Mistakes.
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A/N, for those of your who read my first story, the link to Ginny's wedding dress can be found on my profile. I want it myself!
On with the story.
"Get out." he shouted.
"What?"
"I said, get out - NOW." Ron's bellow rang across the living room of the tiny London flat. Dazed and confused, Hermione left in a hurry. Hermione walked the deserted streets of London as the tears ran down her face. She thought of earlier events.
She remembered coming home ah her usual time and sitting down with Ron to eat dinner, they ate in their usual comfortable silence, that is, until Ron got that bloody phone call. She watched him as his lips thinned and his ears turned pink. He then turned towards Hermione and spoken into the receiver. Hermione's stomach dropped as his expression turned to one of disgust as he'd started to shout. Her stomach dropped as she fled. The streets of London weren't the most comforting of places to be, but after 10 minutes, she'd come to a stop outside Harry and Ginny's house. Grimmauld Place looked as intimidating as it had ever done. It was still Headquarters for the Order, but now Voldemort was gone and his followers either dead or in Azkaban, there was nothing left for them to do, and so the weekly meetings had turned into monthly get-togethers amongst friends where a great deal of alcohol was consumed.
Hermione approached the large front door and rapped sharply with the silver door knocker. Moments later, Ginny swung the door back to reveal a tearful Hermione at the other side.
"Jesus, Hermione, come in." Ginny stepped aside and walked through to the kitchen. Hermione followed her and seated herself at the large oak table. Ginny flicked her wand and the teacups and kettle floated around in a choreographed routine until two cups of tea were sat in front of them. Slowly, another tear slid down Hermione's cheek. She realised the couldn't hold it in any longer as she allowed loud sobs to consume her body. Ginny was unable to do anything but offer soft words of comfort and held her until she calmed down. Eventually the sobs subsided and Hermione was fit to speak.
"Tell me what's wrong, Hermione." She looked at Hermione.
"Ron's… kicked me out, Gin."
"But why?"
"Your guess is as good as mine." She sighed and wiped her nose. "I just don't know. I came home, and we ate dinner as usual, until he got that a phone call. I don't know who it was, but he hung up, and started shouting for me to get out." Her body was consumed by heartbreaking sobs once more as Ginny held her friend close and apparated them both to a guest bedroom. She tucked Hermione in and sleep came quickly.