"Can't wait to see you. I love you, never forget that." Ron wrote back. It folded itself into an airplane and darted out of his office.
He sighed to himself. "What am I going to do? I have to tell her. I can't leave her in the dark. That will hurt her more."
Hermione sat in her office. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun and she stuck a quill behind her ear. She happily hummed to herself and she flipped through her newest book.
The airplane landed on her book. "Oh, he wrote back." She opened it and read it. "Huh, he worded that strangely. Why does he think I would think I didn't love him?" She looked at her picture of Ron. "I will ask him tonight." She blew him a kiss.
Ron sat at the table waiting. He was sweating again. What was he going to do when she arrived?
Hermione entered and sat across from him. "Hey babe." She leaned in to kiss him. He softly kissed her back. "How was your day?"
He watched Jennifer walk by their table. He clenched his fist. "Bad."
She frowned. "I'm sorry."
The waitress approached. "Would you like to order any drinks?"
"Fire Whiskey for me!" Ron answered quickly.
"Honey, that is really strong." Hermione pleaded.
"It's alright. I need it. What would you like honey?" He glared at Jennifer whose back was turned.
"A Butterbeer please." Hermione smiled.
The waitress returned the smile. "I will be right back."
Ron held Hermione's hands. "You are so beautiful."
"Thank you babe." She blushed.
Tears formed in his eyes.
"Ron what is wrong?"
Ron didn't answer he just looked away.
"Here are your drinks." The waitress still had a smile on her face.
"Thanks." Hermione responded.
Hermione began to drink hers. Ron took a big gulp.
Hermione looked at Ron. He was trying to hold back his tears to the best of his ability.
"Baby, tell me what's wrong?"
"Alright, I will, even though it is killing me."
Hermione put her glass down. Her eyes were glued to his.
"Last night was Bill's birthday party as you know."
"I am sorry I couldn't make it."
Ron looked down. Hermione picked his head up.
"Well, I consumed a lot of alcohol. Some habits just never die. Well, I blacked out. I have no memory of anything after that." Ron's bottom lip began to quiver. "Well, when I woke up this morning there was a woman in my bed. I don't remember anything-…"
Hermione put one hand to her lips and a single tear fell from her eye. "Did you have sex with her?"
"I don't remember. I was blacked out." He wouldn't look at her. He couldn't stand watching her heart break.
"Did you have sex with her?" She sternly repeated.
"I believe so."
Hermione covered her face and began to hysterically cry.
"I'm sorry Hermione. I really am. If I had not had so much alcohol this would not have happened."
"How could you?"
"I never meant too, it was the alcohol."
"DON'T BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL RONALD!"
Ron looked her in the eyes. She threw her butterbeer at him and ran out.
"Hermione!"
"NO!"
Everyone was looking at him. He put his head down on the table and cried. The people around him began to whisper. He sat up and wiped his eyes. "Miss…another whisky please."
Jennifer was smiling at him and had her arms folded. He glared at her and then moved out of her view.
How could he go on without Hermione?
The waitress returned with his drink.
"Thanks."
He chugged the whole thing.
Hermione ran as fast as she could she could she didn't know where she was going but she wanted to get far away from Ron. She looked behind her. "He isn't following me. Good." She continued running until she became short of breath. She fell to her knees and continued crying. People stared at her and walked around her. "I hate you Ron! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"
She wiped her nose with her sleeve. This was no time to be cleanly. She wanted to lock herself in her room and never come out. Her mascara was running down her cheeks but she didn't care.
"How could he do this...two year long relationship he flushed down the toilet. I hope she was good because she is the only one he has now!" She pulled her wallet out of her purse and pulled the picture of the two of them at graduation. She ripped the picture in half, followed by pictures of their first anniversary and the Valentine's Day trip. She never wanted to see him ever again. She felt invigorated.
Hermione got to her feet and wiped her tears. She had to go somewhere that wasn't home, in case Ron decided to go there. She though of someplace and quickly apparated.