I am…
Cruel
Hermione had made her mind up on what she was going to do before she had even got back to the house.
She shoved the door open, and slammed it behind her, she was not sure if Ron were in, but she did not care either. She trudged through the hallway, ripping from the walls the photo's she had so carefully put up when they had first moved in, she dropped them to the floor, stamping on the glass, she knocked over the expensive vases that they had received as wedding gifts, she threw the flowers that he had brought her just yesterday across the room.
Storming upstairs, she yanked open the doors to their shared wardrobe and pulled out a large white dress bag, she roughly opened the bag and held up the delicate ivory material and then with strength that was amazing, she tore it apart. Ripping the beautiful wedding dress that's he had wore only a few years ago.
When she was satisfied by the shreds of gown that lay all over the room that was once a place of love, and now of destruction, she turned and stormed out. She reached for a suit case from the spare room as the front door opened and she heard Ron's panicked calls, she did not bother to answer them.
She dragged the suit case into the bedroom, and tore it open on the bed, quickly she gathered her clothes, and other trinkets she may want to keep, she did not notice her husband standing there, watching her with a horrified expression.
It was only once she had stuffed the suitcase and shrinked into fill her pocket and turned to walk out the door that she noticed him standing there. He was simply standing there, watching her as she moved around the room, and now they looked at each other, so much to be said.
"You don't have to go," His words were croaked out, the look on his face a mixture of anger and terror; he didn't want her to leave, that much she could tell.
"I know I don't have to go." Hermione said, a malicious laugh tainting her words. "I don't have to do anything. I wantto go, all you've ever done is held me back, and I am fed up with it."
"Hermione, just… Look, wait, we'll talk," Ron's words were tainted with his desperation as he took a step towards her, but she did not want him near her, not because she didn't want him to change her mind, for that was impossible now, but because she had become resentful and developed a hatred towards him.
Young and stupid, she had followed blindly in the search of the good in the world, but they were no better than anyone else. They had murdered, destroyed families, risked the lives of those they had supposedly loved, and what for? For a future where only few actually got to be happy, or live their dreams. These people had taken hers from her. Their war had destroyed her dreams of a family, and Ron was denying her the chance to try.
How things change.
"Talk?" Her voice was high, and not her own, not as Ron knew it, and in that second he realised he'd lost her, she was no longer the woman he loved, she was no longer anything near to someone he could ever love, she had become so immersed in herself, and her own ability, she was someone completely different.
"Why?" That's all he wanted to know now, why had she changed.
"Because you and Harry Bloody Potter destroyed my life, I can do anything! ANYTHING!" Hermione screamed, and the energy in the room tickled, but not in a good way, and the temperature had dropped. "And you and him… You stopped me! Held me back, I don't want you, or him or even your bitch sister, I don't need you, any of you!"
"You can't have a child can you." It was not a question, but a dawning realisation. "This is about what you can't do. Hermione, I don't care if you can't have a child, there are other ways… Just come back to me and we'll figure it out."
His words so sincere, for a second she may have done exactly as he asked, begged even, and yet, she shoved past him and out the door.
You and your whole damn family are going to suffer, just the way I have to suffer because of you, all of you.