A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #4 Etiquette Task #10: DO try at least two bites of everything on your plate, unless you are allergic to it. Write about trying something new.

Word Count: 1377

Warning: sexual themes, cheating, Ron bashing

Hermione blinked back tears as she slid off her shoes, took of the golden chain decorating her neck, and yanked her hair back into a comfy ponytail. It was supposed to be their date night, but now, five minutes before he was supposed to be home, Ron had messaged her saying he had to work late. This was after he had just changed his schedule so he could get off work earlier during the week to help with the kids.

"What the bloody hell am I supposed to do now?" she asked her reflection. All she saw was her own make up smeared reflection looking back at her. The kids were staying at the Burrow until tomorrow. Part of Hermione wanted to wallow in self-pity, but at the same time, she didn't want to give Ron the satisfaction of her being miserable. She was seriously starting to think he did this on purpose. Hermione glared at the mirror, the reflection of a group photograph catching her attention. She walked over and picked it up, looking at the faces of her former school mates. Once things had made sense. They had been in the middle of a war, but at least she wasn't in tears every other night because the one person she thought she could count on had to work late.

"Forget him," she muttered. "The kids are gone, I can do whatever the hell I want, and I'm going to do just that," she decided. She grabbed the heels, shoving them back on her feet. She ripped the elastic from her hair, letting the curls bounce out again. She was halfway out the door when she heard Ron's voice in the fireplace. He was calling her name, giving some half-assed sounding apologies. She ignored him, slamming the door behind her as she stepped out into the night. At first, she didn't know where she was going, she didn't really care. Anything was better than hanging around the flat moping. She remembered someone mentioning a new club that had just opened. Figuring dancing and drinking was something to do, something she normally didn't do, she hailed the nightbus to take her there.

The entrance to the club was a non-descript door with the club name scrawled across it in pink writing.

"Seconds," Hermione read. She smiled. Yeah, seconds she had wasted waiting for Ron, seconds she had spent in her life not doing what she wanted, being held back by Ron and Harry. She pushed open the door letting the music throb through her. She glanced around, but the strobing lights and crowd made it impossible for her to tell if she knew anyone. She slid up to the bar, ordering a drink as she watched the people dance. Her drink arrived and she sipped it slowly, wondering if she should go dance. That was the point of coming to the club wasn't it? Finally, she gathered her courage, aided a bit by her drink, and strutted out onto the dance floor. She moved awkwardly to the music. She wasn't even sure she'd ever heard any of these songs before.

"First time clubbing?" a voice asked.

"That obvious?" Hermione asked, turning to face the speaker. Her eyes widened seeing Pansy standing there in an indigo dress, her long black hair held up by chopsticks.

"Beyond obvious, actually. What are you even doing here, Granger? I thought you'd settled down, had some kids, were happily married and all that boringness?"

"Believe it or not, only some of that seems to be true," she answered, rolling her eyes. "Ron's working late... again."

"Are you sure he's working, or is he out doing something more fun?" Pansy asked, putting a perfectly manicured fingertip to her lush lips. Hermione stared at her.

"What else would he be doing? He says he's working."

"That's what they always say, isn't it? I had to work late, but then they come home reeking of perfume with lipstick on their collars because they can't master a simple cleaning spell?"

"He's working."

"Fine. Dance with me anyway?" Pansy offered, extending her hand to Hermione. "I know the moves and could teach you a few, if you're interested."

"Fine," Hermione stated, taking Pansy's hand and allowing her to move her around the dance floor. She had to admit it was fun, letting someone else take the lead for once. After about three songs, Pansy released Hermione.

"I'm parched, wanna grab a drink or dance with the next beautiful person you find?"

"I..." Hermione paused, trying to make up her mind what she wanted to do. Part of her wanted to follow Pansy. Her mind couldn't stop thinking about what the Slytherin girl had said about Ron.

"Drink it is then," Pansy announced, grabbing Hermione's hand and pulling her over to the bar. Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione thought she saw someone with red hair. She dismissed it, there were tons of people with red hair. Hell, Ron's whole family had red hair, and wasn't Ginny the one who had told her about this club? Pansy looked over Hermione's shoulder, her smirk falling off her face in horror.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, spinning in her seat. Her eyes widened. She had seen someone with red hair enter the club, someone with red hair who was currently shoving his tongue into the mouth of some blond witch that was certainly not his wife.

"We could go grab some air?" Pansy suggested, trying to pull Hermione from the scene.

"I don't think I need air, Pansy. I think... I need...I..."

"Come on," Pansy said, wrapping her arm around Hermione's shoulder as she started sobbing.

"How could he?" she yelled, pushing Pansy away and storming towards the table. "How dare you!" she screamed, throwing her drink on Ron and the blond witch. He looked up at her, his eyes widening as he realized who had just soaked him.

"Hermione? What the bloody hell are you doing here?"

"I was enjoying myself, Ron! I should be asking you the same question! You said you were working?! What is she, some sort of assignment then? Is there a dark wizard hiding in her mouth that you need to find with your bloody tongue?"

"Hermione, um, it's not... it's not what it looks like?"

"I honestly don't see how it could be anything else. We're done Ron. You can pick up your things tomorrow, I'll leave them outside for you."

"Wait, you can't leave me!"

"I bloody well can and I am. I'm going to the ministry first thing in the morning and filing for divorce. Pretty sure infidelity is grounds to have our marriage disbanded," Hermione yelled. The witch Ron had been snogging, turned to him and threw her drink at his face.

"You said you were single!" she screamed, standing up and storming away from Ron.

Hermione felt a hand on her back. Turning, she saw Pansy standing there.

"Ready to go?" she asked. Hermione nodded.

"Want to help me throw this git's things into boxes?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Sure, and I can help get him out of your mind if you'd like," Pansy stated, as she and Hermione headed towards the exit, leaving Ron sitting there soaked and completely dumbfounded at what had just happened.

"What did you have in mind?" Hermione asked.

"Something like this," Pansy answered, kissing Hermione's lips. Hermione blinked, pulling back a little. That kiss had stirred something in her, something Ron hadn't stirred in a long time. Hermione reached over and pulled Pansy's face back to hers, kissing her hard.

"I think, maybe I would like for you to help me get my mind off him," she answered. "I'd hate to have the bed having just memories of me and him?" she whispered. Pansy smiled, sliding her hand into Hermione's.

"Lead the way, we can break his things and spend the night together, just to make sure you don't sit there and cry," Pansy stated, kissing Hermione again. Hermione nodded, she wasn't sure how she felt about Pansy, how she'd feel about her once the dust had settled, but she had wanted a night of fun, a night to get her mind off things, and that was exactly what she'd gotten.