It was Valentine's.
The most romantic day of the year. Everyone was looking forward to it.
Ginny was. Luna was. The entire planet was.
Oh, pardon me.
The entire planet, except for you.
I was really looking forward to it. It was my first ACTUAL Valentine's…sitting alone in the library studying does NOT count.
It was totally new to me. Well, maybe not totally.
I mean, it's not like Ginny or Luna didn't tell me a little bit of their Valentine's.
A little bit…okay, some…okay, a lot…okay…
Everything. Every. Bloody. Thing. (A/N: Sorry if you think Hermione's too OOC because she swore but…she's very mad right now….)
"OMG, Harry was SOOO romantic! He grabbed my arm and apparated to Paris! We went to the Eiffel Tower and kissed me, right there, on the Eiffel Tower…"
Blah, blah, blah.
Point is, everyone was telling me how their Valentine's was great and all, and I was sitting there, single, spending Valentine's alone.
So, uh, yeah, I was kinda disappointed that my first Valentine's was spent with a stupid guy named Ron Weasley who just happened to FORGET THAT IT WAS THE MOST ROMANTIC DAY OF THE YEAR.
Do you know what Luna's and Gin's boyfriends got them on their Valentine's?
Well, Gin got a beautiful pearl necklace and a kiss on the Eiffel Tower, and Luna got a beautiful song and a picnic in Venice.
On the other hand…
I got a stupid ginger with amnesia for a boyfriend and a half-eaten pack of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.
That, Ron, is the seventh reason I broke up with you.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but I hope you liked it! I'll update soon! :) Review, please! If you guys have any ideas for another reason Hermione breaks up with Ron...feel free to PM me!