1Chapter 18
When Hermione and Elizabeth got home, Hermione was still shaken from seeing Ron for the first time in six years.
'Gods he looked good.' She thought. Elizabeth stared at her mother in wonderment.
"Mum? Are you okay?" She asked. Hermione snapped her attention back to her daughter.
"Yes dear im fine, why do ask?" Hermione said a little to quickly.
"Because you're shaking." Elizabeth said, pointing out her mothers shaking hands. Hermione started rubbing her hands together.
"I'm fine. I'm just cold that's all. Now go up to your room and play." Hermione said, walking into the kitchen.
"But I don't want to play!" Elizabeth called to her mother.
"Well do something!" Hermione called back. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and went upstairs to her room. In the kitchen, Hermione sneaked a glass of vodka, taking a drink every four seconds. She hadn't drinking vodka straight but it always seemed to straighten her out.
'I wonder if he saw me? Oh my gosh what if he did?' Her mind screamed. Hermione shook her head.
"No! No he didn't see me! No way!" Hermione muttered to herself, giving a little laugh.
"Mum im hungry. What are we having for dinner?" Elizabeth asked, scaring Hermione.
"Oh dear I didn't see you there! Oh, um... I don't know how does spaghetti sound?" Hermione said.
"Yeah that's fine. Is daddy going to be late again?" Elizabeth asked, her tone turning sad. Hermione took her daughter in her arms, giving her a warm, loving hug.
"I don't know darling. Hopefully he'll be home at five. But you never know if he is going to have to work late." Hermione said.
"Well I hope not." Elizabeth said, her words muffled from hugging her mother. "Mum I can't breath." Elizabeth said, Hermione let out a "Oh!" and let go of her, smiling down at her.
"Do you want to help me cook dinner?" Hermione asked. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh come on it will be fun!" Hermione begged.
"Alright." Elizabeth said, shrugging her shoulders. Hermione smiled and the two started dinner.
Later On That Night
Hermione lay in bed that night, waiting for Oliver to come home. She turned her head, looking at the clock.
"Ten thirty. Where is he?" Hermione sighed, leaning back against her pillow. She waited for another hour, not wanting to fall asleep, which hard since she had a long day. Finally at midnight he walked into the bedroom. When he saw her staring at him, he gasped and then laughed.
"Honey! What are you still doing up?" He said, taking off his clothes and changing into pajama pants and a shirt. He crawled into bed, leaning in to give Hermione a kiss, but she leaned back form him.
"Where have you been Oliver?" She asked him. He sighed and sat back up.
"I was at work. I had some paper work to do. You know how it is..." Oliver started, but Hermione cut him off.
"No I don't know how it is. Oliver if you work late you come home at ten o'clock sharp. Not midnight. This is the third time this week. What have you really been doing?" She accused, now glaring at him. Oliver let out an irritated sigh.
"What do you mean where have I been? I told you I have been at work. Why don't you believe me?" Oliver snapped. He noticed the tears welling up in her eyes.
"Because you have a hickey on your neck." She said softly. Olivers eyes widened. He shot up out of bed and walked over to the mirror. He placed his hand over it, dropping his head in shame.
"How long?" Hermione asked. Oliver turned towards her, pleading in his eyes.
"Hermione I..." He started but Hermione had already got out of bed and stomped over to him.
"How could you! We're married! We have a daughter Oliver! How could you!" Hermione snarled, tears streaming down her face. She would have screamed at him, but Elizabeth was asleep. Oliver felt his own tears fill his eyes.
"I'm sorry, im so sorry Hermione." He said, trying to pull her into a hug but Hermione shoved him away.
"Don't touch me! Don't you ever me again! How long Oilver?! How long?!" Hermione hissed.
"Two months." He said softly. Hermione let out a strangled sob.
"That's why you were 'working late'? Working late my ass! The only thing you were working was your dick!" Hermione growled. She collapsed onto the floor, crying.
"We've had sex since you slept with your little slut at work! What if she has something Oliver! Did you ever think about that?! I could have an STD because you, you bastard!" Hermione sobbed, Oliver knelt down beside her, trying to comfort her but she pushed him away.
"No Hermione, no! She was..." Oliver started, trying to control his own sobs.
"She was a virgin?!" Hermione asked in disbelief and disgust. "You sick bastard! You took her virginity?!"
