"Now if you'll excuse me I have to go by my apartment." Hermione
stormed out of the room. She was angry, she was furious! Well, truthfully
she wasn't sure how she felt. She was too confused. She reached out,
twisted the handle, and stepped outside, slamming the door behind her.
Honestly, what were they thinking? Can't they just treat Ron and her self
like adults and allow them to make their own choices without intervening?
She flung her back against the outside wall, trying to breathe silently, straining each muscle in her body to hear Harry's every word. There was no sound at first, only muffled footsteps. Then Harry spoke the devastating words that killed any small, tiny, microscopic, glimmer of hope that she may have been holding on to. "It's no use. He said he doesn't love her anymore."
Hermione froze. Did he really say what she thought he did? She closed her eyes; silent tears began to drip from her eyes. "I'm sorry Ginny. There's nothing we can do." Now she knew the truth in her suspicions. He didn't love her anymore. He really didn't. She had felt it for so long, but actually hearing it was true had a whole new affect on her. Gosh, why did she always have to be right? Why? WHY?
She was now shaking, her breathing heavy. Slowly she slid down the wall until she reached the ground. It was over. It was really, truly over this time. Ron...Ron didn't love her. He didn't! He didn't care for her, or—or want to spend his life with her. It was over... Just like that! Everything...gone. Gone! Everything was over...forever. She could never have him back, no matter how much she longed for much. She could feel her heart that had been so close to breaking for so long, finally breaking in two. "It's no use. He said he doesn't love her anymore." Those fatal words echoed devastatingly through her mind. She had never felt so depressed and alone.
Gosh, why was she acting like this? She had suspected for quite some time that he didn't love her, yet when she heard Harry she had broken down into tears, which was something she hadn't done for a couple of months over the topic. Why had it had such an effect on her? Maybe it was because she had never known it was true until then. The fact that it was true was killing her. Something inside of her had held on. Something told her that if she waited he would prove he still loved her. And that was all she wanted. She wanted to know he still cared about her. But that proof had never arisen, and Hermione was now starting to realize that that proof would never come. Never. No matter how long she waited.
She couldn't let herself be like this! She would be strong. If Ron was ok with the divorce, then so was she. She would overcome this. There was no way she was going to turn into a moping, constantly crying, depressed do-nothing. Hermione took in a deep breath, attempting to rid her self of tears. She wiped under her eyes, trying to erase any mascara that might, and probably was, now beneath her eyes. Still shaking she stood up, sniveling and glancing at her watch. She had just enough time to make her appointment, but only just. She took in another deep breath. It's ok, Hermione. You're doing the right thing. You are doing the right thing.
"Maybe then you'll realize that you're making the biggest mistake of your life!" said Harry.
"More like the best choice I've made in my life!" said Ron getting up on his feet, but Harry was already gone. "You haven't got a clue on what you're talking about, Harry. You haven't got a clue."
He sat back down. What was Harry thinking? The biggest mistake of his life, yeah right! Harry didn't know how he felt, or—or what he thought! If he didn't love Hermione anymore, then—there was that rock again, hitting the bottom of his stomach. Before when he had told Harry how he felt about Hermione it had first hit him, and now it hit once more. Why? It wasn't like he was lying or anything! He didn't love Hermione! Again he was hit.
What reasons did he have to love her now? She had changed. He wasn't sure how, but she had, ever so slightly. Ok, maybe he was a little harsh, but come on! Besides, it's not like Hermione cared what he thought of her! She was the one who had called over their marriage in the first place. Love until death do us part...sure.
He couldn't help but to think of the look she had given him when she had tossed down the ring he had worked so hard to buy for her on that night that seemed so long ago. At first glance it was a look of anger, but if you looked deep enough you would see that it was much more than that, much, much more. She seemed deeply hurt and upset, yet in her eyes he had seen a small ray of hope. It was so small it had been barely visible, but still it had lingered. The core of his eyes had nearly connected with that ray almost unlocking its secrets, but before he could turn the lock to the last number, she had left. That was probably the last time he'd see her.
That thought there caught him. Was that the last time he would ever see her? His mind fought frantically for an answer. No, it couldn't be! There'd be family get togethers; expect she wasn't family any longer. Well, as soon as their divorce was official and in writing she would officially not be family. His family loved Hermione though! They'd probably invite her anyway, although she probably wouldn't come, or maybe I wouldn't. How was he going to break the divorce to his parents? Did they already know? Had Ginny told them? Never mind that! There had to be another time he'd see Hermione. Harry and Ginny's first child! Weddings! I don't know, something!
As he thought over this, he started to feel worried; scared. The thought had never really occurred to him. He might never see Hermione again! Ever! He might never be able to look her in the eyes again, or hear her voice, or just feel her presence! He might not even speak to her again! As these thoughts flew wildly through out his head, he realized something. "Oh my gosh." He thought aloud. "I still love her." He still loved her! "I still love her! I do! I still love Hermione!" He stood up and reached for his coat. "What am I still doing here? I've got to go get her back while I've got the chance!"
Hey! Please review and tell me what you think! Sorry it took so long, I kept writing and rewriting Ron's part. Ok, so the next chapter is the last one!!!!! Review if you want to read it! You probably all think you know what the ending is, but how can you be so sure? Hermione seems to be finally realizing she has to live without Ron? Why would she put her self in a position to be hurt again? But then again, why would she take him back? Oh well, I'll stop questioning my story now. Review to find out the conclusion!
