She had been rushing around all morning; this to get, then that to fetch, and obviously that to be sent.

She had been so busy that she didn't realise that she had been going in the totally wrong direction to where she was wanting to go until she stopped for a moment to take in her surroundings.

"Oh no, oh no," she muttered under her breath as she realised she was in the entirely wrong part of the ally to where she was supposed to be heading. "Why does this have to happen to me now?" She kept muttering under her breath as she turned back around to walk the direction she came.

Only for her to immediately fall over on top of somebody who was rushing the opposite direction to her.

Both of them crashed to the ground, all knees and elbows as they tried to separate and pull themselves up.

"Sorry, I'm so sor-" She stopped apologising as soon as she saw properly who it was, a sneer now on her face as she looked at her. "I should have known that it would be you who would shove me to the ground."

Across from her now stood Ginny, dusting off her bright red pretentious looking coat.

"I didn't mean to run into you so I would appreciate it if you didn't blame me for things that weren't my fault."

Hermione shook her head, huffing a laugh, "Just like everything else wasn't your fault, was it? Obviously, sweet little Ginny could never have done that." Her voice was shrill as she tried to avoid shouting. She hadn't forgiven her, no matter the time that had now passed. What she had done was unforgivable.

"Are you really still blaming me for that, Hermione?" Ginny replied back calmly, long used to the shouting from Hermione.

This conversation was just one of many that always ended the same way.

"Yes! You were my most beloved friend, my sister in all but blood! And then you ran off with Harry and left me standing at the altar. I thought I could trust you!" Hermione screeched at Ginny, as people started to turn and watch them.

Ginny replied back cooly, "Et tu, Brute? I thought I could trust you too."

Ginny had had enough of this, of Hermione playing the wounded maiden who had been stranded at the altar desperately clutching a bouquet and balling her eyes out.

She was done with it.

"I trusted you, Hermione. I helped you plan every part of the wedding. Hell, I even helped you pick out the bouquet you so desperately wanted. Remember that one where I helped you pick all the flowers out that you had so carefully picked using flower language to show your love."

Gnny watched with a sad satisfaction as Hermione suddenly paled, looking around to see who was watching.

"So very horrid to see you today, Ginevra. I will be going."

Ginny huffed a laugh, "You run, run away from all these people who deserve to know the truth. The truth that you're nothing but a lying bitch. I know what those flowers meant. Yellow carnations to show all that disdain you held for him, yellow lilies that held all that contempt and finally those beautiful black roses that showed all the hatred you had."

Hermione tried to stutter out a response, "I- I didn't mean for any of that. That was-"

"Face it, Hermione. Everyone knows now."

Ginny motioned around her where there was now a range of people in varying degrees of obtuseness of spying on their conversation.

"Just leave, Hermione. And leave us alone." Ginny was done with her constantly trying to belittle her in the street and the constant owls that Harry kept receiving.

But it seemed that the public humiliation had been the thing that made her snap.

She started yelling, "Why did you have to go and steal him from me. Couldn't just let me have one thing. I was going to be Lady Potter. I was going to have a life of riches. I was going to be famous. But you ruined all of that. All of it. You tore my dream. Why couldn't you have just kept your mouth shut like, Ron?!"

Ginny hadn't known it was possible for her to pale any more, but upon that final statement she snapped her mouth shut like an alligator.

It was Ginny's turn to speak again and speak she would, "We know all about your little trysts with Ronald. We were just waiting for you to finally admit to all of it. You should be expecting an owl from our solicitors shortly for a restraining order."

Ginny took one final glance at Hermione's dismayed face and the shocked looks from the many onlookers before she disapparated away.

She was done with Hermione ruining her's and Harry's lives. They could now have the rest of eternity to live happily ever after without her there to taint it.


For the wonderful Ash Juillet who selected these wonderful prompts.

1. (object) bouquet

2. (plot point) crashing into the one person you really don't want to see

3. (dialogue) Et tu, Brute?