Alcohol and Love
By: RandHrFan
A/N: I don't care if anyone likes this or my writing cause I've deleted fanfics…I'm sorry but get over it. Flame if you want, but I have to write this fic… so take it or leave it.
"FINE! LEAVE, YOU ALWAYS LEAVE!" Hermione sobbed as she threw a glass vase where Ron's now apparated body was. She jumped as it smashed against their front door. She walked away from the living room and moved into their bedroom. She choked back tears when she saw their wedding pictures on his dresser and the framed 'first love letter' from ten years ago—when they first began dating. She opened the closet door and on the top shelf underneath several blankets sat a shoebox in perfect condition, in which several sweet nothings and sweet everythings from Ron were packed safely way from any harm both mortal and magical.
She opened the box ever so carefully, and pulled out a yellowing piece of parchment. It was dated June 31st, 1999. Her eyes began to well uncontrollably as she read Ron's blunt expression of his feelings for her, and his total uncertainty of her feelings. Which brought her back to reality and to the reason for their fight. It was her consistent cold manner towards him lately.
Hermione then found another wedding picture of them; only this one was taken from a muggle camera. It was taken just before their first kiss as husband and wife, and she could see all the love in the world in Ron's eyes, and then his words from earlier rang in her head, "If you're not sure whether you love me or not, then why did you even marry me?" as her sight shifted to a much younger version of her. Five years had passed from that day, and it was the first time that she ever began to question her feelings for her husband. And she began to cry hysterically; with a flick of her wand she had a conjured bottle of wine.
Hours passed and she eventually found herself out of the bedroom and in their living room once more, but this time to clean up the mess she made. Hermione hiccupped drunkenly as she threw the throw pillows back onto the couch. Next she straightened the curtains and the paintings, until finally coming across the shattered glass vase. It was a wedding present from Harry and Ginny along with a rather large check. As she picked up each piece she began to cry even harder until she was a huddled and deeply humbled mass on the floor. She simply began to let go of all her pride and sense of reputation and decided that she didn't care who saw her like this.
"Ginny? This is Hermione," she said to the receiver.
"Hermione, its two in the morning what is wrong with you?" Ginny said grumpily.
"I need you to come over…now," Hermione said desperately into the telephone.
"Now?"
"Yes, now," Hermione stated firmly and then was answered with a dial tone and a loud pop.
"Ginny!"
"Hermione!…You're drunk…" Ginny said quietly. "What happened?"
"Ginny it was terrible…you're brother's left me…" Hermione cried into her shoulder.
To Be Continued…
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