A/N: This is my second fanfic and it's un-betaed. I wrote it a long time age but I never quite finished it. I love reviews by the way. ---------(Thats a hint)
"Four Words that never mean good"
"Ron, I think we need to talk," she stuttered, "now," she added.
I looked up from my auror booklet. It was the summer after seventh year. Voldemort was no more and I could not have been happier. I had my family still intact after the resent war, my best friend Harry who had only just proposed to my sister Ginny and, best of all, my beautiful girlfriend Hermione who I was blindly in love with, I was the happiest man alive! That is until she said those four words. Four words that never mean good.
"What is it 'Mione?" I replied, she was struggling with what she was trying to say, she eventually spoke, "Ron, I don't know how to tell you this. Ron, promise me you won't do anything stupid," I was worried now, "Of course darling, what's wrong?" I reached out to hold her hand but she backed away.
"Ron, I'm leaving you." She said in a matter-of-factly tone, like she was answering one of Professor McGonagall N.E.W.T level questions but she was still shaking. "But you'll be ok, won't you Ron? You don't need me?"
She was pleading but she couldn't even look me in the eye. There was an uncomfortable silence and then I knew. If it was me she would of told me, and there is only two people in a relationship, so if it wasn't me . . .
"Hermione, what's his name?" I asked, trying to keep my emotions from showing. "Ron, please it's no one," Hermione was sobbing, "I mean, there's no one."
My temper had got the best of me. "Don't lie to me Hermione," I spat at her, I was disgusted, I felt used, like my heart was being ripped to shreads in front of me.
"Ron, there's no one." Hermione was sobbing into her hands, unable to face me. Wasted the Gryffindor courage is on her. "Hermione don't you think I deserve to know?" I shouted making her cry harder, I was crying myself. I loved her, how could she? How?
I gave up, grabbed my jacket and chucked some floo into the fire. As I stepped in she finally gave me an answer,
"It's Harry, Ron. It's Harry."