A/N: I still don't own Harry Potter

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Warning: This chapter contains infidelity, depressive thoughts and self-harm – you have been warned.

Hermione felt everyone's eyes on her and as her and Ron walked into the party. A quick glance of the room told her she didn't know anyone other than Ron.

"Over here, Hastings, hey, this is Hermione," Ron said introducing her to a big blonde wizard with a crooked nose. "He's team captain and plays beater."

"Nice to finally meet you," Hermione said politely wondering if it was just her or if the music was really that loud.

"Same," the man grunted refusing to meet her eyes before joining the party. Hermione didn't know what to make of the introduction, was he being rude or was that just his personality? She didn't have time to dwell on it because Ron was pulling her over to another person.

"Helena!" Ron exclaimed. "This is my wife, Hermione. Hermione, this is Helena Gellabee, our team's keeper." Hermione blinked. She'd never thought that Gellabee was a woman. She racked her brain trying to remember if Ron had ever mentioned the fact.

"Hermione, Ron's told me so much about you," Helena stated giving Hermione a smile. Hermione nodded.

"Same," she answered softly noticing for the first time that it had been Helena's perfume Ron's Quidditch robes had been drenched in. Helena Gellabee, H.G., her mind added. Hermione remembered the handkerchief with those initials, her initials before she'd married Ron.

"And this is Nemant, he's one of our chasers," Ron stated pulling Hermione along not even realizing she was no longer smiling. In fact, her hands had curled into fists at her side. She wanted to believe it was all a coincidence, that he wasn't cheating on her. He loved her! No, it couldn't be, she finally decided. She slowly unclenched her hands and turned her attention back to what Ron and one of his teammates were talking about.

"Why don't you go mingle, Hermione," Ron suggested. "Get to know some of the other wives," he added. Hermione bit her lip glancing around the room. She wasn't sure why she was so anxious about meeting these new people.

"Alright, I'll do that," she finally said realizing Ron had already turned back to the conversation. She slowly made her way away from him, looking for someone to talk to, but everyone was wearing either a team uniform or seemed to be talking to someone else. With a sigh, she found herself standing against the wall, just watching everyone sipping on a cup of punch.

"You look like you'd rather be anywhere but here," a voice said. Hermione turned to the speaker; a witch wearing a green dress.

"I'm afraid I don't know any yet, my husband just made the team last month," she finally said.

"Who's your husband?"

"Ron Weasley, I'm Hermione."

"Oh, wow, he actually brought you finally. We all thought you didn't exist." Hermione blinked.

"Why would you think that?"

"Well, he said he was married, and then hits on half the fans, and even a few of the other witches. Besides, him and Gellabee..." Hermione felt tears start to build in her eyes. She had been trying so hard to dismiss the feeling in her gut. Ron didn't love her, if he did, he wouldn't be cheating.

"I've got to go, thank you," Hermione whispered choking back tears. She managed to find the loo before breaking down and crying. Ron didn't love her, Severus didn't love her, no one loved her. She wiped the tears from her eyes, wondered if she should tell Ron she was leaving, but decided against it. He obviously didn't care about her. He didn't care about her feelings, didn't care what she was going through, had he brought her here to have someone else tell her about what he'd been doing because he was too much of a coward to tell her himself? She took a deep breath and found her way outside. She was still shaking when she apparated home planning to pack her things and leave, not even bothering to worry that she, in all honesty, had nowhere to go. All she knew was that she wanted out.

The house was dark as she entered. Ron didn't love her. She hexed a few of the pictures on mantle of them together.

"You lying cheating git!" she screamed grabbing their wedding photo and throwing it against the wall. The glass shattered from the frame. Hermione blinked, tears streaming down her face. Slowly she picked up one of the shards of clear glass. It sparkled in the dim light.

"No one loves me, no one wants me," she whispered running the sharp edge against her skin. "At least, at least pain won't abandon me," she added watching a faint red line form on her skin.