Harry found Ron staring blankly at the space where Hermione had vanished. He wasn't sure what had transgressed between his two friends but it couldn't have been good.
It took a while to get back to the Burrow because Ron wasn't responding to anything so they couldn't apparate. But when they reached his home Ron stormed up to his room and slammed the door.
How could he be so stupid! Ron was infuriated by his actions and he was even more upset that Hermione had walked out of his life without letting him apologize for them. He was such an idiot!
Hermione got off the plane in a fowl mood. He was so stupid and so was she. She knew he hadn't really meant to be that way, but her temper had reared its ugly head and she'd stormed off.
Walking into the bathroom, Hermione looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked hideous. Her face was pale and washed out from the horrible flight and her eyes were red and puffy from crying during the entire flight.
Disgusted with herself, she left the bathroom and went in search of the person who was supposed to pick her up and take her to her new apartment. She was so glad that the Magical Association of America, America's version of their Ministry of Magic, had already arranged a place for her to live. She really hadn't wanted to bother with it and she really didn't want to bother with it now.
She saw her name on a sign held up by a man in a black suit and cap, indicating that he was a chauffer. She let him lead her to a nice black car and she climbed into the back. She just wanted to get to her new home and sleep for a century or two. In fact, she was so exhausted, both emotionally and physically, that the second the door closed and her head hit the back of the seat she was out.
Hermione awoke when she felt the car pull to a stop. Her door was opened for her and she stepped out to see that she was standing in front of a nice looking hotel. That seemed odd. She was told that she would have her own apartment.
Hermione turned to the man. "Are you sure this is where you are supposed to take me?"
The older gentleman nodded, "This is the address they gave me, Ms."
He retrieved her bags from the trunk of the car and nodded his goodbye before he got back into the automobile and drove away.
Pulling out her mobile phone, Hermione dialed the number she had been given. A plus to being in America was that they were much more familiar with muggle conveinences and customs. She would no longer be living a completely split life like she had at Hogwarts, where her life in the muggle world and her life in the magical world were completely opposite and totally separate.
Hanging up the phone, Hermione sighed in slight agitation. They'd run into some 'snags' when it came to her living situation so she wouldn't be able to move into her new place for a couple of weeks, but they had made arrangements for her to stay at the hotel until everything was worked out. Great.