A/N: So yeah… I finally decided to update after what? A month? Sorry for that…

Well yeah… here's…

Chapter ….

Hermione sighed as she walked towards the Great Hall for breakfast. It was obvious that something was troubling her…

…and it wasn't about Malfoy, dammit!

It was actually about her parents. They were getting along so badly that Hermione was worried they'll get a divorce. Then they'd inevitably make her choose between the two of them, giving her an ultimatum: Staying with her mother in the country with her friends, or staying with her father, who she was more close to, in another town…

…minus her friends...

Hermione sighed again as she reached the doors of the Great Hall. She opened them, and headed straight for the Gryfindor table, right between Harry and Ginny, and across from Ron.

She put on a bright, cheery, (fake! Fake! Fake!) smile.

"Hey you guys, goodmorning!"

Harry looked at her. "Goodmorning too 'Mione."

"Yeah," Ron…spewed. "Mo'nin!"

Hermione looked at him in disgust.

"Oh PLEASE Ronald, can you keep your mouth actually CLOSED? I'ts distur-"

But she was interrupted with Ginny's excited squeal of..

"Mail's here!"

Hermione looked at her curiously.

"What's up with you? You look like Christmas has gone early, combined with Fred and George using Ron's boxers as a Christmas tree.."

"Hey! That was only one time!"

Ginny ignored everyone, and said to Hermione " I'm expecting the edition of The Daily Prophet today."

Upon seeing the trio's raised eyebrows, she explained impatiently.

"They have this feature article on the latest muggle fashion designs!"

Hermione laughed amusedly, and shared glances with Harry.

"Figures…" Ron grumbled.

"And what do you mean by that, Ronald Weasley?"

Hermione tuned out the sibling's argument when she saw her owl, Genevieve, holding a letter.

"Hey girl." She cooed softly. She took the letter from the owl, and saw that it was from her parents. She read it hesitantly.

Dearest Hermione,

We know that you don't like people who beats around the bush, so we'll say it frankly:

We're getting divorced

Hermuone almost dropped the letter at this point, but continued on, tears finding their way to her eyes.

It doesn't have anything to do with you, dear. It's just that you'd notice that we don't get along much anymore. We decided that it isn't fair that we keep torturing you with our fight, so we ended it. We found that we couldn't get along as much as before.

We're really sorry honey.

We'll talk about this more in the Christmas vacation.

Love,

Mom and Dad

Hermione actually dropped the letter this time.

Her friends finally saw that something was wrong.

"Hermione, are you okay?"

"Mione, what's wrong?"

"Hermione stop crying, it'd be okay…"

Hermione laughed bitterly. "Nothing's wrong…everything's perfectly peachy."

She paused for a while.

"You know what's funny? They said the exact same thing"

And with that, she ran away from the Great Hall.