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Simply Irresistible
Hermione looked both ways before she crossed the street to where the café was. She couldn't help but smile as she saw him through the glass windows.
"Ron!" Hermione said happily as she approached their usual table, one they'd claimed now for how their numerous lunch dates, she couldn't even count. She leant in for a hug and turned to kiss him lightly but he had moved ever so slightly that she only grazed his cheek.
Hermione looked at him, he was being oddly fidgety but decided to let it go. Lately with the wedding approaching, he always seemed to be a little off.
"Hermione..." Her red haired boyfriend began in a very unusually low and hesitant tone
"Yes? Is everything okay?" Hermione asked cautiously as she sat down. Silence was her answer. She looked up at him questioningly, waiting for his answer.
"I can't do this." Ron finally said.
Hermione looked away from the menu back to him. "Oh, I can take lunch to go. I'm sorry, I wished you would've told me you couldn't do lunch to-"
"No not lunch." Ron said loudly this time, interrupting her sentence.
"Oh." Hermione said not sure what to say. So she waited for him to explain.
It seemed like hours before he said those five treacherous words, yet the reality was that it had only been a minute.
"Hermione, I can't marry you." Ron said softly, barely above a whisper.
Silence ensured as neither said anything in return. Like as if both had to still register what he had just said.
"It's just that you're the second person I've ever dated and I'm your first." Ron began nervously, feeling like he needed to fill the silence by defending himself.
Hermione looked up at him in shock, not believing his words, accusations really. "So what do you want? To sow your wild oats or something?" She asked incredulously.
"No, I mean, Hermione." He paused as he tried to get his bearings and confidence back. "It's just, there's no more fire in our relationship. You're just..."
"I'm what?" Hermione asked, a part of her already knowing she was not going to like the answer. Sure she loves, well no loved, Ron Weasley but even she knew that he was not always a man of tact.
Ron didn't say anything, faltering.
"What am I, Ron?" Hermione asked, starting to sound hysterical.
"You're just boring. All you ever want to do is read when you get home." Ron finally said after pausing. "You nag on me for everything. And you, you, you dress worse than my mum." He continued, almost on a roll now. Things he had never been able to bring up to her before. "You never dress up anymore or put any time and effort-" He continued as he remembered the occasions with the Cannons players and their significant others, where couldn't help but feel out of place as Hermione barely tried. And he hadn't been embarrassed at first but the more pictures he'd see the next day of all of them, he couldn't help but wish that she didn't stand out, in a not so great way, compared to the rest of his team and their significant others.
Hermione felt like as she couldn't breathe. The oxygen had been swept from her. Before she knew it, she stood up out of her seat.
"Stop." She finally said. "Stop before you make yourself sound shallower than you already are. I'm so sorry that I'm not the arm candy you seem to want me to be. You know what, I'll make it easy on you." Hermione began to pull off her ring as her heart felt itself break into pieces by his words and would soon shatter at her next ones. "It's over. We're done. I won't tell anyone-"
Ron gave a sigh of relief at her words.
"But you have to tell your family why there won't be a wedding." Hermione threw her ring at him.
Ron grimaced. "I'm so sorry Hermione." He muttered lowly as he caught the diamond ring.
"Me too Ron." Hermione said trying to stop the tears just waiting to flow. "I have to applaud you though. Good job picking lunch time to tell me all this. Now I can't hex you to the next century." Hermione whispered, so angry now. "Oh and Ron, you don't honestly believe that you're my first boyfriend do you? Does Viktor Krum ring a bell at all?" With those being her last words, Hermione left the café, leaving her ex-fiancé in shock.
When Hermione found a secluded spot, she apparated home. The minute she got home, she did a spell that collected all of Ron's stuff. Shaking as she shrunk them all in order to fit in one box, she stumbled to the door. She dropped the box outside the door of their apartment so that when or if he even wanted them, he could get his stuff without her having to see his face. Closing her eyes as she fought tears, she changed the lock on the door to finalize it all.
When all was said and done, Hermione felt like as if she lost all her strength. The tears came flooding.
Hermione slept in the guestroom that evening, crying herself to sleep as her heart ached.
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The morning sun peered through the windows, waking Hermione up.
She pulled the covers over her head to no avail. She could still feel the rays penetrating the sheets and lightly grazing her. After a few more minutes, she finally gave up. She threw the covers off at last and stumbled to the bathroom. Instead of going straight into the bathroom however, she ran into the wall forgetting that she was not indeed in their room but the guest room.
"Ouch." Hermione said rubbing her forehead.
She finally made it to the bathroom, getting her first opportunity to look into the mirror. She wished she hadn't upon seeing her reflection. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying. Her hair was... well she bet her and Bigfoot could compete for the most frightening hair style. It would be a tossup on who would win.
"Ron you bastard." Hermione whispered as she felt the refreshing water of the shower surround her. She was finally out of tears and now just felt regret.
Their wedding was supposed to happen in two weeks. She would've been Mrs. Ron Weasley in two weeks. The day she had been dreaming of since she was fourteen. Now twenty-two, she only felt bitterly angry. How could he do that to her? Yes maybe she was a tad boring because she preferred to read more than anything else. So what if she didn't dressed and get dolled up all the time? What was the point? She already had the man of her dreams and it was a waste of time compared to what else she could have been doing, like her job! Or so she thought.
Maybe she should've dressed up more like Ginny kept on insisting, then maybe Ron wouldn't have... Hermione couldn't help but think as doubts began to surface. Apparently she wasn't quite out of tears because they began to fall once more as her thoughts wavered. But she wasn't sure what she crying about anymore. Were the tears for Ron, or for the times she wasted trying to be the girl that Ron always wanted?
