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When Two Broken Hearts Collide	By : LumosNox93 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7424 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The cold London wind made her hair whip around her face as she stepped foot outside. Glancing down she realised that over her sweatpants and shirt she was still wearing her fluffy bathrobe. Hastily she took it off and quickly pulled out a black leather jacket out of her bag and put it on.
She started walking. Not knowing what to do. Not knowing where to go.
For the past two years she had had suspicions that Ron was being unfaithful to her, but that was all that they were, suspicions. It was only today that she seen conclusive proof of his infidelity. She had told herself that maybe it was just a phase that would pass. After all, Ron and Hermione had gotten married at such a young age, looking back it was as if they had been pressured by society to marry after the war as a symbol of love and hope after such a dark period.
They had only slept with each other, they were what the press labelled as, childhood sweethearts. Hermione had often wondered if Ron had just been curious about other women, and as she was not an extremely jealous person she would have understood if he had just explained it to her, maybe they could have come to a compromise without breaking the marriage they had built?
"Too bloody late for that" She muttered angrily as she kept on walking with her head down and her bag swinging by her side, Crookshanks in her arms.
After half an hour of walking Hermione found herself in front of a neat little block of flats, her parents had saved up to invest in an apartment for Hermione in case she ever found herself needing a place to live after her education.
Ron had refused to move into the apartment with her because he said that it wasn't his home and he would feel uncomfortable sharing a flat that was just Hermione's. And she had understood that because Hermione would never have moved into the Burrow either, although that had more to do with living with her in-law's than anything else. They had moved into a small shabby flat, promising each other that this was just a temporary home whilst they found the perfect house, but years had passed and they had never made much of an effort to find their dream home because they were so caught up in their respective careers.
Hermione was the assistant to the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Richard Perkins. Percy Weasley had been the head of the department but had moved abroad to pursue his political career in America, far from all the memories of the war. Everyone in the ministry had thought that Hermione would replace Percy but instead, Richard Perkins had been appointed and when she had confronted Kingsley Shacklebolt about the appointment he had told her that she was still very young and at the beginning of her career at the Ministry of Magic. However, it was common knowledge that Hermione was much brighter and more efficient than Richard Perkins, which caused Richard to be cold and dismissive of Hermione.
She pushed number 2 button in the elevator and waited for the robotic voice to call out "Doors Opening" she made her way down the corridor to apartment number 208, put her key into the lock and pushed the door open. She put Crookshanks down onto the floor, locked the door behind her and flicked on the lights.
The apartment was beautiful and spacious, much nicer than the one she and Ron shared. The high ceilings white walls and large windows gave it a large, clean feel that she loved. She made her way into the kitchen and opened the fridge, there wasn't much in it as she rarely came around except to clean and make sure everything was functioning a few times a month. There were a few small bottles of water and a bottle of Spanish white wine.
Without thinking twice Hermione reached for the bottle and poured herself a very generous glass. She made her way to the bedroom with the glass and bottle still in hand, in case she fancied a second or even third glass. Her room was made up of a soft carpet, a kingsize bed with a beautiful crushed velvet headboard and two mirrored bedside tables with elegant lamps placed upon them. She switched on a lamp on her bedside table and placed her glass onto a white marble coaster and made her way into the ensuite bathroom.
She looked her her watch and saw that it was already quarter to six in the morning. Ron would be getting ready for work in about an hour and a half. He was expected to go into work on Saturday mornings in order to review cases and have everything ready for Monday morning, Hermione wasn't thankfully. Dropping her bag on the floor of the bathroom, she pulled out her bathrobe, a fresh shirt and a pair of fluffy pyjama bottoms. She turned on the shower and wriggled out of her clothes, and as she stepped under the steaming hot shower she let out a low groan. She stood there for about forty-five minutes, trying to empty her mind and hoping if she scrubbed hard enough she might wash off the feelings of anger and confusion that covered her.
Finally she stepped out of the shower and whipped the steamed mirror. She stared at her reflection that stared back at her. She had round, warm brown eyes and some freckles dusted her nose and cheeks. Her face, once round had become much slimmer, this was a result of growing up as well as stress. Her lips were plump and very pink. All the childish innocence her face once held was gone.
She wrapped a fluffy white towel around herself and grabbed her wand from her bag, pointing it at her hair which proceeded to dry in a number of seconds. Her locks that had once been long, were now resting on her shoulders and Hermione did her best to keep her hair tamed into neat curls. She finally slipped into her fresh pyjamas and made her way back to the bed, grabbing her glass of wine and taking a long sip. Crookshanks leapt up onto the bed and curled up on her legs.
