"Ronald Weasley, you may have ten minutes to talk with your friends and family before you start your rehabilitation," the Head Wizengamot judge said.
A few Aurors escorted Hermione, the Potters, and Ron into a private room and stood guard at the doors to make sure Ron would not escape. They each took a seat at a rectangle table in the center of the small room (Ginny, Harry, and Hermione at one side; Ron on the other side of the table) and stared at each other with mixed emotion.
"Ronald Weasley you are a disgrace to our family and, I hope you are miserable for the rest of your life! I cannot believe you got that mild of a sentence! If I were the judge I would sentence you to the Dementor's Kiss and, I am your sister for Merlin's sake! If you were concerned you should have talked to Mione. I know things wouldn't have gone any better but, at least you could still be a family with all of us. I am definitely not going to take time out of my day to visit you at St. Mungo's or Azkaban because you hurt an innocent little girl! I was partially sympathetic for you but, now? Not so much! You showed at this trial you have no sorrow for hurting Rose. She was your daughter, Ron! Your love should not have changed for her!" Ginny shouted taking the first initiative to speak to Ron. His stone like expression didn't falter.
"Ron, what happened to fighting evil? There is no reason to harm the innocent. I thought the Golden Trio was supposed to do good things for the world. I'm not so sure what it means to you, anymore," Harry said calmly, standing up. Ginny mirrored his movements. "I think that's all we have to say to you. Mione we will be in the hall."
Hermione pleaded with her eyes for them to stay but, Harry gave her a look of encouragement; she needed to talk to Ron alone.
"So, how has Malfoy been, Mione? Yeah, I bet he is really swell; especially when he calls you a Mudblood and doesn't really care about you. Where's Rose? Got her reacquainted with him, did you? Well, I suppose it makes sense. All Malfoys are stupid arses, just like her," Ron said and laughed maniacally. It took all of Hermione's resolve not to strangle him.
"If you must know Ronald he has been very considerate and caring towards Rose. As a matter of fact, you are right; she is with him right now. You know what? He has been a better father towards her than you have ever been to her," she said just to push his buttons. "If stupid arses mean not child abusers that I hope Rose grows up to be the biggest arse ever. You would do well to learn from the Malfoys, then."
"You bitch! I can't believe I ever liked you, Hermione! You just have to flaunt that you had Draco Malfoy's kid. You and him were probably planning this from the beginning to get me put away!"
"I wasn't the one who begged you to marry me, for the baby to be well supported. You have not supported Rose with anything- not financially, physically, love, kindness," Hermione said getting mad.
"Well not anymore. I have already gotten a divorce from you," Ron said slyly.
"How? I haven't signed anything," Hermione said confused.
"Let's just say I'm a Pureblood, Mione. There are some people who don't believe in Pureblood Mudblood relationships and pulled a few strings for me," Ron said and chuckled. Hermione's mouth dropped open.
A guard came in and said it was time for Hermione to go; the ten minutes were up. It took all of her willpower to get up from the chair and walk towards the door. Before Hermione left the room Ron called out:
"Oh, Mione you have two days to get out of the house. It has my name on the deed so, you cannot live there anymore. Have a nice life!"
O.o.O
Hermione went home as fast as she could and looked around the house. She couldn't believe she was an unmarried woman and, she would have to give up everything she knew. As she went around shrinking all of the furniture and putting it into a suitcase, tears spilled down her cheeks. She had no money to buy or rent a house. Ron had taken all of the money in her account (she noticed when she went to see if she could afford to buy an apartment) and, she had no means of surviving. Rose would be devastated when she found out what happened to their house (or at least she hoped Rose would be).
Hermione called her mother and told them about her sudden divorce from Ron, but didn't go into any details. She said it would be fine for her and Rose to live with them until, she could get back on her feet. Mione was thankful she had kind and loving parents, who accepted her for who she was. They didn't try to press on any issues and, were proud of her for being a wizard. That was all Hermione could ask for.
When Hermione was done packing and making living arrangements she went to pick up Rose at Draco's house the next morning.
