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Suki

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine! Belongs to JK Rowling

She went home that night and instantly went to bed. The next day, she woke up with the previous day's events fresh in her mind, but as she made her way to the set, all that washed away.

Although previously she did prefer the quiet life, she discovered that filming and acting was fun and exciting. And as she got into character and her lines flowed from her lips, the conversation with her former enemy slipped from her mind. It was five thirty by the time she went home. As she parked the new silver Ferrari in her driveway, she smiled. Ahhh, time to spend with Ron. And with that in mind, she unlocked the door to her mega-mansion and called out, "Ron! I'm home earl-!"

Hermione's POV

"Ron! I'm home earl-!" I called in an excited tone as I pushed opened the door. I was cut off at the scene that played before me. Ron was struggling up and zipping his pants. A girl was at his feet wiping her lips. That girl was Lavender Brown. "What is going on?" Even to myself my voice sounded off and shrilly. Ron stepped forward reaching his arms out to me. I backed up into the door.

"Hermione," he started, "Let's talk okay?"

Pain and anger swelled in me. "You! Get out of my bloody house!" Brown scrambled to her feet, adjusting her shirt as she ran out. Then I whirled on my boyfriend. Correction: FORMER boyfriend.

"'Mione, listen. It's not what-"

"Don't you dare say it's not what it looks like, because it's quite obvious what is going on here," I hissed pushing myself from the wall and stepping towards him. I glared at him and snarled.

"'Mione-"

"Don't call me that!" I sneered, sick of his nickname.

"Look, Hermione. It was an accident," he pleaded, grimacing at my death glare. "I think I drank something. A love potion. Something!"

"Ronald Billius Weasley!" I roared, "DON'T YOU DARE MAKE EXCUSES!" He was backed up against the couch now, and I shoved him down. He looked down, shame-faced.

"I-I don't know why I did it," he said, even though I swear he did.

"What have I ever done to have this happen to me? You were head-over-heels for me! I accepted that you wanted a bloody relationship and gave you one! And what do you do? Toss it away with LAVENDER BROWN!" I was in tears now, rage shaking my body and my anger blocking all logical thought.

"Hermione. I'm sorry. It won't happen ever again," he consoled, reaching up to hug me but I ushered him away.

"How long?" I murmured, fearing the dreadful answer.

"What?"

"How bloody long have you been cheating on me?" I snarled, my glare fixated on him.

"Three months."

The tears overflowed and sobs racked through my body.

"I don't get it. I don't get it! I loved you and I thought you loved me. After the war and losing everyone, and now THIS! I was never one to let things pass by me without careful analysis. I made an exception for you! My first kiss. You were my FIRST BLOODY KISS!" He tried to stop me by stepping closer, but I backed away.

"You and Harry were everything to me. I overlooked all your flaws and accepted you! I altered my thoughts to think you were special and kind at heart. But you went ahead and broke mine. And I had to catch you in the act! You couldn't simply tell me that the spark was gone?" My tears wouldn't stop. I felt so lost and upset. I watched as guilt stabbed itself in his heart.

"I didn't want to break our bond!" This got to me, and angered took over.

"So you go ahead and cheat on me," I sneered, although the tears streaming down my face marred my intimidating image.

"Well you were so prudish!" Ron claimed, his previous sadness and guilt spiraling into a livid feud. "All we do is snog. No touching, no shagging. You wouldn't even let me take off your bloody shirt. Hell! You wouldn't even sleep in the same room!"

"You selfish git!" I hollered. So loud that Ron stepped back. "Why? Have you wondered why? Of course not, you only think of yourself. I have nightmares. I can't sleep. I didn't want to wake you up every night with my screaming and thrashing. I didn't want to burden you! I up silencing spells every damn night!"

Ron was stock-still, but finally said, "You could have told me."

"I didn't think I would need to. I wake up with swollen, blood-shot eyes, hoarse throat, and hair crazier than a lion's. You see me, I see myself. I look like the walking dead. I assumed you would know, but you are more oblivious than I assumed. I obviously overestimated your intelligence."

"I-I."

"Get out!"

"Hermione, I live here!"

"I said get out!" I screamed at him.

"I own this house just as much as you do!" he stated, arms crossed.

"You mean to say that you own as much of this house as our neighbor's dog! If you don't recall, I paid for the house and everything in it. Not only that, I pay each bloody bill! I thought you were playing quidditch or helping George or even Harry! But I guess you were too busy shagging Lavender." I was breathing in small huffs. The windows started shaking and the vases also.

Control, Hermione, control your power! I reminded myself.

"Get out!" I ordered him once more. When he didn't budge. I muttered Wingardium Leviosa under my breath and he floated up into the air and towards the door banging his arms and legs. The door slammed shut after him and I collapsed on the sofa. He was good for nothing. Now that I think about it, he didn't do anything but attend some premiers and parties. Outside of that, I hardly see him. Not a single romantic gesture since he asked me out.

"Why? Why? Why?" I chanted pulling my knees to my chin and leaning into the plush velvet seats.

"Why indeed Granger." I sat up at the familiar voice.