Hermione thought she should be crying on the floor, an absolute mess, but she wasn't. She felt more anger than she did sadness, it was as if she knew the relationship would come to an end sooner or later, she was just angry they couldn't have ended it on more civilised terms. The same question swam around her mind; who was Ron now seeing? Who was this mystery woman with the expensive perfume? As she poured herself another generous glass of wine she wondered how she would tell her friends, after-all, her friends were also Ron's friends. Would Ginny hate her for ending things with her brother? Would Harry take Ron's side simply because they were men? What if she ran into Ron at work? Her eyes felt heavy and she realised it was almost eight in the morning and she hadn't slept all night. She drained her glass and placed it on her bedside table before turning over and falling into a surprisingly deep sleep.
" .BANG"
Hermione leapt out of bed and looked at the bedside clock. It was one in the afternoon and by the sound of it, someone was trying bring down her front door.
'Ron' she thought to herself. And she wrapped her bathrobe around her and marched towards her front door, she wrenched it opened and was about to start screaming when her jaw dropped. A young woman with waist length flaming red-hair stood at the door holding two large coffee's in takeaway mugs.
"Ginny?" Hermione stammered, not quite sure how to react.
"I take it you weren't expecting me?" Said Ginny winking at her before striding past her into the apartment "I always loved this place and never understood why Ron refused to live here" she continued and she placed the coffees on the kitchen counter and sat on a high stool, looking at her. She was wearing a baby blue V-neck t-shirt with a pair of jeans with holes in them and on her feet were a pair of black converses. Hermione made her way over to the counter and sat across from Ginny. Not sure what her friend knew and not entirely sure why she was visiting her.
There was a short silence and Ginny passed her a coffee and grabbed her own.
"So" Ginny said "Talk to me"
"About what?" Said Hermione
"About what the hell my prat of a brother has done this time" said Ginny cooly "Harry told me he didn't turn up at work today and when I went to visit mum at The Burrow she told me Ron was upstairs in his bedroom and didn't want to see anyone."
"Well I'm sure you already know what happened then" Hermione answered shortly
"Actually I don't" said Ginny sipping on her coffee and smacking her lips "according to mum he hasn't spoken a word to anyone since he got back home. But I know my brother, I know when someone else has done something wrong he won't hesitate to let the whole world know, but when it's him who's in the wrong, he barely opens his mouth. So what did he do?"
"He's your brother" Hermione said "I am not going to turn anyone against him no matter what he did"
"And I consider you my sister" said Ginny "whether or not you and my brother are together. Just as he will always be my brother, you will always be my sister. So do me a favour and start talking before I have to hex it out of you"
Hermione smiled and took a long swig from her coffee. She didn't know how to tell her. She hadn't spoken about this to anyone.
"It's over Ginny. The marriage is over for good" she said
"I gathered that when you walked in and saw your ring wasn't on your finger" said Ginny "you and my brother have fought before but I've never seen you take off your ring. So what happened to push you to end it?"
"There's someone else" Hermione said and resorted to telling Ginny everything that had happened last night.
"What an absolute prat" spat Ginny "I swear to Merlin I will go over the Burrow right now and hex his…"
"I don't think that's necessary" said Hermione "I just wish I knew who he's been seeing"
Ginny smiled and look mischievously up at Hermione.
"Maybe we can find out…"
"How?" Said Hermione
"Bloody hell Hermione, aren't you suppose to be 'the brightest witch of her age'" groaned Ginny "All we have to do is modify our appearances and follow my brother when he's out drinking"
Hermione mulled over the idea.
"I don't know Ginny…" she said slowly
"Do you want to find out or not?" Snapped Ginny "because my prat of a brother doesn't seem to even have the decency to tell you, so I say we do our own digging and find out. At least you'll then have closure and I'll know which witch I have to hex"
"Why are you doing this for me?" Said Hermione "he's your brother"
"And you're my best friend" said Ginny "Blood or not, I don't let that blind me to the fact that he's in the wrong and that my best friend is hurt. You didn't think I'd just toss you aside and take Ron's side did you?"
Hermione shrugged and felt tears starting to burn her eyes. Without saying anything Ginny hopped off her stool, and hugged her friend tightly. The stayed like this for a bit until Ginny finally let go and grabbed her shoulders and said "Now get ready, we're going shopping!"
"I don't think…" Hermione started
"You and I are going to Diagon Alley to get some new clothes and transform ourselves into two unrecognisable witches!" She winked "Now off you go! Get ready!"
Hermione groaned as she grabbed her coffee and dragged herself to the bathroom.
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