Hermione was in an absolute rage.
Muttering to herself, she stomped about the flat she shared with Ron, contemplating what item of his she should destroy first.
Things had been going well. She'd recently graduated Hogwarts, and decided upon completing her education, that moving back in with her parents was no longer an option. She'd grown used to her independence.
Evidently, Ron had decided the same was true for him a year earlier, after the Battle of Hogwarts. Shortly after it ended, he'd got his own place. When he realised Hermione didn't want to go back home, he'd hesitantly asked her if she wanted to move in with him. Needless to say, he'd been so happy when she said yes. She'd been so happy too.
The memory of that stopped her from blasting his belongings into dust. Sighing heavily, she wandered into their bedroom and sat in the middle of their bed.
She loved Ron. She loved him more than anything. But right now, she wished she didn't.
He'd made a really stupid remark. An incredibly insensitive one. She was still in shock over it. Just before he'd stormed out of their apartment, she'd been perusing her calendar for the next few weeks. Knowing that he most likely forgot, she'd reminded him to keep next weekend free as they had dinner plans with her parents.
Ron liked Hermione's parents well enough. It's just that he found dinner with them to be incredibly boring. Everything in their house was too…academic. He found it difficult to have much fun with them. In a desperate attempt to get out of it, Ron foolishly suggested to Hermione that she erase their memories so they could avoid it.
Her mouth had dropped when he said it. Ron, of all people, knew how affected she'd been when she had to Obliviate both her parents before embarking on their mission with Harry. In fact, Ron was the main reason she'd been able to survive the guilt. And now it had become nothing but a joke to him?
Hermione knew she could count on Ron for anything. She knew he'd always love her and be there for her, just as she'd always feel and do the same for him. But sometimes he could be so incredibly cruel without realising it, and ended up hurting her quite a bit in the process.
And she could get past all this if only he'd take her feelings into consideration once she let him know that he'd hurt them. Instead, he brushed her off.
Hermione sighed again. The memory of what came next hurt her the most; it made her chest ache. The problem with Ron was this – if he personally didn't see the offence in something, then in his mind, no one else should either. And when Hermione tried to justify her position, Ron only got defensive and mean. Only this time, he'd actually stormed out of their flat.
He'd abandoned her.
Swallowing past the lump in her throat, Hermione curled into a ball on Ron's side of the bed. She loved Ron. But at this moment, she didn't want to.
She had no idea if he was coming back, and at this point, she wasn't entirely sure if she cared.
Who was she kidding? Of course she cared. She'd always care, even if Ron could be a big, stupid arse at times.
With that depressing yet enlightening thought, Hermione gave into her tears, and cried herself to sleep.