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The next day, Hermione went to work with a pounding headache. She had cried all night but in the end she had made a decision. As soon as she came to her office, she wrote a long letter to Oliver, telling him that she would like to break up. She knew that was loathing, she knew he hadn't deserved such a approach. He deserved better. He was a perfect guy if truth be told, but not for Hermoine. There was no need to force the edges. She didn't feel anything for him. She explained to him clearly in the letter that she had been the miserable one, she had been the troubled one. There was no problem with him. All about was her. She couldn't take it.

He would definitely hate her. She knew. But what else she could do about it? She could never get the courage to say those things by looking at his face. She wished she had never seen him, she wished she had never dated him.

After she wrote the letter, she decided to go to the Ron's house to speak to him. He had treated her like a daft and he had to explain her what was wrong with him. Hermione knocked on the door but nobody answered her. She decided to drop by the next day. But unfortunately there was nobody at the house again. Same day, Ginny visited her and told her that they had gone abroad for a mission. Ron had gone and he hadn't told her yet again. Hermione was angry but more than being angry, she was regretful. She was regretful about not talking to Ron. If she had seen him without delay maybe she could explode and she would tell him something about her feelings. Maybe Ron couldn't explain his behaviour and he would tell her that was all about jealousy. In that case she might accept this excuse. She would absolutely accept that. If only Ron said something.

The days passed in a blur, Ron didn't come back from the mission right away. Neither Harry nor Ron sent a letter and Hermione waited for him to return for days. She believed that sooner or later he would return and afterwards they would have the conversation they had to share. However, two months passed awaiting.

One day, abruptly they returned from the mission. Ultimately, Hermione got the chance to talk to Ron in private. They were in her house and suprisingly Harry wasn't with them. He had business to deal with. Hermione didn't know where to start her speech. Enquiring about the letter he had sent ages ago, would be ridiculous, she knew it. Nevertheless she had no other idea. Thus out of the blue she blurted out that she had broken up with Oliver and waited his reaction.

Ron was surprised. He looked at her startled and gave away a little 'oh!' Hermione stared at him expectantly. He murmured something about 'being sorry and finding it unexpected.' That was all. His face turned crimson and Hermione saw his face grimacing. He was supposed to feel happy indeed and he was supposed to act as if he was sad for him. He had to act… not really feel like that.

However Hermione saw there was something wrong with him. She had known him for so long and that was wicked. She didn't have to wait too long though. He looked into her eyes and timidly explained that he had already proposed Diana. He had proposed to Diana! His eyes were full of tears; he was looking at Hermione in sort of lament. Hermione thought she was going to die.

Nevertheless she held back the tears trying to be nonchalant and she congratulated him wholeheartedly. What else she could do? Ron hugged her in return not leaving quickly. It was longer than they had shared at all times. It was a sort of a goodbye.. Hermione's heart fell and all her hopes died away.

The date was September six. It was a beautiful, clear fall day. Hermione Granger was standing in the backyard of the Burrow to participate for the wedding ceremony of her best friend, Ronald Weasley.

Since the ceremony began, Hermione couldn't tear her eyes away Ron. He was standing next to her bride, Diana, who is in all white. He was looking gorgeous. Hermione had always dreamed about his groom robe but that was more beautiful than she had imagined. Ron looked at his bride than smiled. They promised each other and in a blink of an eye they were married. Hermione thought it was a dream except it wasn't at all.

Every witness in the ceremony applauded them affectionately, including Hermione. Everybody was happy for Ronald Weasley. They believed that he had deserved the happiness. That was true. But any person didn't care that once upon a time he had the possibility to be with Hermione. Anyone didn't notice the real reason of her tears. They supposed they were joy tears of a beloved best friend. They didn't know how weak Hermione had been; they didn't know how she had been miserable.

Before she left the ceremony, Hermione looked at Ron for the last time. He looked at her as well. There was something in his eyes she couldn't define. She wished it was regret but it wasn't. He smiled at her. She smiled back at him. He saw the tears in her eyes but she didn't care at this point. And Hermione noticed a little dimple in his smile.

Two weeks later from the wedding, Hermione told everybody that she was going to leave London. She lied telling them she had been offered an important job in another city.

Everybody was shocked and they begged her not to leave. But Hermione was determined. She had to leave. And on a rainy October day, without saying goodbye not a soul, she left the city.

In the train, Hermione forgot about the depression she had had, she forgot about the big shock of her life, she forgot about her past. She only remembered a little adorable dimple in Ron's smile. She knew that that was the only thing she would never forget in rest of her life.

Fin.

AN:

I dedicate this story to a man, who once upon a time had been my best friend. As the years passed, he lost the spark in his eyes, I lost my hopes.