Having no idea how to write or publish, I'm just playing with characters whom are not mine, but from the estimate Jk Rolling.This little essay is not beta, so every mistakes are not done on purpose but because the dictionary didnt gave me the exact spelling or grammar.

At the end of the argument, and throwing Ron out of her room, Hermione sat down in front of her desk ,putting her head in her hands trying not to pull at her magnificent mane out of her head. She still couldn't believe what Ron had told her, he was so bloody stupid how could he think ,that she had studid night and day , was for the only purpose of dropping everything and live the life of a house wife. In truth, Hermione wasnt really surprise, she knew dip down her heart that they would never match, but she had hope, that now the war was over, he would see the purpose of studying, to get a good job. But no of course, his intelligence was as small as a coffee spoon. In truth she felt relief ,but how was she going to survive till the end of the summer, in a house where she will see him everyday? For once she acted on instinct, she took her trunk with an extension charm and start to fill it with all her books and possessions. Her clothes will be last.

Harry being who he was after hearing her scream her lungs out, and the slaming of the door, had been waiting, for Ron, in the kitchen, he knew his friend will come down fuming not undrstanding why Hermione had react the way she had to his proposal. Harry had trye to talk him out of it, he knew Hermione will never want what Ron wanted for a future but Ron was so stubborn, Harry felt bad for his friend, and was readying himself for what was to come. Ron enter the kitchen, out of breath, and red like a tomato, anger bursting out in sparkels at the end of his long red hair. Harry had to hide the laughter bubbling in his throat by a very exaggerated cough. Ron in his own world didn't notice that his friend was suffocating himself for not bursting out in laughter. He start rumbling about jow Hermione was ungrateful, after all his family has adopted her, how they took care of her when she was alone in the wizarding world. How she should be happy that a man looked at her, because in truth she wasn't really beautiful nor did she knew how to look like a dare was she telling him that she wanted a career, wasn't the dream of every woman to have a man providing for them. And on and on. Harry had tune him out, and was waiting for the fire to extinguish. Once Ron was finish, Harry summoned two tumblers and a bootle of muggle whisky and poured a generous amount for his friend , and a little less for himself. Ron took the glass and gulped down in one go and nearly chocked himself to death with the quantity and the fire provide by this unknown beverage. Muggle whisky was much stronger than the usual firewisky he was use to, but that gave the opportunity to Harry, to reiterate what he had been telling him so many time, Hermione is one of the strongest witche of our years, plus she is muggleborn, she isn't like the other women, she wants to lead her life and be the equal of her partner, what you proposed her is similar to jail. *I'm sorry Ron, but i had told you so. Maybe now will you listen and be less of an egoistic*

During that time Hermione was finishing packing, she decided not to say goodbye to her friends but to leave a note, telling them, she was needing fresh air, and a change of scenery, * please don't look for me, i shall contact you once I'm ready.

After writing the note Hermione took a book a lay down on her bed waiting for the night to come. She didn't want to cross anyone on her way out,the best she could do was to leave while all the others inhabitants were a sleep. So when midnight struck a the old grandfather clock in the entrance hall ,Hermione stood up shrunk her luggages and pocket them. Then she put a silencing charm on the hinge of the bedroom door,before opening it on her first step to the freedom out of the house and in the cool of the night. Once she had climb down the stairs toward the entrance of 12 grimaud house ,she felt the weight she had on her shoulders leave. Suddenly she felt her breathing being dipper, and the euforia of doing something for her and not other, felt divine.As soon as the front door close behind her back,she apparate to her old childhood house. Of course her parents weren't there, she will have to go to Australia to give them back their memories and see if they will like to go back to England but meanwhile she will enjoy a few days of solitude, walking the streets of her old neighborhood.The feeling of freedom was so intoxicating that she nearly scream of happiness,and relief. Tomorrow will be an other day. For now she was exhausted from tthis very long day, so she went upstairs to her room. Because she had put the house in stasis the air wasn't stall and the house was in the pristine state were her mother have left it. So Hermione needn't have to worry,and dancing and turning on herself like a flower in the wind change her clothes before climbing in her bed. A breath of satisfaction escape her mouth,