Hermione sighs and puts downs the paper, tears in her eyes. Ron had cheated on her, With a raven haired girl. But she didn't understand just one week left before she became 'Mrs. Ronald Weasley,' but no more, she was done, she had been hurt enough. Hermione rips her engagement ring off her finger in anglerfish leaving it on the kitchen counter of their small flat in muggle London, where she knew Ron would see it, right above the picture of him snogging Regina Katerina, the newly famous 'singing sensation,' she wipes another tear from her cheek and goes into their bedroom, grabbing her small suitcase from under the bed she starts shoving clothes inside, along with her few other possessions. And putting all the things Ron gave her in a large cardboard box with the word 'TRASH' scrawled on the side. Another tear drops.
The she grabs a price of paper and writes a simple sentence that she know will hurt

'Was she worth it?'

She grabs her suit case and 2 boxes with her stuff in them. Along with the trash box, and walks out the door leaving the key, her ring, and the note on the kitchen counter.

She opens her car door, and puts her belongings in the passenger seat, and she just drives, she doesn't know where, she turns on the radio

' you don't have to call, anymore
I won't pick up the phone,
This is the last
Straw..
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that your sorry, but I
Won't believe you baby like I did
Before

Your not sorry, no.'

Hermione laughs at the irony of the song, this was so cliche

'Lookin so innocent I might believe you if I
Didn't know,
Coulda loved you all my life if you hadn't left me waiting in the cold-old

And we got to share our secrets,
But I'm tired of being last to know-oh
And now your asking me to listen
Cuz it's worth each time before'

' you don't have to call, anymore
I won't pick up the phone,
This is the last
Straw..
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that your sorry, but I
Won't believe you baby like I did
Before

Your not sorry, no.'

Hermione looks up and realizes where she is,
The leaky cauldron, she shrugs, and grabs her suitcase.

After paying for a room, and ignoring the sympathetic looks from the other costumers. She sighs and lays down on the small twin sized bed. The tears come again. Well what a great way to end a lovely Sunday. And she cries herself to sleep

FIN.

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Well thanks for reading, again I'll TRY to update every Friday or Saturday,

Kat.