DON'T {Romione}

Chapter One: Bickering

"I swear to God, Ronald Weasley," Hermione mumbled under her breath, picking Ron's jacket up off the floor and hanging it up.

"Merlin's beard, Hermione. What did I do this time?" Ron asked, annoyed. Hermione sighed.

"Nothing. Just pick up after yourself, or one of us is moving out." Hermione said.

"Well you'd better start packing," Ron said.

"You'll be the one packing!" She snapped at him.

"And why would you think that?" Ron asked, as he glanced up from The Daily Prophet.

She snorted. "I pay every penny of our rent! If I moved out, you'd get kicked out!"

Ron turned red. "It's not my fault I can't afford everything! You're the one who wanted some fancy apartment near King's Cross!"

Hermione felt her face grow hot. "Well you didn't have to go along with it! You'd be perfectly fine living at home with mummy and daddy wouldn't you?" She shouted at him.

"You'd be bloody fine without me too!" Ron yelled back, jumping up from his chair in the living room.

"I would be! You and I both know I'd be fine on my own, because I'm a responsible adult and I can pay all the bills and get up for work on my own!" Hermione screamed at him, slamming her fist on the coffee table.

"It isn't my fault I come from a poor family, Hermione! If you think you're fine in your own perfect little world, go ahead and try living alone!" Ron shouted furiously. "I guess all you want me for is money, huh? I'm working on getting a job, Hermione, you know that! It just doesn't happen overnight!"

He snatched up his wand off the counter and headed towards the door.

"Fine! I won't miss you!" Hermione screamed as the door slammed.

Oh how very wrong she was.

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Hermione was in the kitchen cooking spaghetti for dinner. She was trying to push the thought of Ron out of her mind, and turned on the radio but it didn't help much.

Ron loved spaghetti. But only when Hermione made it. Anywhere else he refused it.

Why had she let him walk out? She knew he was sensitive about money. He had thought he wasn't good enough for Hermione for that very reason. She had tried to tell him otherwise and finally just kissed him to shut him up.

She wished she could do that know. It had been two months since the two fought. Ron had come and got his belongings while Hermione was at the ministry. It was just another stupid bicker that led to a shouting match, but they usually got over those quickly. What was so different about this one?

Hermione sighed. She had burnt the sauce. She turned the stove off and made herself a plate of food. She wanted to make garlic bread, but that was one of her and Ron's favorites and she didn't want to eat it without him.

As she sat at the table, Hermione wondered about Ron. Where was he staying? At home? With Harry and Ginny? At George's above the joke shop? She imagined him sitting across from her at their small dinner table.

It was made for two, not one.