"You can't just stand there and honestly say to me you haven't felt it too. We've been growing apart since the end of the war. I thought you were the one so I asked you to marry me but I was foolish-"

"No-" she interrupts stubbornly.

"I'm going to go" he interjects over her sternly. Fear entered her body and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Don't leave" she replies quietly after a beat.

"I just need time to think" he drones on. Stop making excuses she thinks.

"You have all the time in the world to think!" she yells, exasperated, "you can think and be with me!"

"You've got so much ahead of you" he says, sorrowfully, intimately, acceptingly. He takes her hand in his. "You don't need me anymore." He vows, withdrawing it. Hermione felt the weight of his wedding ring in her hand before she saw it, shining under the light of the lamp in their living room.

"We don't have to figure this out all right now, just come back to bed!" she urges desperately. "We can talk about it tomorrow, we can go see a marriage council-" she continues before he interrupts her.

"I don't see how it's going to work" he retorts, frustrated, trying to make her let go. Just stop.

"Please don't do this." She cries to herself. "You don't mean it" she tries to convince him and herself once again. "This is just a fight we're having, we can get past this. Don't I mean anything to you?" she remarks, throwing the ring back at him. Her statement hits him like a tsunami.

"You're making this so hard when I'm just trying to do the right thing," he recovers, bending over and picking the band off the floor slowly, meaningfully, "trying to do what's best for you, what's best for us" he continues, standing up, looking right into her red and strained eyes.

"You don't know anything about what's best for me" she taunts, "what's best for me is for you to stay here, with me, forever" she insists poorly as he takes steps closer to the floo.

"I can't!" he shouts, his tone shaking her.

They look into each other's eyes with agony. Her chest was heaving, holding back the hard sobbing. He ached to take back everything, to kiss her all over her soft skin, make love to her and tell her this was a horrible mistake. To crawl into her embrace and whisper sweet nothings to her, give her the whole damn world, no, the universe if that's what it took to show her he loved him; but instead he just closed his eyes.

"I'm going to stay with Harry and Ginny" he states emptily as he steps into the floo. Turning around, looking at her weakened body regrettably, "I'm sorry."

She opens her mouth to say something but instead puts her face in her hands and weeps in defeat.

"Hermione, our marriage is over" he declares finally. He quickly grabs a handful of floo powder, and she goes quiet. No she pleads no. Silence fills the room as they stand there. He hesitates for a moment, and she looks up. They stare at each other with dead eyes.

"But I love you" she whispers painfully.

He frowns, closes his eyes and purses his lips, they were the last words he wanted to hear coming from his wife's mouth. He swallows the large lump in his throat as he brings up his hand, shaking, and tucks the hair in her face behind her ear longingly. Shedding a tear he caresses her cheek and kisses her for the last time. The kiss is painful, desperate; they can taste the salt from tears on the other's lips. She puts her hand on his cheek and he closes his eyes as he brings up his own to remove hers. He places is ring in her hand once more and closes it.

Before he can take everything back and before she can convince him, he drops the powder from his hand and says with his voice strained "27 park avenue" burning up in green flames, them disappearing before each other's eyes.

He apparates in the Potter's floo and Harry stands to look at Ron with fear, his newspaper hitting the table askew, and Ginny puts her teacup down and looks at him with wide eyes. Ron then collapses to the floor and breaks down unashamedly in front of his best friend and his sister.

Kilometres away Hermione drops to her knees and she thinks she can feel her heart break into a million pieces as she hugs herself and sobs violently into her hands, into the rings that once bonded her and Ron together in holy matrimony.

Once.