As always, nothing belongs to me.
Hermione glanced at her watch every few minutes. Today had been draining to say the least and she couldn't wait to leave the Ministry for the weekend. Questioning herself as to why she stayed at this mundane 9 to 5 job, she was drawn out of her thoughts when her boss barged into her office.
"Granger, is that report on the latest Hippogriff study done yet?"
"Yes sir, I gave it to your secretary about an hour ago."
"Oh, well if that's the case, you can leave early. Have a nice weekend! Oh, and tell Ron that he had some bloody amazing saves last game, will ya?"
She half smiled. "Sure. You have a good weekend also, sir."
Packing up her briefcase she practically ran to the elevators and into the main lobby. A maintenance worker was roping off the floos and wouldn't let her pass.
"Floos are broken m'am. Gotta apparate or leave the muggle way. Sorry." Huffing, she spun and apparated to her doorstep.
Tired couldn't begin to explain how she felt. After a long work day, all she wanted to do was lay on the couch, kick off her shoes, and read a book with a large glass of wine. It would have been great, if when she went inside and opened the bedroom door that she hadn't found her fiancée in their bed with another woman.
"What the hell?" Ron turned his head toward the noise and pushed the girl off of him. The woman grabbed her clothes and ran out of the room. Hermione shut the door and turned to Ron, who was attempting to put his clothes back on.
"Really Ronald? You have the nerve to bring that whore into our house and fuck her in our bed! Get the hell out or else I will hex you into oblivion!" She was fuming. Four years had just gone to waste. Ron accioed a duffel bag and began emptying his drawers into it.
"Hermione, listen, I didn't mean for you to find out this way. I don't even know her that well."
"Do you think that makes it better? That you cheated on me with a girl you hardly know? Ron, we are getting married in 2 months, what are we going to tell everybody?"
He stared at her for a few moments. "I'm sorry Mione, but I don't think we should get married any more...I felt pressured! Mum was going on and on about how Ginny was already pregnant and that I needed to make you an honest woman." She could see tears starting to form in his eyes. "She's been going on about how important family is ever since Fred died and how much she wants more grandchildren. I can't do it, Mione, I can't!"
Now she was crying. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"It was either break up with you or marry you and I didn't have the heart to tell you that I'm not in love with you anymore," he choked.
She heard the front door open and slam shut.
"You're not?"
"No. I mean, I still love you, like a best friend but I'm not ready to marry and have kids, you know? I feel like I need to do more in life than what Mum expects me to." He grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "I know you don't want to have a lot of kids and you want to keep your career. I feel like I would hold you back."
"Ron, I'm sorry that you felt pressured, but you could have just told me. I would have understood and we wouldn't be in this position right now." She got up and crossed the living room into the kitchen to grab a bottle of red wine.
"Glass?" she asked. He shook his head. After pouring her glass she sat back down on the bed.
"I know it doesn't seem like it Ron, but I'm not angry. I just wish there was a better way for me to find out." She drew a long gulp and looked at him questioningly. "What are you going to do now?"
"I guess move back to the Burrow. I'll tell Mum what happened and own up to it. She'll be right pissed, but it's my fault."
Her tears were gone by now and she elbowed his stomach. "You're right, it is."
Ron stood up and grabbed his duffel bag. "So, this is it?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry, for everything that I put you through. I'll come back in a week for the rest of my stuff." He turned and apparated out of the room.
"Bye Ronald." Grabbing the bottle of wine she collapsed on the couch. Feeling both emotionally and physically exhausted, she poured herself some more wine and settled in for her quiet night.
