A/N: This was written for the random prompt "I can't be who you want me to be." I'll be honest, this isn't my favorite one.

Hermione remained frozen as she analyzed her new surroundings. The room she was in looked exactly like her own living room back in her London, and that made her pause more than any unfamiliar house would have after her adventurous morning.

Her eyes roved over the room looking for any hints she could find that this wasn't the world she knew, and she quickly found them.

Moving towards the large bookshelf that took up one wall, she noticed the pictures that decorated it were different. There were fewer of them even though she recognized many of the ones that were there.

Every picture that had depicted Ron was gone.

The realization startled her, and she had an uneasy feeling in her stomach as she tried to sort out what that meant. Had she been flung into a world where Ron didn't exist but that was otherwise the same? Or was he just not a part of her life here?

The latter would be easier to take—they might have still stood a chance together if she could make things right—but she had no evidence that it was the case.

In a couple of minutes, Hermione completed a cursory search of the flat and was confident she was alone.

She began chewing on her lip as she debated her next course of action. It was the first time she'd been dropped somewhere entirely alone, which gave her freedom that she didn't know what to do with.

If she was to be picked up and dropped somewhere new soon, leaving the flat and trying to find someone wasn't worth the hassle. Especially when she had no idea what she would be stumbling into. Trying to apparate or use the Floo only to discover a place didn't exist could be painful as much as useless.

Her eyes landed on her desk, which sat against a wall in the living room adjacent to her bookshelf. Just like her real desk, it was littered with so many items that it was hard to sort out what was there. Hermione, feeling strangely drawn towards it, approached.

Many of the items on the desk weren't of interest, though one book on magical law hinted she might be working in the same Ministry department in this universe as she was in her own. (And looked like a book she'd like to search for in her own universe if she got back to it.)

She didn't find the letter until after she had been organizing the desk for a few minutes.

Ron's handwriting was as messy here as in her universe. Seeing it made her heart jump in her chest, and she held her breath as she unfolded the parchment, eyes scanning the paper for answers.

As she got further in the letter, her breathing grew shallow. She laid the parchment on the table, wondering why her alternate self hadn't bothered burning it yet.

It was a break up letter, and one she'd never expected to read. She couldn't believe that Ron, even an alternate Ron, had acted so low as to break up with her through a letter. If her own Ron had done that, she never would have stood for it, and she wondered if her alternate self had gone to him and demanded that he say what he wanted to her face after she'd read this.

If one evaluated the letter purely on its literary merit, it came up lacking, but that wasn't a strike against Ron's ability to string together a sentence. No, the problem was that it was so vague that Hermione was left wondering why this world's Ron had broken up with her in the first place.

She had a feeling much was being left unsaid, things she didn't have a hope of understanding without the knowledge of this universe's Hermione.

The confusion the letter created made her more angry. In the strictest sense, this hadn't been her relationship, meaning she had no right to get involved, but it was hard to resist the urge she felt to track Ron down and demand answers.

All the letter contained was vague platitudes one expected to hear during a break up, as if Ron had followed one of those For Dummies books her uncle had been carrying around the last time she'd seen him. Her questions remained unanswered.

She was still trying to decide what to do when the world disappeared around her once more.