Okay. I have to say that I am vair vair proud of myself. I wrote this in... 1 day. I think it's because I'm not at school anymore, so my creative-nosity is on full. Or at least that's what I hope. It's either that or I am writing really crap, obvious chapters.

I will tell you this now, because I might as well: On the 31st of July, I will be going to Honk Kong. For 10 days. And then for the next 10 days after that, my friend who is coming to Hong Kong with me is staying at my house. She is user 'alicerosemalfoy' on this site, so she writes fanfictions too, but I doubt we will be spending every minute of our spare time writing. Um no.

So for about 20 days, I will not publish much, if anything at all.

Okay now we've got that out of the way, here's Chapter 7.

Hermione was directed into the room. It was quite a large room, but still quite comfortable. The walls were made of stone, but it was a warm colour, and the benches that lined the walls were low and covered in cloth. There were only a few people sitting on these benches. They all looked friendly and kind – but Hermione couldn't be sure. Appearances can be deceiving.

In the centre of the middle bench sat a woman who looked vaguely familiar. She had long, brownish-red hair which she had in a thick plait down her back. Her round face was kind.

"Now that the second party is present, we may begin," she said softly.

The curly-haired witch gestured for Hermione to sit down on a back bench, facing the rest of the benches. She sat down, glanced next to her and saw her husband sitting several feet away from her. A scowl was plastered on his face. He didn't look at her.

The woman spoke again.

"This is a divorce hearing between Hermione Jean Krum and Viktor Krum. Judge Susan Bones residing, Tuesday 29th of June."

So that was where Hermione had seen her! It was Susan Bones, a girl who had been in Hermione's year at Hogwarts. She had changed – now she looked like her aunt, Amelia. Hermione waited for her to speak again.

"Don't worry. This isn't an incredibly serious hearing. It's just a divorce hearing, not a criminal one. But assuming you both agree that you want a divorce, there is a special procedure you have to follow. You will present your case, and the Jury will decide whether or not you are fit to end your marriage. It's very similar to a Muggle divorce, actually." Her voice was soothing, as it had always been ever since Hermione had first seen her when she was eleven.

The Jury were huddled together in a group and talking. After about a minute, they turned to Susan. The one in the middle of the group, a stout young man with dark blonde hair, stood up.

"We will question Mr Krum first," he announced. Susan nodded. The man stepped forward. He got down from the bench and walked into the centre of the room, gesturing for Krum to stand.

"Mr Krum. Why did you come here to request a divorce from your wife?"

Krum frowned. "Because she does not vont to be vith me. She says that I 'cheated' on her vile I vos avay, even though I did not. But she vill not come back to me, and I vill not keep chasing her. I think it is better if ve just separate."

The man nodded. "Hmm, yes, indeed. What impact do you think this will have on your children?"

"I think that the children vill be sad, but they vill still be able to see their father. I think they vud be more sad if ve stayed together and vere alvays arguing – especially if ve vere arguing about things that did not happen." The man nodded again.

"And when do you think you decided that you and your wife weren't right for eachother and that you should get a divorce?" he asked. Krum thought about this.

"I think it vos ven our baby girl, Katerina, vos born. Hermione had all these terrible stretch marks – I mean, she vos very tired and vorn out. And ve started to argue a bit more than usual. I think it vos around then. And then all this happened – so I thought that enough vos enough."

"That will be all, Mr Krum. We will now question your wife." Krum sat down looking satisfied. Hermione stood up and looked directly at the blonde-haired man, who gazed coolly at her.

"So, why do you want a divorce from your husband, Mrs Krum? Is what Mr Krum says true? That you accused him of adultery?" Hermione nodded once.

"Yes, Mr – what is your name?" She liked to know who she was speaking to.

The man looked annoyed but answered. "Although that is not relevant, Mrs Krum, you may refer to me as Mr Macmillan. Continue with your answer."

Macmillan? As in Ernie Macmillan? Small world, Hermione thought.

Out loud she said, "Yes, Mr Macmillan, I accused my husband of adultery while his team was playing at this year's Quidditch Eurocup. I saw several newspaper articles claiming he had been seen flirting with and kissing a young woman – a model. I contacted him, whereby he apologised and promised to be faithful, but was counteracted straight afterwards when I saw several young women enter his hotel room. It was then that I decided that I couldn't trust him to be faithful to me and a good father to the children. So I left the house to stay with a friend."

Ernie – or Mr Macmillan – looked satisfied. "I see. This is a sensible argument. And Mr Krum, you denied being unfaithful to your wife?" Krum stood, looking outraged.

"Yes, because it vos not true!" he shouted. Susan looked alarmed. "Mr Krum, if you continue to shout like that I shall have you escorted out of this courtroom," she said. Ernie turned to Hermione once more.

"And you too think that you and your husband should separate and get a divorce?" he asked.

"I... I... I think that..." Hermione began. She could feel her face draining of colour. "Yes. He isn't a good role model or father to my children. I can never feel trusting of him again. A divorce is the only option."

The Jury were talking in hushed voices; Ernie among them. After a minute, Ernie looked up at Susan. "I think we have our case," he said softly. Then, louder, "Mr and Mrs Krum, the judge and the Jury see it fit that you get a legal divorce. From what we can see, you aggravate eachother, and force eachother down the wrong paths. Adultery is no small thing, Mr Krum. If you will wait one moment, we will get the papers for you to sign."

Susan raised her wand and flicked it. A moment later some pieces of parchment and several quills flew into the room. They landed on her desk.

That was quick, though Hermione. Do they want us to get divorced? From the satisfied looks on Ernie's and Susan's faces, it certainly seemed it. Susan gestured for Hermione and Krum to come forward.

"If you would sign here, Mrs Krum, and here, Mr Krum," she said softly, pointing to several dotted lines. Hermione took a quill, delicately scratching her signature onto the parchment. It looked incredibly neat next to Krum's messy scrawl.

"I'm sorry to say this, but the two of you are no longer husband and wife." Susan looked down at Hermione sympathetically. "Mrs Krum, if you would like, you could change your surname back to your maiden name." Hermione nodded.

"Yes, please."

"Then sign here and your name will go back to being Ms Hermione Jean Granger," Susan said. There was a short pause. "Hermione, I remember you from school. I'm so sorry for what's happened."

"Excuse me, but I am still vaiting." Krum was looking increasingly annoyed. Susan cleared her throat.

"Ah, yes. We will schedule a possession hearing in two days' time at noon. End of session."

And just like that, Mrs Hermione Jean Krum was no more.

A/N: I know that that was a really quick divorce (if only they were like that in real life). But did you really want pages and pages of legal jargon? No, is the answer you were looking for.

So yes. The Hermione/Krum relationship is over. I'm pretty sure Krum will turn up again somewhere, so don't worry if you are reading this story simply because you like stories about Krum. Because he is an interesting character and I would be sad to see him go.

22/07/10: I edited it so the hearing was on a Tuesday, not a Friday, to fit in with the chapter I'm writing right now. Oh and the date is English, not American :)

Those who have their suspicions about Ron/Hermione stuff... wait and see.

And with that said... goodbye!

-Ellie