Disclaimer: I would not be here writing this if I owned Harry Potter.

"Ugh…" Hermione groaned the next morning. She stretched and realized that she should have fallen on the floor. Which means she wasn't on the couch…. Which means that she was in her bed. Draco must have…. Draco! What happened to him?

Hermione stumbled out of bed and wrapped a robe around her. She then proceeded to walk downstairs and into the kitchen. She found Draco standing there making breakfast while Hugo sat nearby half asleep in his chair.

"Hey." She said quietly. Draco turned around and smiled.

"Sleep okay?" He asked. She nodded. "Well breakfast is almost ready." Hermione sat down next to Hugo. Draco was just serving breakfast when the phone rang. Hermione answered it.

"Hello?" She said slightly bored.

"Hermione?" Hermione gasped and almost dropped the phone.

"Ronald?" She said.

"Yeah."

"How dare you try to call me after what you put me through! Harry has been home for days and you haven't tried to contact anyone. Your son now hates you, Ginny probably hates you and Harry might too. I think I might even hate you!" She screamed.

"Hermione, calm down. I didn't leave you, I was just on vacation."

"I cried every day, Ronald, since you left. I probably could make a lake with all the tears I cried. Hugo was the one who comforted me. He took care of me. He made sure we had enough food." She had started out quietly, but her voice was rising. "He made sure I ate enough. He made sure I took showers and got out of bed every morning. He was the one who took care of me, not you. My own son had to take care of me because of you."She yelled the last part.

"Hermione…" Ron trailed off.

"It was your fault. You made your son hate you. You made a big deal about Rose. You loved her like she was your own. And in a way, she was. You had taken care of her, raised her, and made sure she was protected. You were a great father to her, Ron. Then you had to blow it. Now Hugo hates you. And if Rose found out about this, she would probably hate you too. Harry has been trying to contact you for a long time, Ron. But you refused to contact him back. We were worried sick!" Hermione said quietly.

"I had no idea…."

"No you didn't have any idea about how worried I was. You had no idea how much your mother missed you. You had no idea how much Harry wants to rip you limb from limb and how Ginny is most likely going to use a Bat-Boogey Hex on you. You. Had. No. Idea." Hermione's face was streaked with tears. When Ron didn't answer, she hung up the phone and screamed. And screamed. And screamed.

When she was done, she turned around only to get the fright of her life. Ron was standing right behind her. She screamed again, this time out of fear. When she stopped her voice was hoarse and she wanted to punch Ron in the face.

"Yes?" She said coldly. Ron tried to step closer, but the second Hermione saw his leg twitch, she had her wand out and pointed at him. "Take one step, and I will do Harry's job for him."

Ron's eyes widened and he didn't move an inch. "I just wanted to talk to you." He said slowly.

"One sec." Hermione said. "Draco!" She called. Draco came in from the kitchen very slowly, obviously hearing the whole conversation and knew that Hermione's wand was out. Hugo followed and stood in front of his mother protectively, glaring at his father. Ron didn't notice because he was glaring at Draco looking like he was going to rip him limb from limb.

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Ron asked coldly.

"My wife kicked me out of the house and I wanted to make sure that Hermione was okay." He said shrugging. Hermione looked at him surprised. His wife had kicked him out?

Ron laughed. "So she finally realized that she was married to scum, huh?"

"Ronald!" Hermione said at the same time that Draco said,

"Watch it weasel!"

Ron looked at them back and forth. Then he looked at Hugo still standing protectively in front of Hermione. "Hey sport. How are you doing?" Ron asked his son casually. Hugo eyes narrowed and he barely had enough restraint to keep from punching his father.

"Good." He answered coldly.

"Good." Ron said absently. He looked at everyone in the room, and then Hermione said something.

"Draco, watch him. If he moves at all, I give you permission to hex him." She said before turning to the phone. She dialed the Potter's home number and waited until somebody picked up.

"Hello?" Came a small voice.

"Hello, Lily. Is your mum home?" Hermione asked. Ginny came on the phone and Hermione told her to get Harry and come over. Ginny agreed and within 5 minutes the whole Potter family, minus James and Albus was standing there in the living room.

"Ron!" Ginny exclaimed. Ron waved at them weakly, afraid of what they might do to him.

"Hugo, can you take Lily into your room to play?" Hermione asked her son.

"Sure Mum." Hugo said and still glaring at Ron, left with Lily. The second they had left, the yelling started. Harry and Ginny yelled at Ron about how they had been worried sick and that they had been afraid that he was dead. Then they changed topics and dived into the subject of how devastated Hermione was, always crying. Then they went into how he was going to be so sorry that he had left in the first place. Hermione was still standing there making sure that Ron didn't move. Ginny had her wand out now, and looked like she was going to hex him any second. Harry stood there looking menacingly at him, his hands curled into fists, trying hard not to punch his best friend. Draco was the one who finally broke the deadly silence.

"This looks like a friend problem that has nothing to do with me, so I'm just going to go check on the kids." He said, slowly backing up to the stairs. Everyone ignored him, trying there hardest not to break into a scream fest.

"You have one day to get all your stuff out. If you're still here, I'm sending Harry and Ginny on you." Hermione finally said coldly before turning on her heel to take a shower.

A/N: I think this is the longest thing I have ever written. I am really starting to like this story. Sorry about being mean to Ron and everything, but it had to be done. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against Ron; it just needed to happen for the story to make sense.