Red

"But Hermione–"

"No, Ron!" she cut him off again. "It's never going to work; we're too different you and I."

"I can change! Please Hermione!"

Hermione sighed, looking at him with pity.

"You'd hate what you'd become, and you'd hate me for it. We'd both be unhappy. I'm leaving, Ron."

She battled with the urge to kiss him goodbye, but knew it would do neither of them good in the end. Her hand rested on the door handle when she heard his voice, the low, venomous tone making her heart leap into her mouth. She turned slowly, to face the end of Ron's wand. His arm was shaking, but there was fiery intent in his face.

"You can't leave me, Hermione."

He saw red. And then, so did she.