The characters and main ideas belong to the queen J.K. Rowling.

- My heart swings back and forth beneath the need for routine and the urge to run -

Hermione Granger shot up from her slumber in the middle of the night. Silently trying to orientate herself, she realizes she sits on her bed in the flat she rents in the Diagon Ally. She breathes in deeply, ruffling through her hair. And then she remembers the evening before: she just had a huge fight with Ron.

It has been two years since the war ended, she had finished her school education and was now working in the Ministry of Magic, recently as a secretary of Magical Creatures.

Ron is currently helping George with the Weasly Shop and Harry is in his first year of Auror training and therefore constantly busy. Ginny plays her first season professional Quidditch for the Chuddley Cannons and Luna is travelling and searching for rare creatures no one else can see or believe in but her – and probably her dad, but no one really knows.

Neville is Professor Sprouts' protégée and is intensely studying this subject, totally lost to the rest of the world as it seems.

And Hermione was stuck.

She loves her routine, especially after the war ended. And that is why she clutches it with all she has, not wanting to let go of it.

And then there is her boyfriend of two years. The first affection they had for each other gradually faded away and it all grew grey and into exactly that routine. They only saw each other every second day, mostly eating at Hermione's place and on the weekends in the burrow. Their intimate life was from the start not satisfying and always rather short lived and ungentle. Their sad attempts to get physically close to each other stopped one and a half year ago already. There is no passion in their relationship and obviously no love too.

They stayed in their relationship just because of the one and only fact that they are used to it.

And now the young woman is torn between that routine she thinks she needs so badly, but also with the giant urge to run as far away as she can as fast as she can.

That is exactly the feeling she has as she sits on her bed, fighting for breath and wrestling with her ideals she has so strongly set in her mind.

After a while she gets up from her bed, silently walking to her kitchen and taking leftovers of the Chinese noodles she ate for dinner the previous night out of the fridge, poking it with the chopsticks that are still sticking in them and settling herself on the kitchen table.

Crookshanks comes over to her, purring around her back and settling in her lap.

"What am I doing here, Crookshanks?" Her voice is not louder than a whisper , but he still meows her an answer.

And then she thinks of her parents. They live happily in Down Under and will probably not ever remember her again, she knows that. But if they could, she just knows that they would be deeply disappointed with her now. They always teached her to respect herself, to chase her dreams and to never let the world tell her no when she hadn't yet tried everything that is possible.

And right in this moment the weight of the world shifted, and it was impossible for her to not change her life anymore.

She decides that first of all she needs to talk to Ronald, it is more than time to end this pointless relationship. She already knows what he thinks about this, but for the first time it didn't matter to her at all anymore. And so she finishes her food, brushes her teeth, gets clothed and apparats to his flat as soon as the door shuts behind her.

She knocks on his front door, but no one answers. The readhead usually sleeps like a rock, so she doesn't think much of it. She tries the handle and finds the door unlocked anyway. When she steps inside she immediately hears the noises from the bedroom.

Slowly she walks towards that room and looks through the gap of the half opened door.

In the bed she sees Ron absolutely engrossed in a woman.

She does not want to watch them further, so she turns around and walks back to the living room, browsing a book out of the shelves on the wall and slumping down with it on the couch. She silently charms the room around her to be noiseless and starts to read the book, waiting for the two people to finish their business.

Half an hour later she hears a loud gasp coming from the entrance. The youngest Weasley stares at her with eyes as round as the headlights of a truck and hiding behind him was a very flustered wild haired Lavender Brown.

"Mione, what the hell?!", he gasps.

"Good, you're finally finished. We need to talk." Her voice is stern and cold, and all colour drains from the man's face.

Authors note:

Hello everyone!

The future shipping is a secret for now, but there will definitely be romance before the end, promise!

Please be gentle with me, this is my first fic I dare to publish and I would be happy to get critics, for I don't have a beta and english also is not my first language..

Thanks you in advance for everything!

Miss Kitty Wonder