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Chapter 2: Heartbroken
"Ron, Ron, it's okay, just tell me what's going on. I know that, whatever this is, we can get through it! We've fought in a war for crying out loud! A war against Voldemort! Whatever this is, it can't be as bad as that!" Hermione pleaded reassuringly.
She was trying her hardest to keep her cool, but when your fiancé is practically distraught with grief from
a situation she was not aware of, you tend to lost it a little. For once, she was the one losing her head, while he sat there, numbly.
He remained silent for a moment. He knew he had to choose his next words carefully, or he would definitely lose her. He didn't see a way that he wouldn't lose her, but if his terribly way with words slipped up, he would lose the girl he loved for sure.
"I’m so sorry, Hermione!" He repeated, running his hands once more through the mess atop his head. He clambered to his feet, clasping his hands behind his neck, like he often had begun to do when under stress.
Hermione, although concerned for him, was starting to get slightly agitated that he refused to let her in one the cause of his internal destruction.
Lavender leaned against the door way, crossing her ankles and her arms, yawning loudly and giving an exasperated sigh of boredom. Her eyes still glinted with evil and that devilish smirk stayed plastered to her face.
"Ron, what happened? What did you do?" Hermione asked, but the words had clearly been demanded. She demanded answers, he was not going to sit here and make her worry any longer. She refused. Whatever it was, they could get through it as a team.
Ron looked back up into her questioning brown eyes and when their eyes met, he took a deep breath and swallowed hard. He took be both her trembling hands in his, "Hermione, I'm sorry," he repeated. Even though he did not drop his gaze for even a split second, he shook his head from side to said, "I promise you, I wish that I could take it back, take it all back...I promise you I undo it if I had any way to." He took his hands and cupped her worried face, "This was never supposed to happen."
He was crying. His face was contorted into sorrow.
"What...did...you..do?" She was done playing the game, she wanted answers and she wanted them now.
The only possible thing that she could come up with as an explanation was...preposterous. It couldn't be...that. He would never...no. It had to be something else.
They had fought off Voldemort, the Dark Lord, who had killled hundreds of innocent people. They had to be able to handle whatever this little hundred pound curly haired bimbo was bringing to the table.
He took a deep breath, steadying himself, "I..."
Before he got the chance to finish the thought, Lavender Brown rushed into the room, again, looking extremely annoyed.
Her eyes sparkled with deviousness.
"Oh, for Merlin's sake!" She exclaimed, throwing her tiny, skeleton-like arms into the air with a huge sigh, "What he's TRYING to say is that I'm pregnant and…it's his baby."
There, she said it. She put it out in the open. Now Ron was not the only one stunned, Hermione was where he was when he walked into the room. She felt her face pale. She could heart her pulse in her ears. She felt her ears growing hot - her blood pressure rising.
Lavender was rather pleased with herself as she eyed Hermione's mental destruction.
Hermione stood there, her breath caught in her throat, completely out of breath and at a loss for words. What do you say to that?...What could you say to that...?
Ron looked at Lavender in complete and utter disbelief, his jaw squaring and his eyes narrowing, "You had no right to do that, Lavender."
"Well, you weren't saying anything. Besides, it's my baby too, I want to be able to announce that you and I are having a baby together just as much as you did!" She fake giggled as she defended her actions and hurt Hermione even more, all at once.
Hermione thought would puke. Just hearing Ron say her name made her stomach turn. Then Lavender pointed out once more that she and Ron not only created a baby, but were having one. And pregnancies don't last six years, he had slept with her while they were together. There didn't seem to be a bump, no sign of baby, so she couldn't be far along. Hermione's stomach twisted again as the realization struck her they this baby was more than likely conceived not only while they were together, but while they were engaged.
"That was not your call," Ron growled angrily, slamming down a picture frame of himself and his brother, Bill.
She giggled, "Well, she was going to find out anyway, and you were clearly not about to speak up. 'Umm...I'm sorry...umm..'," she mocked him, "Please. I did you a favor."
She took one last look at the completely dumbstruck look on Hermione's face, let out one last satisfied giggle, and disapparated out of the ministry.
For several long, painfully awkward minutes, with so much tension that you could cut it with a knife, they stayed like that, silent. Despite her brain racing, Hermione was speechless. Not a single word was able to cross her lips for the first time in all of her twenty one years of life.
Part of Ron wanted to melt into the floor. He was responsible for the tears dripping from her chocolate brown eyes and for the look of utter betrayal on her beautiful face. He had never meant for this to happen. It was simply one stupid night. One stupid night he would pay for for the rest of his life.
Hermione was physically in the room with him, but mentally he knew he had already lost her. She didn't have to say anything for him to know that. He knew what went through her head. He knew she was picturing Lavender with a big round belly, Ron kissing it as he says "daddy's home."
The future she thought she had secured with Ron Weasley now belonged to another woman. The future she thought they would have was being lived out through Lavender Brown.
Several minutes later she found her voice and eventually the courage to speak, her fists clenched at her sides, trying to repress her anger.
"Ronald," she whispered quietly.
The way she said his name was different, no longer filled with love, adoration or gentle teasing. He was a stranger to her. The man she would have trusted with her life and betrayed her. He had given himself to another woman, while claiming to be hers and hers alone.
He looked up into her untrusting eyes, without a single syllable crossing his lips.
"…Please. Please. PLEASE tell me it's not true." She continued, tears filling her chocolate brown eyes, her emotions still a combination of anger and despair.
She didn't want this to be the way their love story ended. She never wanted it to end, period. But she especially didn't want it to end over Lavender Brown. But this was one thing she knew she wouldn't be able to forget. Every time she would kiss him she knew she would visualize Lavender, the evil glint bright in her eyes, the devilish smile on her face, as she patted her growing belly.
