Prompt Twenty-one: Divorce.
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"Are we really going through with this?" Hermione whispered, looking across the small table at Harry, her about-to-be-former lover, trying to find the answers in his eyes. "Do you want to do this?"
He bent his head low, looking at the ground instead of at her. "I cheated on you, Hermione." She flinched. She knew it was true, but it still stung. "I'm in love with Gin. We can't do this anymore...I can't do this anymore."
Tears stung at her eyes. She knew he was right. She knew that they weren't destined to remain together and that they weren't soul-mates but it still hurt. It felt like a dream was dying, an era ending.
"It's just...I wanted to make this work so much. I wanted to make us work. And...we don't. We won't. Ever. It's like the death of a dream that I've clung to for so long."
"We're meant to be friends, mates, pals, Hermione. Just friends."
"Friends," she confirmed, finally looking up at him, ready to face whatever she would see in his expression, posture, eyes. She frowned slightly and tilted her head to the side. Sadness. He was as sad that this was ending as much as she was... Well, not quite as sad, she thought. He had Ginny now, someone to go home to after this was over. And what did she have? Nothing. After this was over, after the divorce papers were finalized, she would go home to her cat and an empty flat. She would be...alone.
And that was what scared her the most. She didn't want that. She had always had someone there, someone to share the ride with. And now? Now Harry would be gone, Ron was happily married, her parents were dead... She choked back a sob. Yes. She, Hermione Granger, would be alone again.
There is nothing to do now but get it over with and just move forward, Hermione. You know that... A voice in her head said, making her want to lift her hand and touch the quill to parchment. She almost whined back at it, almost cried, "But I don't want to."
But she didn't. Instead she spoke softly, saying, "I think we better finalize these then." and then she lifted the quill in her hand and touched it to the parchment. She felt movement behind her and knew that Harry had gotten up and stood behind her. She felt a hand on her shoulder applying gentle pressure and she smiled.
Friends.
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Word Count: 334 (according to OpenOffice)
A/N: There it is. I want to continue this into an actual fic. Probably turn it into a Charlie/Hermione, which will probably make Rowan happy. ^_^
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading. Review?
-Willful Destruction