A/N: anyway, I have decided to comply with your demands and write a really really long chapter. How do 5000 words sound? Outrageously impossible. So you're not quite gonna get that. Anyway, enough of my nonsense.

Chapter III How Could You Leave Me Here

Hermione's POV

"YOU'RE WHAT!" the yelling that disrupted the usual peacefulness of the Hogwarts owlery was Ron. Several birds woke and flew out the windows, others just ruffled their feathers and went back to sleep. Pig flew over and began pecking Ron on the head for waking him up.

"Moving Ron dear." did I just call Ron dear? Oops!

"Moving? How could you be? And to America no less." Harry was in a state of shock. Actually all of my listeners were, even the owls (it was probably the yelling that got them though).

"Hermione, if you move who will take your place as head girl?" Ginny was the most calm of my three friends. Well not really, she was having a hard time not laughing at Ron who was running around the room being chased by his miniature owl.

"My parents are letting me finish this last year at Hogwarts and then I join them in the summer." it wouldn't really matter now though because school was almost over. Saying this made it seem so much more final.

"'Mione, you can't leave! You can move into the burrow with us. Percy's gone for like forever and you can have his room," Ron was desperately trying to escape the inevitable and his owl, "Ginny wouldn't mind sharing, would ya Gin?" finally he succeeded in catching his owl, "I'd even let you share my room if need arose, but mum probably wouldn't approve of that." Pigwidgeon, really upset now for being squished in ron's massive hand, began pecking at his fingers, " Harry, Dudley's always wanted a sister hasn't he?" he really was being a sweetheart, trying to make me stay. And willing enough to let pig bite him like that all for me.

"Not really, especially one that is a witch. Besides, I get to move into Grimmauld place this summer." Harry was excited to be leaving his aunt and uncle's house, even if the memories at Grimmauld place were connected to the pain of Sirius dying.

"Well that solves it then. You can move in with Harry." Ron relaxed a bit, feeling that the problem was solved, though not much as his fingers were still being attacked. He finally walked over to the window and threw the bird out. I tried not to laugh.

"Ron, there is a reason I am going to go to America with my parents. I have been accepted to a muggle college called Princeton, and I am going to be on Broadway. I'm sure that my tours will eventually come back here. Well, maybe. And I promise I'll write to you."

"But it just wouldn't be the same. Would you really rather be with a bunch of stuck-up princes than us?" he gave the puppy eyes and I could hardly resist giving into him and going to live in his fantasy, I wanted to be with him so bad, and yet I knew I couldn't.

"They aren't really princes, and you guys are prime compared to any other friends I could ever have, but we'll just have to deal with it." I was starting to realize what I'd be leaving behind. Not just Ron and the romance we'd never had, but three really great friends. The best ones I'd ever have.

"That's what I was afraid of." Ron turned and walked out of the owlery. He was such a mess. I grabbed his hand to stop him. He looked at our hands for a moment his bleeding pretty badly and getting blood all over my ink stained one, then pulled away and ran down the hall, hitting everything and everyone that crossed his path.

"Ron, wait!" I called after him, but he couldn't hear me, or maybe he just didn't want to.

Later in the common room, I made my announcement to the rest of the Gryffindors, and went up to the dormitories to cry myself to sleep. It had been a very stressful day. What with NEWT's, my parents owing me about moving that morning, and Ron…

Flashback

"Wow Hermione, you've got a lot of mail." Ron stared at the pile of parchment that Demetrius, my barn owl had dropped in front of me. Demetrius was my 18th birthday present from Ron and Harry.

I fingered through the stack to see who had written me Viktor, Mrs. Weasley, mum and dad, Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron, lastly there was the Dailey prophet, and yet another letter from Ron.

"Ron, why do you feel like you have to write to me so much?" I looked over at him stuffing his face with pancakes and bacon.

He swallowed what was in his mouth, took a big drink from his class and explained, "I'm just catching up on all the times we didn't get to write during the first 7 years we knew each other."

I sighed, he really is a psycho. There was nothing interesting in the daily prophet, and Mrs. Weasley had just written to say hi and have me make sure that Ron had studied for the NEWT's. Viktor's letter was quite refreshing and he told me all about his quidditch season, his girlfriend Olga, how things were doing at drumstrang and that he is going to be the herbology teacher there which really surprised me. I'd never thought of Viktor as a plant kind of guy. Ron's letters were silly all saying things like 'hi Hermione!' or 'I'm gonna need your notes for such-and-such' or 'Draco is a snotball and a crybaby git'. I opened mum and dad's letter last.

Dear Hermione,

We have some exciting news for you. Your father has gotten a job in New York America, so we shall be moving there shortly. We want you to finish your schooling. We sent in your application and a tape recording of your singing, and Broadway wants you to immediately begin practicing to be in Les Miserables. Isn't that wonderful news? We miss you immensely. Do well in your schoolwork. We will be sending your script by regular mail, because it is much too heavy for an owl.

Love,

Mum and Dad.

I dropped the letter on the table. Trying hard to control my tears, I began to gather up my things to leave for class.

Ron, who was eating his 37th pancake, tried to pick up the letter to read it.

"This is my personal business Ron. So keep your sticky fingers away from it." I took it away before he could read it and ran out of the Great Hall. Ron, sensing that something was wrong, ran after me. Normally, he could have caught up quickly, but when you desire something bad enough, anything can happen. I ran straight for the room of requirement, where there was a roaring fire and plenty of tissues and chocolate.

End Flashback

A/N: what do you think? Was it awful? Please tell me what you think! And for those of you that don't know what Les Miserables is… HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW! IT'S ONLY THE BEST BROADWAY PLAY EVER WRITTEN! (Well, one of them).