As she stood at the front door waiting for it to be opened, she couldn't help but feel sorry for herself. What had she deserved to get kicked out of her tiny home? The Malfoy's had a house one hundred times the size of hers and, they still weren't content with it. She was perfectly fine with where she lived. She wished she could switch places with Draco so, she could make the most out of being insanely rich; giving to people in need, helping everyone, ect. But, she couldn't and that was life. Life is never fair.
A house elf she didn't recognize led her into a room that she assumed that was supposed to be the family room. Draco was watching Quidditch on his wizard television and Rose was playing with a live puppy on the floor. When Rose saw Hermione she smiled and ran up to her.
"Mummy! Mummy! Look, look! Daddy got me a puppy!" She said pointing to the little Dalmatian on the floor. "She was just here when I woke up today! He said I can take it home with me!"
Hermione looked livid. She shook her head, "I'm sorry sweetie. You can't take that puppy home."
"Why Mummy? Please, please, please? Please!" Rose begged. Tears started to form in her sparkly silver eyes, when she noticed her mother wasn't joking.
"Rose, we are going to live with Gramma Jean and Grandpa David for a little while. Gramma Jean is really allergic to dogs so, I'm sorry Rose. The puppy stays here." Hermione said. Draco eyed her with a look of confusion.
"Why are we going to live with Gramma Jean and Grandpa David?" Rose shouted, clearly upset. "I don't want to live with them!"
"We just are, Rose. Please don't argue," Hermione said grabbing Rose's pink backpack off of the floor.
"Why Mummy? Why, why, why, why?! I don't want to live with them! Their house smells weird and, the pictures don't move!" Rose protested. "Why can't we just go back to the house we lived in?"
"We don't own that house anymore and, we need a place to stay. We can't afford to get a new house somewhere. Gramma Jean said we could stay with them until, we can rent an apartment," Hermione said, not meeting Draco's eyes.
The little gears started turning in Rose's head as she contemplated the situation. Soon, her face broke out into a big grin, "Mummy can't you live here with me and Daddy? You can share my room 'cause it's big enough! Then, we can be a family together and live happily ever after!"
Hermione and Draco looked uncomfortable. Hermione shook her head and grabbed Rose's wrist. "Thanks for watching her, Malfoy," she said. Without warning, she apparated to her parent's house with Rose.
O.o.O
Rose started crying as soon as they got into Hermione's parent's house. She was extremely upset. Hermione tried to calm her down but, it was no use.
"Mummy, why can't we live with Daddy?! Please! I will call him for you!" Rose shouted. She dramatically collapsed on the floor and started thrashing around. She beat her little fists on the floor and cried.
"Good heavens, what is wrong with her, Hermione?" Jean Granger said, as she rushed into the room to see what the commotion was. Rose was throwing one of the worst temper tantrums her grandmother had ever seen.
"Nothing, she is just being difficult today," Hermione sighed, looking at her mother. Jean put a hand on her daughters shoulder and gently squeezed it, in a comforting sort of way. "She is just taking the news about the house badly. I'm sure it will pass within the next few days."
"Yes…" Jean said uncertainly and motioned for Hermione to follow her up the stairs to see where she would be staying for the next couple of months. Hermione followed her mother up the white, plush carpeted stairs, leaving Rose to throw a fit by herself.
Once, Rose realized her attempts at getting Hermione to reconsider the decision to stay with her grandparents were futile, she stopped crying and sulked in the corner. She missed being at Draco's house; she missed how she got everything, how much affection his family showed her (it wasn't that Hermione didn't but, the Malfoy's doted on her and, always made sure she was happy), and how she truly felt content; like she actually belonged in the family for once.
