This is a mini chapter, mostly because I had to study for Finals (which are actually next week, but I'm still studying anyways) and also there are some homework overloads becaue my teachers feel the need to combine the entire school year's worth of homework into one week.

Yeah...so next chapter should have some start on Hogsmeade, but this is just a little travel back in time.

Hermione

"F*** off, you b***h!" Ron hurled his house keys toward me.

"GET OUT! Just get out, Ron, I can't bear to look at you."

"You can't kick me out of my own house, ya' little whore!" Ron swayed, and crashed into the couch.

"This isn't the first time you walked into the flat in which I pay the rent, freaking DRUNK!" I tried my best to keep my cool, but he was making it pretty damn hard.

"B...b***h...you're not the boss of me." He closed his eyes and dropped out cold. I sighed. He was really just draining money from me, but when he wasn't drunk, he was such a sweet man.

The next morning, after Ron hobbled into the bathroom to regurgitate the alcohol, he tripped down the stairs. His eyes downcast, and his entire composure guilty-looking. This isn't the first time he attempted a "I'm sorry I didn't do it on purpose" apology. This time though, I wasn't going to be that soft, because every time, he promised to never do it again, but he never stayed true to his word.

"Mione, honey, I'm very sorry." He gave me puppy-dog eyes, and moved towards the fridge, supposedly to cook breakfast for me.

"I already made pancakes."

"Oh." There was a moment of silence, before he began again, "I'm so sorry, is there any way I can make it up to you?"

"Please just, please leave." I looked away, "I already packed everything for you, while you were sleeping. You can stay at the Burrow before you find another suitable flat."

"Hermione! You know I didn't mean to get drunk! Some friends goaded me on, and..."

"Yes, that's right, I Know you meant to get drunk, because you're addicted to the alcohol. You spend all your money, and some of my money to buy the f***ing firewhiskey and get yourself sick. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU SAID THAT YOU WERE SORRY? THAT YOU WEREN'T GOING TO DO IT AGAIN?" I leapt up from my chair and draw my wand, pointing it at him. "Remove yourself from my flat, or I'll make you."

There was a fiery look kindling in his eyes, "You can't kick me out of this, I helped pay some rent!"

"Why don't you go check this month's bill then?"

"You are going to regret this, woman." He snarled, before snatching his wand from the kitchen table, and stomping away, a trail of boxes floating behind him.

A single tear drops from my cheeks. If I was emotionally scarred after this, was it all worth not having a giant leech suck out my success?

Reponse to Reviews:

Honoria Granger: I think I fixed one of them, but I'm not sure how many times I made that mistake...hehehehehe. But thank you for reminding me!

Elxie (Elainel25): Thank you! And I'm sorry I couldn't write out what happens in Hogsmeade this week...sorry! Had to study for finals and all that, even though they're next week...Well anyways, yes, thank you so much!