Days That Shape Us
19-August-1998
"I'm sorry."
Hermione sat across from Ron at the kitchen table pushing her breakfast around her plate. He had been apologizing to her since he woke up but Hermione didn't want to hear any of it. He had promised to come home and spend the evening with her but, yet again, he claimed that he had run into Seamus and Dean and they wanted him to see the flat they had gotten over one of the shops in Diagon Alley. He claimed to have fallen asleep on the couch. Baring the fact that he had promised they would spend the evening together, it could be seen as a semi-acceptable excuse. Only it was a lie.
"I'm sorry Hermione. I only planned on taking a look; then Dean wanted to toast their new place with fire whisky, that coupled with how tired I was I just fell asleep. I know I should have never gone but I didn't want to be rude."
"I'm sorr-"
Hermione had about enough and pulled out from under her Ron's jumper she had been sitting on and threw it in his face.
"Lavender dropped that off while you were in the shower. Seems you forgot it at herhouse."
Hermione pushed off of the table and left the room. She didn't want to fight with Ron, especially over Lavender and why he was with her last night, or why he had lied to her about it. Not today, she had too much on her mind already. She had to have her parents bodies moved from the morgue to the funeral home then she had to finalize the plans for the wake and pay off the their plots. She didn't have the time or energy to wonder what had gotten in to Ron and why he was pulling away from her.
"It's not want you think."
She heard Ron following her up the stairs to Ginny's room.
"I doesn't matter what I think."
"Of course it matter!"
"Oh! Now I matter!" Hermione rounded on him as he walked in o Ginny's room throwing her hands in the air. "I didn't seem to matter yesterday."
"You mattered!"
"Not enough for you to come home. I don't matter enough to be told the truth!"
"I didn't lie! I did fall a sleep on a couch. I just never said whose."
"And you think that's OK!"
"No?"
"The last thing I need right now was that cow…"
"Don't call Lavender a cow."
"You're defending her!"
"She's dealing with a lot right now."
"She's dealing with a lot right now?"
"Yeah, she's very selfconscious about her scars and her back is still hurting her from her fall. I don't think it's very kind of you to call her a cow."
"Not…kind… of me? But it's perfectly OK for her coming here dangling your jumper around like some kind of trophy and having the audacity to ask me if we broke up!"
"You must have taken it the wrong way."
"I took it the wrong way? I'm being unkind?" Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose trying to ease the headache that had begun to build even since Lavender had walked into the burrow. "I have to go." She said grabbing her bag off the dresser and walking past him.
"Come on, Hermione."
"No!"
"Don't be like this, please."
Hermione turned to stare at him incredulously.
"Like what Ron?" She couldn't believe he had the bollocks to imply there was something wrong with her behavior. "Upset that my boyfriend lied to me? Upset that for some reason my boyfriend has decided he can't stand being around me?"
"That's not true!"
"Then why have you been sleeping in Bill's old room? Did you think I haven't noticed! You wait till you think I'm asleep and sneak out!" Hermione said crossing her arms across her chest waiting for his ridiculous reply.
"My bed's small I thought you would be more comfortable with it all to yourself." Well, atleast he didn't dissapont her in that respect.
"Why not sleep in Harry's camp bed?"
"I don't know Hermione! I thought you would want time to yourself! It's not like you've been around much these days yourself!"
"MY PARENTS ARE DEAD! I HAVE TO PLAN THEIR FUNERAL!"
Ron went pale and clenched his fist slightly shaking. "I know they're dead." He said threw his teeth.
"Really? Because you've seemed to have forgotten."
"I CAN'T FUCKING FORGET IT! THAT'S THE PROBLEM!"
"Then talk to me about it rather then inoring me!"
"I don't want to talk about it with you."