A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Insane Prompt challenge: 526 -Song: I will Survive

Assignment #3 Wandlore: Task 2 - Dragon Heartstring - Powerful, easy to learn spells though can easily be committed to another owner. Write about someone that fears commitment.

Season Challenge Summer:

Days of the year :3rd July: Compliment Your Mirror Day - Write about someone learning to love themselves

Specific House Challenge One: Ron Weasley, heart broken

Word Count: 736

Hermione stared at the new keys in her hand. Changing the locks had been the last thing on the list. She'd already signed the paperwork and now owned the house free and clear. She'd put half its value in Ron's vault so he couldn't complain about that. In fact, other than her kicking him out, there was nothing he could complain about.

She closed the door and locked it with a satisfying 'click'. She had no idea where Ron was this time, he'd been gone about a month so far. He was always disappearing for months on end. That was part of the reason she took the house, it wasn't like he wanted to stay there with her. She had her own suspitions where he went, but she never had the nerve to follow up on them.

Glancing around she started on packing all of Ron's things in a large trunk. Part of her had wanted to throw them all outside and set them on fire. She'd refrained from doing that thankfully. He could have everything back when, not if, it was never if, he came back. She had just finished packing everything and taking a look around when there was a knock on the door. With a sigh, she dusted herself off and walked to the door.

"Ron."

"'Mione, you are home, I didn't know if you would be. I couldn't get the door open, I think it was stuck or something."

"I changed the locks Ron. You wouldn't leave your key when you left, so I changed the locks."

"Why? It's my house too."

"Really? Because you never spend any time in it. In fact, I signed the paperwork this morning officially taking your name off of it. It's paid for, your half is in your account, which I've also taken my name off of. Don't worry, I didn't touch your money."

"Why would you do that, 'Mione? I thought we were going to you know..." Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Thought we were getting married? Here," she pulled off the engagement ring and put it in his hand. "It's hard to marry a man who's never around, who doesn't pay you a bit of attention for months on end. The last time we were even together, in that way, was December."

"That's not that long ago."

"It's April now, Ron. That's four months of you not being home, of you not being interested in me when you were here. I'm done Ron. We're done. This is all your things," she said hovering the trunk to him. "Take them with, or leave them on the curb to rot, I really don't care at this point."

"But, 'Mione."

"Hermione, my name is Hermione, Ron. I've told you I don't care for that nickname, not that you've listened. It's over Ron. We've grown apart, I'm not interested in a fiance that comes and goes, much less a husband that does the same. Please don't come by anymore," she stated closing the door in his face. She clicked the lock in place and tried not to burst into tears. She knew it had to be done, that they just weren't compatible anymore, if they ever had been, but it still hurt. She waited until she heard the 'crack' of him appareting away before she allowed the tears to fall from her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she cleaned her face and looked around her new home. There was a lot to do, redecorating for starters. Slowly she summoned a sheet of parchment and a quill. She made a quick list of everything she needed, the task helping her focus her energy on something besides wanting to run after Ron and apologize. This was what needed to happen if she wanted to be happy. She needed to survive without him, and he obviously didn't need her.

"Maybe if I paint the walls," she muttered glancing around before suddenly realizing that the house was hers and she was now single. For some reason, that revelation had eluded her until now. She smiled slowly realizing this was the first day of the rest of her new life. A life she was going to be in charge of, a life she was finally going to get to chose. With a nod, she grabbed her list and headed to the home goods store to remake her new home to fit her new life.