Ron dropped his gaze to the floor. He couldn't answer her. Answering her would drive her further and further away than she already was.
This was truly something out of some horror movie.
Tears trickled from her eyes, down her cheeks, to the floor, where they hit wish little splashes.
She felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. It was as if all the life had been sucked out of her, her reason for existing gone. It felt as if some one had ripped her heart out of her chest and stomped it in to the dirt in right front of her helpless face. She felt the rush of a thousand heartbreaks all at one single moment in time. She had never felt pain like this before. She had never been the girl who needed a man. She never was the girl who relied on one. But Ron was more than her fiancé, he was her best friend. And best friend's just don't hurt each other.
This battled the night Bellatrix LeStrange performed the cruciatus curse on her for the most pain she had ever experienced.
She couldn't help the tears the flowed from her face, they just flowed like a brook.
"Hermione I," he began weakly, but she immediately cut him off.
"How could you?" She hissed venomously.
Anger was seeping in to the pain and self pity she felt rising and ebbing inside of her. She was angry as well. Very angry. He through away everything they had...for her.
"Hermione, I had no idea that this was going to happen!"
This was not the correct thing to say.
"Oh, but cheating is okay because you didn't know you were going to father a child? Thank you for those lovely words of enlightenment? Ronald." She scowled, looking at him dead in the eyes, daring him to meet her gaze.
"I…I," he stopped for a few seconds to gather his thoughts before continuing, trying extra hard to avoid putting his other foot in his mouth, one foot was plenty. "That's not what I meant."
She crossed her arms, "What did you mean then, Ronald?"
"I just meant," he thought for a moment, "it just happened! It shouldn't have, I should have stopped it," she shook her head, "but I didn't. I was too caught up I guess...but if I had known this would have happened I would have made myself! Honestly, 'Mione, it just happened."
She gave him a look that said do-I-look-stupid-to-you?
"I didn’t! We just met up at a pub and we caught up for a while and, that was the night you and I had just had a huge fight, y'know, and I was upset, and I'd been drinking…a lot and then we just…got carried away! It was a mistake and it was stupid and I am just so very sorry!"
He told the truth, but knew that wouldn't make any difference.
He had lost her.
"I trusted you." Hermione spat out.
"I know," was all he said, what else could he say? What does one say in his shoes in the given situation?
"You betrayed me."
"I’m sorry. I-"
"STOP for the love of Merlin saying you're sorry. I get that part, loud and clear."
"It was a mistake." He said bluntly.
"No, the mistake was believing that you would always be there for me. The mistake was giving you my heart. Those are the stupid mistakes Ronald Weasley." She growled the words, trying to keep from bursting into a sea of tears yet again.
The door swung open quickly, pushed open by someone clearly hsrboring some anger. Both Hermione and Ron realized now that they had failed to place a silencing charm on the office and their argument was likely being heard further than the room they were in.
"Sorry, to break up this little argument, but, what in the world is going on in here?"
A confused Harry Potter was now standing In the doorway, waiting expectantly for an answer from one of his two best friends. He knew better than to break up one of their fights, but this was not the Burrow, this was the Ministry. This was work.
"I'm sorry Harry," Hermione said honestly still looking at Ron's blotchy face.
Ron spoke again, this time in a mere whisper, "Hermione I..."
She cut him off.
"Save it. Nothing you can say will be anything new, not will it change anything."
Ron looked thoroughly confused, Hermione had never given in to an argument before in all of her life.
Hermione looked at the man in front of her with a look of utter disbelief etched on her pained face.
Was he really, genuinely, that stupid?
Without a word she looked down to the glinting engagement ring on her finger. She gently slid it off of her finger, twirling it around in her nimble fingers, looking at it. This was the first time she'd taken it off since the night he'd proposed, and she felt weird without it being on her finger.
Ron looked completely, and utterly horrified.
Harry was thoroughly confused.
"Ron," Hermione slowly began her speech that she had quickly put together in her head, "…when you gave me this ring, you made several promises to me and now each and every one of those promises are broken. I'm sorry."
As she dropped the ring into his open palm, he looked helplessly back and forth between her and the ring.
"I love you, Ron." She said steadily, trying to remain strong for the best fifteen or so seconds.
"I love you, too."
"But, its still over. Goodbye."
"Hermione, please! I don’t care, whatever I can do, I'll do it, just please stay!" He begged.
At this moment he would have fallen to his knees and begged, pleaded, for her to change her mind.
Tears were, once again, streaming from her eyes.
She turned to go, but he gently grabbed her arm and made her spin around and face him.
"Hermione, I'm so sorry! I'll change, I'll fix it! Anything! As long as you. Do. Not. Go!"
His utter desperation to not lose her made her heart ache. She wanted to fall into his arms and pretend nothing had happened. But it did happen. She would not be able to fix it or pretend it never happened...nothing she could do would make her able to fully trust him again.
"Ron, you can NOT fix this! This is it. It's over. We're over." She said the words, but they were faulty. She knew this was what had to happen, that's why she was saying them.
"I...." but he didn't get to finish the sentence for she left the room, her heels clicking behind her as she headed downstairs where she could floo to her flat. She wasn't typically one to run from her problems, but at this moment all she wanted was to be alone.
Ron looked completely dumbstruck.
"What was all that about?" Harry asked, completely lost.
Ron bit his lip, but decided that it couldn't be worse than telling Hermione.
"Lavender's pregnant...and it's my baby." He slat the words, slouching down in his chair and putting his head back in his shaking hands.
Harry's green eyes widened, without any idea of how to react to this news.