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more anyway! Please review if you are reading, and tell me what you think!
I apologize for the format in the first chapter! It never turns out the
same as when it is when I type it up. I'm going to try something different
this chapter.
"Hermione! Come in! You're soaked! Where's Ron?" Ginny shot out dozens of questions at the dripping wet Hermione who walked in through her front door, holding her suitcase.
Harry was sitting at the table reading the daily prophet. "Hermione! What's wrong?" He was glad to see her, but afraid to find out what happened.
Hermione set her suitcases down on the tile. A puddle formed beneath it. "Ron is at his house." "His house? Don't you mean-you two didn't get in another fight did you?" "I'm moving out." Said Hermione barely unable to shudder. "WHAT?" said Harry and Ginny simultaneously. "You're not serious, are you?"
"Yes, I am." "Hermione, I'm sure this whole thing will blow over. Just talk to Ron and you two can sort things out." Said Harry. Ginny was unable to speak. "Harry, we've tried talking things out before. It hasn't worked before, and it won't this time. I'm tiered of dealing with him! And, quite frankly, he
didn't seem to care that I was moving out!"
"Don't overreact, Hermione. Ron loves you! You can't just move out!" "Listen, I know it probably surprises you, but I need to move out. I need to move on with life! I'll be able to move into my apartment tomorrow. If I
could just stay here for tonight I'd really appreciate it." "Sure, Hermione. You can stay here anytime!" A tear rolled down Ginnys' face.
Hermione on the bed in Harry and Ginnys' spare bedroom thinking over her marriage with Ron. He had disappointed her so many times. One night particular stood out in her mind.
Hermione sat lone on the couch, eating popcorn, and watching the clock. It was already 9:50 and Ron wasn't home from work yet. He got off at seven but yet he still wasn't home and hadn't bothered to send a message. Hermione suspected he was just very busy at work and would be home as soon as he could. It was a shame because this was the night they had planned to spend together. No worrying about work, money, or anything. They were just going to enjoy each others company and watch a movie Hermione had always wanted to see. An hour passed and Ron still hadn't come home. Hermione gave in and started the movie, starting to become slightly frustrated. Another hour, gone. Hermione was now very frustrated. She grabbed a piece of paper and angrily scribbled a letter.
Ron-
Where are you? -Hermione She sent it off and sat waiting for a reply. But, a reply never came. Not until Ron, himself, came home. At 1:57, a dizzy and slightly drunk Ron mozied on in to the living room. Hermione sat reading her book. The movie had long ended. "Ron!" she said. "Hey, 'Mione! How's it going?" Ron said, tripping over himself.
"Where have you been?" "Whadou mean?" Rons' words were slow and slurred. "We were suppose to spend the evening together, remember? You were going to
come straight home. we were going to watch a movie.remember? Where were
you?"
"Oh you mean tonight? Well I-WHOA! How did you do that?"
"What?" "Make the room spin! It's wicked! Whoa! There it goes again! You've really
outdone yourself on the decorating 'Mione!"
"RON! Where were you tonight?"
"Right! I was at work?"
"You're drunk, Ron! Where were you?" "No, no I wasn't at work. Wait! Yes! I was, but then I went to.wait. I went
out with people from work!"
"Ron! I can't believe you!" "I can't believe what you did to the room!" said Ron taking a seat by Hermione. She shook with anger. "You and I were suppose to spend this evening together. One evening! One,
Ron! And you chose this one evening to go out and get drunk!" "It's ok, Hermione! We have all night to spend together. The night is still young!" He said putting his arm around Hermione. "It's two in the fricken morning, Ron! And you're drunk! No the night is not still young!" Ron looked like he was about to launch a contradiction, but Hermione spoke first. "I'm going to bed. Here!" she said throwing a blanket at him. "You can sleep on the couch!" Ron seemed slightly taken a back. "The couch?" he said almost in disgust. "Ok, but I hope it doesn't spin all night."