She could hear her mother and grandma talking and laughing upstairs and realized that they had probably forgotten about her. Sighing, she pulled three dolls from her pink back pack; a man with blond hair, a woman with curly brown hair, and a little girl doll with curly blonde hair. Rose hugged the dolls, before setting them up in a fashion where the little girl doll was in between the two parent dolls. All three of the dolls looked happy and content with each other; much like how Harry and Ginny's family looked. She thought her Mummy and Daddy had to have looked like the dolls at one time so, they could look like them again. All she had to do was figure something out that would get them happy together, again. Just actually, figuring out a plan proved to be harder than she thought it would be. She thought that maybe she could call Draco on her new phone in her backpack pocket. After hours of reading the manual he finally figured out to program his house phone number into her phone. She didn't know what to say though or, really how to use it.
Rose was so absorbed in trying to think of something that would make it possible for her and Hermione to live with the Malfoys, she didn't hear her mother come down the stairs.
"Oh good, you stopped crying Rosie," Hermione said putting a purple hoodie on. "We are going out to dinner so, you better be a good little girl."
Rose rolled her silver eyes. Jean stuffed her head in a pink faded hoodie that looked like it was one hundred years old and, she looked as if she was going to cry.
"This was Mione's jacket when she was about your age," Jean said and smiled. She started tearing up and sniffling. Hermione gave her mother a box of tissues from a shelf nearby. Rose tried to rip the hoodie off of her but, Hermione looked at her sternly and shook her head.
Rose grabbed her backpack and crossed her arms the whole ride to the restaurant. When they got there she didn't say a word to anyone.
"Look Rosie, it's your favorite restaurant, Olive Garden!" David Granger said enthusiastically. Rose ignored him and continued to sulk. She had never been to Olive Garden anyways.
Rose had never been more embarrassed in her whole life. It wasn't an awfully fancy restaurant but, people were wearing nice casual clothing. Her family was wearing old faded hoodies, ripped jeans, and in Grandpa David's cases a white t-shirt with a huge yellow stain on the front and an old cowboy hat. Jean, Hermione, and David were belting out verses of old 80's rock songs and laughing so hard that they caused the table to shake. People at the other tables were staring and she had even heard some families ask to move away from them; others had commented on how the little girl was acting more mature than the three adults, who should probably lay off the wine.
She had finally decided that she had enough of her grandparents. Quietly, she grabbed the full basket of breadsticks, stuffed them into her backpack, and slipped off the chair. She quickly left the restaurant without being spotted by any of the staff and ran down the street, until she couldn't go any further.
Tired and out of breath, Rose walked into a Starbucks Coffee Shop and sat down at one of the tables. Older people sipping coffee and typing on computers stared at her and, wondered where her parents were. She pulled out the iPhone and typed D into the contacts bar. Only one name came up so, it must have been her father. After several rings Draco finally answered.
Rose started crying into the phone when he spoke, "I don't wanna live with Gramma Jean an- and Grandpa David! Please come get me! I left Mummy and ran a- away!" Draco told her to stay where she was and, he was coming to get her.
Several minutes later Draco showed up at the Starbucks Rose was at. He took a seat across from her. She stared at him, not knowing what to say.
"Mummy is probably looking for you," Draco stated over their awkward silence. "You shouldn't have done that."
"I don't care. Mummy never cares about what I want! I said I didn't like it at Gramma and Grandpa Jean's house. She didn't listen to me," Rose whined taking off the ugly hoodie. Draco just gazed at her, amused at her opinions. "If you are going to tell her can you wait until tomorrow? She is going to be mad at me."
"Yes, I suppose so. Come on, lets go home," Draco said happily taking Rose's hand.
Rose looked up at him and smiled as they walked out of the coffee shop. The only thing that was missing was her mother's hand in her empty one, smiling along with them.
O.o.O
Hermione panicked when she noticed Rose was gone. Jean and David tried to comfort her and ask all the employees if they had seen Rose. None of them had. They left Hermione by herself to try and search for Rose.
Hermione looked under the table and started crying. Why did Rose have to leave? Where was her daughter? She paced around the table several times before looking at the place Rose was sitting at.
On the chair, there were three dolls; a blonde Daddy doll, a brown curly haired Mummy doll, and a blonde curly haired little girl; all of them holding hands and smiling, without a care in the world.
O.o.O
If I posted a Dance Academy story, mainly about Abigail, would anyone read it?