A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
Word count: 466
Warning: murder, cheating, blood, stabbing, Ron not portrayed in a good light.
It was like any other night, Ron telling her he was working late again. She believed him, she always had before. But this night, this very different night, Harry flooed asking if he could borrow her cupcake pan. If Harry wasn't working late, Ron wasn't working late…
She understood now, the pieces coming together, the knife twisting in her heart, the way Ron hadn't been interested in her in the bedroom lately, the way he stared off into space when she spoke to him about their future. She broke that night, tears streaming down her face as she waited, a kitchen knife in her hand for her lover to return home from work.
It was three when the fireplace roared to life and he stepped through. She could smell the perfume that surrounded him like a cloud. His eyes widened seeing her waiting, seeing the blade shine in her hand. She didn't speak as she plunged it into his heart, didn't blink as he grabbed his chest, falling backwards, blood spilling down his front, staining his shirt. A smile crossed her lips, a twisted smile, one that didn't meet her eyes.
She watched him fall to the floor, watched him take his last breath, knowing exactly how to throw the aurors off her tail, knowing that the fact they lived in a muggle neighborhood was perfect. She broke the window, vanished their valuables, ransacked the house. A robbery gone wrong, no magic used to murder the man who lived there. Hermione cleaned her prints from the knife, letting it fall to the floor, let them think the robbers had left it behind.
She apparated to her flat, the one she hadn't taken her name off of, she knew there had to be a reason she'd kept it. There she waited for them to come, for them to tell her Ron was dead. She played her part perfectly, tears running down her face, demanding to know who had killed the man she loved.
Soon, Ron's little double life was exposed, Pansy accused of murdering him because he wouldn't leave Hermione for her. Hermione acted as if she didn't know, she hadn't known it was Pansy, that part was enough of a surprise. There wasn't enough evidence to convict Pansy, soon their attention turned to a possible muggle suspect, someone who hadn't known Ron was a wizard, who didn't know anything about the magical world.
Hermione waited a year, a year and a half, before she let herself move on, with Pansy to everyone's shock. They grieved together, holding each other's hands, crying into each other's shoulders. Yes, it had started out a night like any other, but in the end, Hermione had broken, she'd done the unthinkable, and found someone else who deserved her love, her affection.