"Hermione, what-what's going on here?" Ron asked as he walked into the bedroom, taking in notice of the few suitcases lined against the wall and one on the bed that she was currently placing clothes in. Hermione slammed the suitcase shut, her hands firmly placed on the top of the smooth cover as she narrowed her eyes at her husband.
"I'm packing, Ronald. What the bloody hell does it look like I'm doing?" Ron was taken back by the tone of her voice. What the hell did he do to piss her off this time?
"I can see that clearly." He told her with the roll of his eyes. "I meant, why?" Hermione pursed her lips together, gathering up all the courage she could muster.
"Because for the last few months Ronald, I've felt nothing but small. I work, clean, cook, make sure Hugo has his studies finished, message Rosie when I have the chance and what do you do? Nothing. You come home acting like a ruddy robot, acting like everything in our life is okay when it's not!"
Ron was livid, his fiery temper reaching its peak. "That's how you feel, do you?"
"Yes! C'mon Ron all we ever do is fight and when we aren't fighting we hardly say a word to one another unless it's about the children or work." She retorted, throwing her hands in the air. "Oh and I found out about your love affair with Luna!" Ron's eyes widened, his jaw dropping to the floor.
"Yeah, didn't think I'd find out about that?" Ron shook his head, lost for words. "What? You don't want to say something? Anything?" Hermione asked him as she stood straight, her arms folded across her chest. After a few moments of silence, Hermione exhaled slowly. "I would have followed you to the end of the earth… but now, I'm stumbling around and falling."
"I- I don't know what to say.. I never meant for you to find out." Hermione winced, her heart stinging at his words. He would never have told me if I wouldn't have called him out on it. "There's nothing for you to say, Ronald. What's done is done." Ron's head shot up as he heard the sound of the zipper go around the suitcase. He felt as his feet began to move towards his wife, kneeling in front of her as he grabbed hold of her hand.
"Baby, please don't leave, I'm so sorry. I've tried swallowing my pride and I always let it get the best of me.. You're the one that I love, not Luna." Hermione looked into the crystal blue eyes she had fallen in love with all those years ago. "I wish it was that simple.. That love could be enough but it's not. I'm- I'm giving up on you." She pulled her hand from his with a wave of her wand she shrunk all the suitcases down to pocket size. Ron continued to kneel there as if he was stone, his mind not wanting to take in what was currently happening with his life.
After a moment he stood up, and took off after his wife. "Hermione wait!" With a sigh she halted and turned to face her husband. "Yes?"
"What about the kids? Please don't take them from me." He begged her. With the mention of the children her expression softened.
"I'd never take them from you, despite our estranged relationship you're a good father. This weekend we will sit down and discuss the proper arrangements for Hugo and Rose for her holidays." Rod nodded his head curtly.
"Where's Hugo now?"
"At my parents. I'll be staying with them until I can find another place." She told him. She placed a kiss on his cheek before uttering, "Goodbye Ronald" and disappearing behind the emerald flames of their fireplace.