Chapter 2 : Gone
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After managing to get mostly everything: their TV, loveseat, all of her cooking supplies, her pillows, all of her clothes, her bathroom supplies, her books, and every other single thing she owns in their house; she finally puts Crookshanks in his cage and is ready to depart.
Before leaving, she sits at the kitchen table and takes out her mobile phone that her mum gave her for Christmas the previous year and decides to call Ginny to let her know she was about to be on her way.
I won’t even leave him a letter. Let him wonder, she mentally decides, and then picks up her phone and dials Ginny to ask if she can move in for a while. Ginny, being like her dad and interested in Muggle artifacts, got a cell phone from Hermione for her birthday the past year and was ecstatic about it.
“Hermione, are you okay?” A light feminine voice asks when she answers.
“Yes I am fine. But I do have a question for you.” Hermione states as confidently as she can muster.
“Yes?” She sounds worried now.
“Can I come stay with you and Harry for a while when I look for a new place?”
Hermione can hear the gasp in Ginny’s voice on the other side of the mobile, “What the hell happened Hermione?!”
“No time to explain because he will be here for lunch. I need to leave now and will explain when I get there,” clarifies Hermione.
“Well alright, I guess. I really hoped you both would work things out,” mutters Ginny with a disappointed tone.
Hermione then hangs up the phone and examines the apartment once more to see if she forgot anything. Hesitating, she picks up a dusty picture of them passionately kissing. Her brown hair is practically surrounding him and both are smiling in the kiss. She remembers that day like it was yesterday…
Ginny, Harry, Hermione, and Ron went to visit Paris the summer before last for Harry's birthday and Hermione had brought a camera to get pictures with that her mum gifted to her.
In front of a beautiful majestic lake surrounded by spring flowers, there was a bridge that viewed all of Paris and the Eiffel tower in the distance. Hermione had wanted to get a picture of them there in that very memorable and amazing moment with the scenery right behind them.
After Ginny agreed to take the picture, Ron suddenly got on one knee and proposed to her.
"Hermione Jean Granger, you are beautiful, smart, my best friend, and I have loved you since the first day you annoyingly barged in to our compartment on the Hogwarts Express. Will you do me the honors of marrying me?" Hermione remembers every word, and how his legs shook out of control as he bent down on one knee. He looked as though he would feint at any moment.
Ginny then started snapping many pictures including the one she was looking at now.
Hermione remembered started to cry after screaming "YES!" And the two hugged and kissed as Ginny and Harry overlooked the moment, obviously happy for the two of them.
Finally gaining all the courage she possibly can, Hermione steps outside of what was Ron’s and her apartment and attempts to shake that memory off of her mind even though it is planted there forever.
She looks back briefly at what she is leaving and feels tears well up in her eyes again. She just can’t believe this man who she trusted with her life and has loved her since he met her had done such a horrible and heartless thing such as this. How could she ever forgive him?
With one last look, Hermione finally steps on her sidewalk near her porch to apparate.
She arrives at the pretty country side home of Ginny and Harry. It is drizzling steadily and Ginny is sitting on the front porch rocking their newest addition to the family, their first, baby James Sirius. She gazes at Hermione with a frown as Hermione walked down their long driveway.
Ginny motions for her to sit by her on their bench when Hermione arrives at her side and she does just that.
“Now that you’re here, what did my brother do?” Ginny demands in a hushed voice. Hermione then looks down at her legs and the tears she was holding at bay starts to fall again.
“Ginny, he cheated on me with Lavender Brown and has been for at l-least three months,” chokes Hermione.
Ginny then stands straight up and her face looks like it is on fire with the anger radiating from her. “I am going to kill him! Take the baby!” She screams at Hermione as she hands baby James to her.
“GINNY, no! He doesn’t even know I left so just drop it. I want him to find out I know on his own,” begs Hermione, grabbing Ginny’s arm to force her to sit down.
Ginny’s brown eyes are blazing, “How can he?”
