Idiots. She were surrounded by idiots for about seven years of her life. Idiots that caused nothing but trouble. To her and to the whole wizarding world. You would think- now, that snake-faced Voldemort was dead- everything would be oh-so-peaceful. Wrong. Hermione would draw a fat red 'x' over that stupid idea, throw it in a garbage bin and burn it until it was nothing but ashes. Everything was the exact opposite! Harry had shut everybody off, including her and Ron, while Ron seemed to have accepted anyone who was willing to be with him. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ungrateful bastard." Hermione hissed.

And he was, really. Ron really was an ungrateful bastard. On the other hand, Hermione was a blind idiot. Oh, could you not just see why they were such a perfect combination? A guy who would take the girl for granted and the girl would blindly follow everything the guy wanted to do. Oh, she thought she was more than that. More than just the blind girl who crushed every single doubt that she had ever felt just to not ruin the relationship that she had with this stupid and ungrateful git. And, now that she saw an absolute proof right in front of her, she didn't know what to do. Hermione was given clues for weeks, even months, maybe... She wasn't sure. But all she did was ignore them because the only thing that mattered to her was that she loved Ron, and Ron loved her... Or so she thought.

Oh, she had been blind. Oh, so blind, she hated herself for it. The signs were there and she noticed it but she refused to believe. She stubbornly refused. And look what did to her!

"Wake up, 'Mione!"

Hermione stirred but didn't open her eyes. She felt a gentle nudge to her shoulder but she still refused to wake up. "Oh, come on, now, 'Mione. It's your special day! You shouldn't waste it on sleeping."

Hermione's eyes snapped open. "What?" She turned to see Ron, holding out a silver box with a golden bow. Hermione's eyebrows met as she raised her gaze to Ron with confusion written all over her face. "What's that for?"

"It's for you!" Ron rolled his eyes as if she was being the crazy one. He leaned in to give her a peck on her cheek but Hermione pushed him away. Ron pulled away to stare at her with a mixture of hurt and confusion. "What's wrong?"

"Why are you giving me a gift?"

Ron barked out a laugh. "Honestly, Hermione, what's wrong with you?" But when he looked back to Hermione, he saw that she was being completely serious. "It's your birthday!"

"What date is today?"

Ron's ginger eyebrows joined. "19th of April."

"It's..." Hermione's heart started pounding against her ribs, faster and faster by the second as doubt washed over her. "It's not my birthday." No, she should calm herself. Ron had always been forgetful, hadn't he? "My birthday was about half a year ago." Oh, she should really not worry. He got the day correct, just not the month. It was definitely just a stupid mistake of Ron's. Nothing to worry about.

"Oh." Ron's mouth turned into an 'O' and turning into an alarming shade of red as Hermione beckoned him to their bed.

"Come here, you." She smiled warmly at him as a soft laugh escaped her lips.

Hermione's fists clenched tightly on the bed sheets as her toes curled in anger. Stupid!

Hermione turned to the gift sitting on their bedside table. Ron had decided to give it to her anyway, saying that she should consider it as her 'half-birthday gift'. Hermione had simply rolled her eyes at the pathetic excuse Ron had made. She was intrigued. Just like she always was when she had a gift in her hands.

She couldn't help herself. She grabbed for the silver box and placed it onto her lap. She pulled on the end of the golden bow, watching it as it slowly untied. She placed the golden ribbon aside and lifted the cover of the box. It was a dress. She held it up and stared at it.

A dress? No sleeves. Ridiculously short. The shade of orange that she didn't like that much. Revealing. Why did he give this to her? She thought she made it perfectly clear to Ron that she didn't like wearing short dresses unless if it was necessary, which was never the case. Honestly, what was wrong with him?

She tried to hold back the tears that were starting to blur her vision.

Hermione apparated right outside Ron's house with a smile on her face. Her smile grew wider as he saw the ginger seated outside his house with a Daily Prophet in his hands. Hermione tiptoed towards his direction, trying to be quiet and not alert him of her presence. As she was standing right behind him, she sneaked her hands to cover his eyes. She was being childish, she knew that, but she couldn't help it. She smiled as she leaned her head to see the shocked look on the ginger's face. "Who is this?" Ron questioned as his hands went up to hold hers. As he pulled her hands down, he made a guess. "Mya?" But as soon as he saw Hermione's face, he froze for a moment.

"Mya?" Hermione frowned. Where did that come from?

His muscles tensed as he faked a smile. "I- I'm never calling you that again." He laughed nervously. As Hermione's face turned from confusion into teasing, he let himself relax.

"You really shouldn't." She laughed.

Idiot! She screamed for what seemed like the thousandth time that day. She silently thanked that she decided to cast a Silencing charm as soon as she entered her hotel room or else people might think that she was being murdered. Hermione frowned. If she was being honest, it seemed like she would actually prefer getting murdered rather than being in this tangled mess that she called life.

She let out a shaky sigh as she buried her face into her hands, realizing that the tears had actually escaped from her eyes without her noticing. She wiped away the tears and leaned her head against the headboard of the bed. She buried her hand in the pocket of her sweater, which had an undetectable extension charm- just like most of her stuff, really. She probably charmed all of her items with it as soon as she found out about it. It was really convenient, though.

When her hand emerged out of her pocket, she held a blue wallet in her hand. She opened it and grabbed the picture she had of Ron. She walked towards the desk with the photo in her hand and slammed it on the wooden surface. She reached into her pocket once more, searching for her wand this time. She was gripping it tightly when her hand came out of the pocket once more.

She glared at the moving picture of Ron, who was laughing with a sparkle in his eyes. He looked so happy. She hated it. She pointed her wand over the photo. "Diffindo." She hissed, her tear glands giving her another batch of tears. She watched as a cut slowly separated photo-Ron's head and the rest of his body. Hermione smirked. "That's what you deserve, you cheating git!" She screamed at the photo as she casted another Severing charm. This time, it was in the middle of his forehead. And another Diffindo to cut his face into two. "That's what you deserve. That's what you deserve!" Hermione screamed, shaking uncontrollably. She swiped the photo away- which was now bearing three cuts- as she screamed to the top of her lungs. "I hate you!"

A/N: I haven't written anything in advanced, apparently. And the day after tomorrow is the start of Camp NaNoWriMo. Don't know what I'm going to do for this fic by then. Hopefully, I'll be able to still find time writing for this without it affecting my progress on Camp NaNo. Don't be surprised, though, if I don't update for the next few weeks.

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