Ok, so there it is! In the next chapter you will FINNALLY hear from Ron! YAY! Please review and tell me what you think!
"Hermione! Come in! You're soaked! Where's Ron?" Ginny shot out dozens of questions at the dripping wet Hermione who walked in through her front door, holding her suitcase.
Harry was sitting at the table reading the daily prophet. "Hermione! What's wrong?" He was glad to see her, but afraid to find out what happened.
Hermione set her suitcases down on the tile. A puddle formed beneath it. "Ron is at his house." "His house? Don't you mean-you two didn't get in another fight did you?" "I'm moving out." Said Hermione barely unable to shudder. "WHAT?" said Harry and Ginny simultaneously. "You're not serious, are you?"
"Yes, I am." "Hermione, I'm sure this whole thing will blow over. Just talk to Ron and you two can sort things out." Said Harry. Ginny was unable to speak. "Harry, we've tried talking things out before. It hasn't worked before, and it won't this time. I'm tiered of dealing with him! And, quite frankly, he
didn't seem to care that I was moving out!"
"Don't overreact, Hermione. Ron loves you! You can't just move out!" "Listen, I know it probably surprises you, but I need to move out. I need to move on with life! I'll be able to move into my apartment tomorrow. If I
could just stay here for tonight I'd really appreciate it." "Sure, Hermione. You can stay here anytime!" A tear rolled down Ginnys' face.
Hermione on the bed in Harry and Ginnys' spare bedroom thinking over her marriage with Ron. He had disappointed her so many times. One night particular stood out in her mind.
Hermione sat lone on the couch, eating popcorn, and watching the clock. It was already 9:50 and Ron wasn't home from work yet. He got off at seven but yet he still wasn't home and hadn't bothered to send a message. Hermione suspected he was just very busy at work and would be home as soon as he could. It was a shame because this was the night they had planned to spend together. No worrying about work, money, or anything. They were just going to enjoy each others company and watch a movie Hermione had always wanted to see. An hour passed and Ron still hadn't come home. Hermione gave in and started the movie, starting to become slightly frustrated. Another hour, gone. Hermione was now very frustrated. She grabbed a piece of paper and angrily scribbled a letter.
Ron-
Where are you? -Hermione She sent it off and sat waiting for a reply. But, a reply never came. Not until Ron, himself, came home. At 1:57, a dizzy and slightly drunk Ron mozied on in to the living room. Hermione sat reading her book. The movie had long ended. "Ron!" she said. "Hey, 'Mione! How's it going?" Ron said, tripping over himself.
"Where have you been?" "Whadou mean?" Rons' words were slow and slurred. "We were suppose to spend the evening together, remember? You were going to
come straight home. we were going to watch a movie.remember? Where were
you?"
"Oh you mean tonight? Well I-WHOA! How did you do that?"
"What?" "Make the room spin! It's wicked! Whoa! There it goes again! You've really
outdone yourself on the decorating 'Mione!"
"RON! Where were you tonight?"
"Right! I was at work?"
"You're drunk, Ron! Where were you?" "No, no I wasn't at work. Wait! Yes! I was, but then I went to.wait. I went
out with people from work!"
"Ron! I can't believe you!" "I can't believe what you did to the room!" said Ron taking a seat by Hermione. She shook with anger. "You and I were suppose to spend this evening together. One evening! One,
Ron! And you chose this one evening to go out and get drunk!" "It's ok, Hermione! We have all night to spend together. The night is still young!" He said putting his arm around Hermione. "It's two in the fricken morning, Ron! And you're drunk! No the night is not still young!" Ron looked like he was about to launch a contradiction, but Hermione spoke first. "I'm going to bed. Here!" she said throwing a blanket at him. "You can sleep on the couch!" Ron seemed slightly taken a back. "The couch?" he said almost in disgust. "Ok, but I hope it doesn't spin all night."
Ok, so there it is! In the next chapter you will FINNALLY hear from Ron! YAY! Please review and tell me what you think!