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Chapter 14

Hermione was thankful Ron was not in when she returned to the flat.

She had a chance to relax and deliberate over when to give Ronald the papers.

She really wanted to catch him in a good mood, so he would just sign them with as little fuss as possible. Hermione realized this was not likely, but would plead with him, for once in his life, to see reason.

Bugger.

Hermione fixed dinner, knowing that after Ronald had eaten his fill he may be more amenable to discuss things more agreeably.

Unfortunately, Ronald was agreeable - however not in the way Hermione intended, and events were quickly changing course. She did not like the looks of this.

Ron walked up behind Hermione drawing his hands around her waist. She managed to shimmy out of his embrace just before his lips reached her neck.

She quickly moved to the sink and busied herself with the dishes. He hurried behind her, put his hands on her shoulders and tried to kiss her again.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione turned around, and holding Ron at arm's length, told him firmly, "It's not a good time, Ron."

Her skin crawled at his continued contact.

"But Hermie," Ron whined, "Mr Longie wants some attention from Miss Fuzz."

That is it! It ends now!

That was the proverbial broomstick breaking the thestral's back. Hermione wrenched herself away from him as if scalded.

"Get away from me Ron, No offense, but I really don't want you touching me. Actually, take as much offense as you want, as long as you stay the hell away from me!"

Looking past his dumb-dog stare, Hermione continued.

"Actually Ronald, I'm trying to talk to you. Bugger all! This is not going the way I planned. Listen, there really is no right way to say this - Ron, I'm asking you for a divorce."

"What?!? Herms, is this just about the sex?"

Gods, what an idiot! How can he be so dense?

"Really Ron, no it isn't. This has been coming for a while."

"But Hermie, you don't want to divorce me…"

Hermione put up her hand to quiet him.

"Ronald, I am leaving these papers here. If for once in your life, you decide to show a shred of decency, please sign them. If you've ever held an ounce of affection for me, please sign them. If you want to be free to live a life with an adoring wife who will give you all the children you want, please sign them.

Think about what you really want, Ron. If you are honest with yourself, you'll see we were finished years ago. Let's cut our losses and move on.

I'm leaving now, I'll be back in the morning.

Goodbye, Ron."

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A/N:

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OK: I've had elements of that confrontation in my mind from the inception of this tale. Idiot Ronald believes the "Mr Longie" comment passes for a pick up line. It is so moronic, it's almost embarrassing to write.

These chapters are getting longer. Maybe when the whole thing is finished, I'll flesh some of them out and fuse some chapters. What do you think? Either way, that will be a while in coming. I have 2 other works in progress, plus a one shot brewing. I just had to exorcise this story before moving on with the rest.