Tonight was a bad night. Aside from the fact that it had been raining in London for a month, the Weasley couple had had another fight. Hermione Weasley was sitting on a couch in the living room, crying her eyes out, waiting for her husband to come home. They'd been having a lot of fights lately. It was two in the morning and she had no clue where Ron had gone. The doorbell rang. Hermione got up to answer it. She opened the door.
"Viktor?" Viktor was Hermione's ex-boyfriend.
"Hermione! Hermione?" Viktor instantly went from a cheerful look to a 'what's wrong' look. Hermione was looking down and heard the change of expression in Viktor's tone.
"Oh, it's nothing," Hermione said. Viktor came inside and they sat on the couch.
"What's wrong?" he asked forcibly.
"I told you, it's nothing!"
"It's that damn husband of yours, isn't it? I knew he wasn't a good man for you!"
"He didn't do anything!" Hermione began to cry again. Viktor put his hand on her face to wipe away the tear. His face was extremely close to hers.
"Hermione, how many times have I told you that you deserve better," he said softly. "Ron can't offer you everything. I can."
Viktor stared into Hermione's eyes, though she tried to avoid his gaze. Suddenly, he cupped her face with his hands and passionately kissed her. She tried to push him off her but he was too heavy and she was cornered on the couch. Suddenly the door opened. Hermione looked at Ron with helpless, pleading eyes. Viktor hadn't noticed him come in.
"What in bloody hell is going on?" Ron said in a calm, cold voice. Hermione was surprised Ron wasn't screaming. Viktor got off her but didn't leave.
"What are you doing here?" Ron said.
"Giving your wife what she deserves," Viktor snapped back at him, as he got up and began to walk towards the door. Ron walked towards him and punched him in the eye. Viktor punched Ron in the stomach. The two men had an all out war over Hermione. She quickly stopped the fight before it got out of hand. Viktor left and Ron sat down on a chair in the kitchen. Hermione sat on a chair next to him. When Viktor had left he had a bound-to-be black eye and he couldn't walk correctly. Ron just had a cut-lip. There had been a long silence between Hermione and Ron, until Hermione spoke up.
"Ron, he just started kissing me ok?"
Ron didn't say anything in response. He didn't even do anything in response. He was overcrowded by the thoughts of the recent events. He had caught his wife snogging with her ex-boyfriend. He had just punched an International Quidditch seeker.
"Ron?"
Ron looked up at Hermione with no expression in his eyes.
"Ron, look, he just came over and started kissing me. I tried to get him off, but he wouldn't budge."
Ron gazed deeply in her eyes. No, not again. He couldn't be entranced by them.
"Hermione, we need to talk," he said emotionless.
"What about, sweetheart?" She put her hand on his knee but he suddenly put his legs underneath the kitchen table. Ron's gaze went back down to a coffee mug on the table.
"Hermione, we've been having a lot of problems lately." Hermione became confused.
"We've always been able to work them out, honey."
"I know, and I'm tired of it." Hermione became even more bewildered. She didn't want to hear what he had to say next and began to cry.
"What-what are you talking about, Ron, dear?" Tears were definitely falling down her cheeks now.
"You don't get it, do you?"
Ron looked up and into her watering eyes. He had to do it. He couldn't take it anymore.
"I want a divorce."
The words cut into Hermione like a knife. He might as well kill her know. She couldn't believe what he was saying. After eight years of marriage, after a secret relationship between them since their second year, how could he just end it all like that?
Hermione looked into Ron's eyes for any trace of doubt. She couldn't find anything. She wished to put up a fight, but it would definitely turn into a real fight later on. Nothing would change Ron's decision.
"Are you sure you-you want this?" she asked.
Ron thought about this for a while. Was it really worth it?… But he had to do it. He'd been thinking about it for a while now. He switched his gaze from Hermione to the coffee mug. Hermione knew what this action meant. No. It was over. The love of her life didn't love her in that special way anymore.
Hermione walked over to their room and came back out carrying a suitcase full of clothes. Tears were still falling from her eyes. Ron was still looking at the coffee mug, an expression of concentration swept over his face. Hermione walked over to the door with her face down. Right before she left, she looked up at Ron and said, "I love you, Ron."
An hour later, Ron awoke. He was sitting down on a chair in the kitchen. He remembered all of last night's events. What did I do? The damage had been done; there was nothing he could do to change that. In a fit of fury, Ron stood up, grabbed the coffee mug and slammed it against the table. It shattered to pieces.
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