Hermione Granger-Man
A Journey of Self-Discovery, Love, and Friendship.
The Abridged Version
By:
K.F. Dixon
Chapter 1: Hermione
"No, Ron. I can't do this anymore! I don't feel like this is the real me" Hermione said through the never-ending stream of hot tears. Ron, her husband of 4 years, sat in his armchair dumbfounded. Had he really never noticed the signs? Was this some cruel out of season April fools joke? He fought so hard to keep the tears from his eyes but he was not quite strong enough. The sight of her husband weeping into his palms broke Hermione.
"I… I want a divorce, Ron. I need to explore who I really am. Who I was meant to be. I can't put you through that. I love you, Ron. But I don't… love you." The words that had been hanging on the edge of her tongue for years finally left her lips. She felt relieved to finally shed this weight she had been bearing for all these years. That was until Ron snapped.
"You're bloody going after HIM aren't you?" Ron screamed, pointing to a picture of Hermione and Harry. "You've always loved him. I've never been good enough for you. You know I tried so hard to please you Hermione. But I was never good enough. Maybe if Vold… I'm sorry. I'm… I'm just… devastated." Ron finally broke down, tears pouring from his face, his arms no longer strong enough to hold his head up, his hands trembling with the loss of a loved one. He knew he overstepped, he knew it was over.
"I'm sorry, Ron. It's not you, it's never been you. I have never felt like…" she gestures to her body emphasizing her female form "like this, like I belong in here. This isn't MY body, Ron."
"Wha… What do you mean?" Ron stuttered. "Are you a doppelganger?! Where is my wife!" he shouted.
"No, no, no, Ron. I'm Hermione. I just don't feel like I'm meant to be a woman."
Ron stood there in shock. "I see. I think we are making the right choice then."
The two former lovers stood there in silence for a lingering moment. With their head hung low Hermione retreated into the bedroom and began packing their bags. After an hour they emerged from their former bedroom, bags in hand.
"Ron, I'm leaving. I have most of my things packed and will be back for the rest eventually. But I think it's best we spend the night apart."
"Hey, uhhh what should I call you?" he sheepishly said.
"I fancy Hismione." he said to his husband.
"Well, Hismione, let me help you get these bags to the car." Ron said wiping away the last of his tears.