“That’s what I am asking myself.” Hermione whispers, tears increasing in flow, making a small puddle onto her jeans in her lap.
Ginny then sits back down and takes back baby James, looking at Hermione with sad eyes, not knowing what words of comfort she should use.
“I’m so sorry, Hermione. I never thought he would betray you. He loves you so much,” affirms Ginny.
Following the talk between the girls, the day goes on with much talking and crying.
Hermione feels so grateful that Ginny is here for her to help, even though this is her brother they are talking about. Ginny is completely on Hermione’s side and is ready to have a serious conversation with her brother, possibly ending with some painful spells.
Hermione’s phone rings all day like crazy. And when she knows Ron is home for lunch, she doesn’t even think to answer it. There will be no talking to Ron unless she has no choice and she regrets giving him a phone as well. It is just a month ago when Ron became so intrigued by Hermione's phone that he wanted his own to communicate with her faster.
Rain starts to pour as Hermione starts setting up her stuff in Ginny and Harry’s spare bedroom, the second biggest one in the house. It is beautiful with a turquoise color to the walls and a silver and turquoise duvet comforter. It also has its own master bathroom with a huge marble white bathtub and a gigantic walk in closet.
When everything is placed and stored where Hermione wants them in the dresser and closet, she lets Crookshanks out of his cage. Already used to coming to Harry and Ginny’s, the orange fur ball of a feline makes himself comfortable on Hermione’s love-seat in her room and falls straight to sleep, probably tired from today’s events as well.
At six in the evening, Hermione is washing up for dinner when she hears the front door open and she frantically looks to see who it is from her bedroom door. To her relief it is just Harry, and he comes in and kisses Ginny, sitting his huge briefcase down on the coffee table in their humungous living room.
Ginny whispers to her husband in a hushed tone, “I have to tell you something. Things have changed up a little today.”
Hermione joins the both of them in the living room, where Harry and she share greetings with each other.
Harry looks at both of them with a confused look on his face. “Did something happen? Hermione, what are you doing here?”
Ginny and Hermione gives Harry all the details about what happened and Harry does not seem intensely surprised.
“I knew it! I knew something was fishy with them. She had been in his office more than she should be and for many hours on hours of the day when she has her own office. Wow, what an arse,” spits Harry. “But I can’t exactly stop being his friend, you know that. I am on your side through all of this though, Hermione. I will have a little chat with him.”
Poor Harry hates when this happens, he absolutely hates being between his very best friends.
When they finish dinner, Hermione walks back into her bedroom for some alone time. Her phone then starts to ring again. She glances at it and sees that Ron has now left twelve voicemails and sixteen missed calls and counting. Soon after Hermione returns to join the couple in the living room, Harry’s phone started to ring too.
Hermione doesn’t want Ron to know where she is, and tells Harry to answer and lie.
“Hello Ron…”…“No, she isn’t here. She stopped by awhile back but didn’t tell us where she was leaving to…”…“No Ron, I don’t know why she left, she and Ginny were talking but Ginny won’t tell me…”… “Found out about what?”…“That was wrong of you Ron… I bet she did leave then.”…“Yes mate, I’ll talk to you later. Bye.” Harry hung up the phone and hugged Hermione. “He feels horrible and he seems to be falling apart but it is his fault. Don’t go back to him Hermione, I mean it.” Harry whispered to her threateningly, grabbing her hand for comfort across the coffee table between them.
Hermione nods to thank him. She feels like she can cry but the tears won’t start because she has been crying all day and feels there are no tears left.
The bed feels warm as she lay in it later that night. The rain hits the window softly, just right that she can fall right asleep.
Her phone is turned on silent but lights up with Ron’s calls every hour or so.
She has dreams of Ron that night... dreams of their first year in Hogwarts, the first night she felt her crush on him, the first kiss in the Chamber of Secrets after destroying that horocrux, and the proposal. They keep coming and coming and wouldn't stop...
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