Hey. Ok I didn't get my brilliant spell checker to check it this time but I think it might still be ok. Alright this is dedicated to my friend Alice (corruptone). Hope you like this as much as I like your stuff!

It was only moments later when Hermione was in her room throwing her things into a suitcase. She couldn't believe Ron had just ended it. She loved him so much how could he be such a stupid git so much of the time. It wasn't like they had been in a relationship for a really long time, but they had been friends for years. He was her best friend and he was throwing everything away. It was stupid and it was unfair.

After another few minutes of angrily throwing things all over the place she gave up on packing the Muggle way and pulled her wand out of her pocket and waved it over her stuff. As she watched everything from books to socks pack itself neatly into the case she realised something.

Ron wasn't stopping her he was letting her leave. He was really letting everything between them end. He was truly serious about them being over. She notice her things had all settled into the bag and on the surface was a wrapped package.

She opened it to see the photo frame Ron had given her with a photo of the two of them sitting by the lake at Hogwarts laughing. She picked up the photo of them together and walked into the hall. Three floors bellow she saw Ron at the foot of the wonky spiralled stairs. She reached out and dropped the picture down the gap so it landed just behind him.

The glass sprayed across the wooden floor as Ron whipped around to see the photo of the two of them smiling under shards of glass.

"Herm-" Ron started.

"No," Hermione yelled. "Either you want to be with me or you don't."

Ron fiddled with his knitted sweater. Hermione almost felt bad but then she changed her mind. Ron had hurt her; he was the one who needed to be sorry.

"Hermione one day I will love you again, but right now I need to focus on saying goodbye to everyone I've lost."

"That's just what I've always wanted someone who will love me eventually. Ron you haven't lost me so why are you saying goodbye."

Ginny stuck her head out of the second floor to see Ron almost crying and Hermione glaring with her in the middle.

"What the hell is going on?" Harry yelled appearing at Ginny's side.

"You can ask Ron, I'm leaving," Hermione snapped. "Acio suitcase."

"Hermione wha-" Ginny started.

But Hermione turned on her heel and after a moment of the feeling she was being squeezed through a tube she arrived. Stoats Head Hill, the place they had taken the port key for the Quiddage World Cup. It was the only place she could think of at the time that wasn't too close that she'd be found in a moment, but not too far away that she would never be found again.

She looked up and realised that the sun was setting over her. It was beautiful but it only made her sad. If only Ron was with her his hair glowing brilliantly in the last rays of the sun. As it disappeared she pulled out the old tent she still had in her little sequined bag and climbed into a sleeping bag hoping that by some miracle tomorrow would be a better day.

Ok that's it. Now Review. REVIEW. Please.