She flung her back against the outside wall, trying to breathe silently, straining each muscle in her body to hear Harry's every word. There was no sound at first, only muffled footsteps. Then Harry spoke the devastating words that killed any small, tiny, microscopic, glimmer of hope that she may have been holding on to. "It's no use. He said he doesn't love her anymore."
Hermione froze. Did he really say what she thought he did? She closed her eyes; silent tears began to drip from her eyes. "I'm sorry Ginny. There's nothing we can do." Now she knew the truth in her suspicions. He didn't love her anymore. He really didn't. She had felt it for so long, but actually hearing it was true had a whole new affect on her. Gosh, why did she always have to be right? Why? WHY?
She was now shaking, her breathing heavy. Slowly she slid down the wall until she reached the ground. It was over. It was really, truly over this time. Ron...Ron didn't love her. He didn't! He didn't care for her, or—or want to spend his life with her. It was over... Just like that! Everything...gone. Gone! Everything was over...forever. She could never have him back, no matter how much she longed for much. She could feel her heart that had been so close to breaking for so long, finally breaking in two. "It's no use. He said he doesn't love her anymore." Those fatal words echoed devastatingly through her mind. She had never felt so depressed and alone.
Gosh, why was she acting like this? She had suspected for quite some time that he didn't love her, yet when she heard Harry she had broken down into tears, which was something she hadn't done for a couple of months over the topic. Why had it had such an effect on her? Maybe it was because she had never known it was true until then. The fact that it was true was killing her. Something inside of her had held on. Something told her that if she waited he would prove he still loved her. And that was all she wanted. She wanted to know he still cared about her. But that proof had never arisen, and Hermione was now starting to realize that that proof would never come. Never. No matter how long she waited.
She couldn't let herself be like this! She would be strong. If Ron was ok with the divorce, then so was she. She would overcome this. There was no way she was going to turn into a moping, constantly crying, depressed do-nothing. Hermione took in a deep breath, attempting to rid her self of tears. She wiped under her eyes, trying to erase any mascara that might, and probably was, now beneath her eyes. Still shaking she stood up, sniveling and glancing at her watch. She had just enough time to make her appointment, but only just. She took in another deep breath. It's ok, Hermione. You're doing the right thing. You are doing the right thing.
"Maybe then you'll realize that you're making the biggest mistake of your life!" said Harry.
"More like the best choice I've made in my life!" said Ron getting up on his feet, but Harry was already gone. "You haven't got a clue on what you're talking about, Harry. You haven't got a clue."
He sat back down. What was Harry thinking? The biggest mistake of his life, yeah right! Harry didn't know how he felt, or—or what he thought! If he didn't love Hermione anymore, then—there was that rock again, hitting the bottom of his stomach. Before when he had told Harry how he felt about Hermione it had first hit him, and now it hit once more. Why? It wasn't like he was lying or anything! He didn't love Hermione! Again he was hit.
What reasons did he have to love her now? She had changed. He wasn't sure how, but she had, ever so slightly. Ok, maybe he was a little harsh, but come on! Besides, it's not like Hermione cared what he thought of her! She was the one who had called over their marriage in the first place. Love until death do us part...sure.
He couldn't help but to think of the look she had given him when she had tossed down the ring he had worked so hard to buy for her on that night that seemed so long ago. At first glance it was a look of anger, but if you looked deep enough you would see that it was much more than that, much, much more. She seemed deeply hurt and upset, yet in her eyes he had seen a small ray of hope. It was so small it had been barely visible, but still it had lingered. The core of his eyes had nearly connected with that ray almost unlocking its secrets, but before he could turn the lock to the last number, she had left. That was probably the last time he'd see her.
That thought there caught him. Was that the last time he would ever see her? His mind fought frantically for an answer. No, it couldn't be! There'd be family get togethers; expect she wasn't family any longer. Well, as soon as their divorce was official and in writing she would officially not be family. His family loved Hermione though! They'd probably invite her anyway, although she probably wouldn't come, or maybe I wouldn't. How was he going to break the divorce to his parents? Did they already know? Had Ginny told them? Never mind that! There had to be another time he'd see Hermione. Harry and Ginny's first child! Weddings! I don't know, something!
As he thought over this, he started to feel worried; scared. The thought had never really occurred to him. He might never see Hermione again! Ever! He might never be able to look her in the eyes again, or hear her voice, or just feel her presence! He might not even speak to her again! As these thoughts flew wildly through out his head, he realized something. "Oh my gosh." He thought aloud. "I still love her." He still loved her! "I still love her! I do! I still love Hermione!" He stood up and reached for his coat. "What am I still doing here? I've got to go get her back while I've got the chance!"
Hey! Please review and tell me what you think! Sorry it took so long, I kept writing and rewriting Ron's part. Ok, so the next chapter is the last one!!!!! Review if you want to read it! You probably all think you know what the ending is, but how can you be so sure? Hermione seems to be finally realizing she has to live without Ron? Why would she put her self in a position to be hurt again? But then again, why would she take him back? Oh well, I'll stop questioning my story now. Review to find out the conclusion!