"Yes." Oliver said, barely a whisper. Hermione suddenly stood up, stomping over to her closest, she pulled down a suitcase and started filling it with clothes.
"Me and Elizabeth are leaving. I'll be back to get the rest of my belongings in the next couple of days." Hermione said, trying to control her voice.
"No Hermione please! Please don't leave me!" Oliver begged. Hermione whipped around to face him.
"Me leave you?! You should have thought about that when you already left me to fuck some slut!" Hermione hissed. She couldn't believe she was cursing but dammit she had a good reason to be using those words. She clasped the little buckles on her suitcase, but on a pair of shoes and stalked out of the bedroom to Elizabeths. Oliver followed her, trying to reason with her. She ignored him and walked into her daughters room. She woke the soundly sleeping Elizabeth, told her that they were leaving, and packed her daughter a suitcase.
"But where are we going?" Elizabeth ask groggily.
"I don't know but we're leaving." Hermione said quickly. Oliver was holding Elizabeth crying, making her cry. Elizabeth didn't know what was going on.
"Please Hermione don't do this." Oliver pleaded. Hermione still ignored him, buckled Elizabeths suitcase together, and handed Elizabeth a pair of shoes. She put them on, sobbing. Hermione grabbed her favorite teddy bear she got when she was born, Elizabeth slept with it every night, and handed it to her. Elizabeth grabbed it and held it close to her.
"Give me my daughter." Hermione demanded. Olivers hot tears were streaming down his face. Hermione couldn't care less. He did this to himself. To his family. After glaring at him for a few seconds, he handed Elizabeth over to Hermione. She headed downstairs, putting down Elizabeth and handing her jacket to her. Hermione grabbed her own and put it on.
"Daddy!" Elizabeth called, Oliver descended the stairs, hurrying over to his daughter. He took her in his arms, hugging and kissing her.
"Go with your mother. I'll see you tomorrow." Oliver whispered into his daughters hair. Elizabeth sniffed and nodded her head. Oliver let go of her and Elizabeth walked over to Hermione, giving her an evil and hurt look. Hermione wanted to cry again, but she had to stay strong.
"Hermione..." Oliver started but Hermione opened the door, walked with Elizabeth in hand, and slammed the door behind her, not looking back. She where Ron lived from hearing about it at The Ministry. She decided to walk. In the middle of the night. But she had no choice. She didn't apparate with Elizabeth. Scared that her daughter would be missing an arm or a leg when they arrived at their destination. Hermione and Elizabeth walked until Hermione called a cab. The service of course was an all night taxi cab since drunks and what ever weirdos were out and about during the late hours of the night. When it arrived they hopped inside.
"404 South Humming Street." Hermione told the driver. He nodded his head and drove them to Rons flat. Hermione paid the cab driver and her and Elizabeth walked inside a building, up a flight of stairs and came to Rons flat. Hermiones heart was beating so fast she thought it would thump out of her chest.
"Who lives here?" Elizabeth croaked. Hermione put down their suitcases, and knelt down to be face to face with her daughter.
"You remember that man in the picture I have? Ron?" Hermione asked her. Elizabeth nodded her head, her sad blue eyes staring back at Hermiones hurt brown ones. "That's who lives here." She said. Elizabeth sniffed and looked back up at the door. Hermione placed a kiss on her head and stood back up.
'Please let him take us in.' Hermione begged inside her head. She lifted her fist, and knocked on the door. It wasn't until a couple of long seconds that she heard, heavy footsteps and mumbling coming to the front door. She heard the unlocking of the locks, and the click of the door opening. Hermiones breath caught in her throat.
"Hermione?" Ron asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Hi Ron." She said, trying her best to smile at him. Elizabeth looked up at the man she had never met before and gave him a little shy wave. Ron looked at them in shock.
'Oh this is going to be interesting.' Hermione thought as she watched Rons features go from shocked to disbelief in a matter of seconds.
WOW!! Was this a deep felt chapter or what?! I know the taking away Elizabeth from Oliver scene was a little hard and mean but like Hermione was going to leave Elizabeth behind!! NO WAY!! Alrighty next chapter coming tomorrow!! I hope to wake up to lots and lots of reviews!! Until next time my faithful readers!!