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Traitorous love. by AccioSachio
Chapter 1 : Broken.
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August 1998

"Hermione?" asked Ron, in between kissing my neck.

"Mhmm..." I replied drowsily.

We were curled up on the small, lumpy sofa in The Burrow. Mr and Mrs Weasley had gone into Muggle London after recommendation from me and the insistant, excitement from Mr Weasley. Bill was of course at Shell Cottage with his newly pregnant wife Fleur, Charlie had returned back to Romania after the war, George was at his store in Diagon Alley and Harry and Ginny were out for the afternoon. So this was how we had come to have the house to ourselves.

"There's something I need to tell you," Ron continued, caressing my cheek.

There was a moment of silence where he pressed his lips to mine, however I was not at relaxed as I was before. Since I'd known him, Ron had been one to smother bad news with feigned happiness.

"Tell me then," I said, with an edge of impatience that he didn't pick up on.

"Well," he bagan tentatively. "I've been offered an amateur training programme for Quiddich in Europe starting in September."

I sucked in a breath and sat up abruptly. "September is next week Ron."

"I know," he replied. "That's why I told you now."

"Did it never occur to you to tell me sooner?" I asked incedulously.

He shrugged.

"So, care to elaborate? What else does this training programme entail?" I asked scornfully. I hated Quiddich.

"Well," he continued excitedly. "There's a large group of men my age wanting to get somewhere in the Quiddich profession so I know that it's going to be competetive. We basically get to travel around Europe for a while doing different training methods and mock games and then get assessed in weather or not we are eligable to continue."

"How long?" I asked quietly, through my teeth.

"What?" he asked, in his efforts to wrap himself back around me.

I shoved him off. "How long will you be gone?"

"Oh, I don't know. A few months, maybe a year." He told me plainly.

I recoiled from him. "A year?" I asked, outraged.

"Well yeah," he said, frowning slightly. "That is unless we get given the okay to continue further. That could take it up to another year perhaps."

I stood up and started pacing the short length of the room. "So let's just clarify." I said sarcastically. "You've been offered an inconclusive, untrustworthy Quiddich oppertunity and you're going to go ahead with it abandoning your much better offer of joining the Ministry as an Auror?"

"Um, yeah?"

I glared at him. "Furthermore," I continued, rage burning inside me. "You decide to tell me a week before you're due to leave and you don't even seem to care how this might affect me. Us!"

"Come on Hermione," he tried to reason, also standing up. "It's not like we've been together for years and are planning our wedding or anything. We've just been fooling around for a few weeks."

That hurt like he'd slapped me round the face. "I gave myself completely to you." I seethed.

Ron had the nerve to grin. "I know, and it's been great fun. But you can't expect me to not take up a great oppertunity just for some girl."

Some girl?!

"Does anyone else know about this?" I asked, trying to calm myself.

He stepped towards me and laid a hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off. "No," he replied softly. "You're the first I've told."

"Wow, that makes me feel so special Ron," I replied, disgusted with him and myself.

He looked like he was going to say more but the sound of the door opening and closing was heard from the kitchen. Neither of us moved.

"Look who's come to visit!" called the cheery voice of Ginny as she came into the room. With her was not only Harry, but his Godson Teddy Lupin.

Ginny stopped smiling once she sensed the general mood.

"What's going on?" asked Harry wearliy. He and Ginny were looking between Ron and me confused.

I took a deep breath and tried to smile. "Absolutely nothing of importance." I replied. "Hi Teddy how are you?" I exclaimed. "You've gotten so tall!" Neither Harry or Ginny looked appeased and they looked over at Ron, who hadn't moved at all. "Anyway," I continued. "I must be going. There are some things that I have to do."

Without another glance at Ron, I left the room and as I reached the door to leave I heard the distinct sounds of Ginny hissing angrily at her brother; to quiet for me to make out. I shook my head and left The Burrow. Away from Ron. Away from everything.


I didn't go and see Ron off on his European adventure. Instead, I sat in the living room of my small but tasteful London flat miserable. Every now and then, an awful thought would cross my mind like I hope he fails in Quiddich or even I hope he falls off his broom and dies. It was petty of me, but I was hurting.

The week after my conversation with Ron I didn't want to speak to anyone. Instead, I took the time to analyse my life since the battle. Even though it had only been a couple of months; we had all come so far. I had truley thought that I loved Ron Weasley. He seemed to be everything that I had ever wanted in a man. So much so, that I was happy to give myself to him sexually so soon after out 'relationship' began.

In hindsight, I knew that he never saw me as someone to love and spend infinate time with. He just saw me as sweet and vulnerable and easy to manipulate. Not that a blamed him for everything, I shouldn't have been so quick to judge. In those days of pondering I came up with many different scenarios, one more horrible than the next. One that truley terrified me was that perhaps Ron was aware of this Quiddich oppertunity for a very long time. Perhaps he spent those loving, romantic times with me just so he had stories to tell. Just so he wouldn't be a virgin when he left.

What's more, I was sickened with the way I was handling it. I locked myself away from my friends, who I knew would want to help me, and was feeling sorry for myself.

The day after Ron's hasty departure, I knew that I had to get over it. He was gone and would be for a long time. There was no point in my greiving over a relationship that had barely begun and was terribly lopsided.

With this in mind, I took a long bath and dressed myself nicely. Step one to making yourself feel better. Then, I apparated to Godrics Hollow to go to Harry's cottage and visit with him. As I had suspected, Ginny was also there too.

"Hermione!" cried Ginny as she saw me appear in the kitchen where her and Harry were. "Where have you been?"

She hugged me tightly and I returned it with earnest. "I'm really sorry Ginny, I just had to think a few things over."

"Are you okay now?" Harry asked, after he too had given me a tight hug.

I grinned. "Never better."

They looked startled.

"Honestley guys," I laughed. "I'm fine, I was silly to react in such a way and I have plans to make my life better."

"Really?" said Ginny wearliy as she took a seat at the breakfast bar. "What kind of plans?"

"I don't have them all sorted yet and I don't want to divulge to much for fear that I may not succeed. However, I've come to the conclusion that many things that happened with Ron, even with him turning out to be a total prick, were really my fault. This is not me being a martyr in any way, it's just how I feel."

"You seem like your old self Hermione," said Harry smiling, taking a seat next to Ginny. "Care to share?"

I grinned. "First thing's first. Do you think that there are still places available for me to join the Auror programme?" 

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