Disclaimer: All canon characters, plots and situations from the Harry Potter series belong to JK Rowling. I make no profit from this story.

Pairing: Romione

A/N: This Drabble will have a continuation OS posted shortly! Look for it soon under the Birthdaypalooza story 3

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Where I Stood

"... I don't know who I am, who I am without you ;

All I know is that I should …"


"I have to do this… please." she whispered, afraid that if she spoke any louder the room would shake, fall apart like an earthquake through the still air. "Can't you see? This is killing me, Ron."

Hermione watched as a parade of motions marched across his features, though his silence was deafening. She wanted to yell, needed him to scream, break something, hit something. The suspense was enough to shatter her already broken heart, so she stood, ready to make her way to the bedroom where her packed belongings sat just outside the door.

His eyes followed her line of vision, landing on the innocent reminder that Yes, I'm serious, and I can't do this any longer.

When Hermione Granger learned that she was a witch at the mere age of eleven, she was ecstatic. Shocked, to say the least, but thrilled that for the first time in her life, the unexplainable seemed… normal. There was a world waiting for her, ready to make her theirs, and she had had no idea that it existed. Her life was about to begin, and she was ready to accept her fate with open arms.

She hadn't expected the prejudice that she would face and continue to fight down throughout her growth as a witch. The community that she thought needed her, in fact, despised her very being. She was different, she was wrong, and she was less.

The beginning of her experience at Hogwarts was much more anticlimactic than her heart had been set on, and more so filled with the dread that she had no friends, no allies, and was relatively clueless, despite the abundance of books she'd managed to get her hands on. That was, until her destiny was sealed thanks to one nasty troll.

That was what began the glorious friendship she would cherish for a lifetime with one Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. When she thought about her younger years, growing up in the wizarding world, they were the only two constants in her life. As the years passed and their friendship was tested, they grew stronger together, bonded further. They were inseparable - The Golden Trio.

And that's where the problem formed.

She had no idea who she was as an individual. She hadn't a clue what Hermione Granger stood for, because it was never me, always us.

"I need time, Ron."

"Then take a bloody holiday," he roared, the air around them sparking to life as his voice boomed across the expanse of the small living room.

That's it, Ron. Let go.

"I need far more than that and you know it," she sighed, rubbing a hand across her tired eyes. They'd gone over this three times in the last hour before he'd given her the silent treatment. She wasn't sure how much longer she could last.

"Look, I'm so sorry. So. Sorry.' And she was, the tears pooling behind her eyelids very real.

She moved swiftly, waving her wand to shrink her bags and scooped all four up, holding the now small bundle in her arms before making her way towards the door leading from their apartment.

"Hermione," his voice pleaded over her shoulder, but she took the handle in her grasp, turning the knob and pulled the door open while pretending not to hear the quiver in his voice.

As she walked away from the building she'd called home for two years, Ron's voice rang on a loop in her head.

Then take a bloody holiday.

Hermione stopped, right in the center of the road as her eyes glazed over with the tears she'd refused to let fall.

Holidayholidayholidayholiday.

Decision made on a whim, she spun into darkness.