(In this story you are an adult are a new teacher at Hogwarts when you run into an old friend. In this Hermione and him never got married.)
Walking with trepidation to McGonagall's office. I approached the golden gargoyle and said the password.
"Lemon drops." Before the gargoyle began to revolve, revealing a spiral stairway leading to her office, you said.
I strolled down the stairs until I came to the entrance to McGonagall's office. I hear a faint "come in" when I knock on the door. I enter, locking the wooden door behind me and taking a seat in front of McGonagall.
"I see, Miss L/n, that you'd like to teach here at Hogwarts, am I correct?" She questioned me, her hands behind her back, as she stared over at me.
"Yes, ma'am, that is correct," I answered, a big smile on my face.
"All well, then. I'm assuming you want to teach your favorite subjects... DADA isn't it?" She inquired, which just made my smile wider.
"Yes, professor," I answered cheerfully, "unless someone else already has the position."
"No, no one has the job. But from now on, it will be yours." She said with a little smile on her lips.
I let out a happy squeal as I clapped my hands. "Can't wait for tomorrow," I exclaimed.
"Your belongings are here with you, correct?" She inquired. With a tiny smile on my face, I nodded.
"All right, they'll be in your dormitory near the classroom." She remarked this as she rose from her chair.
"I'll see you at dinner then," I said as I went out of the office and into my new room.
As I made my way towards the chamber, I collided with a chest, leading me to fall on my bum.
"Oo," I said before looking up to see someone I never expected to see again.
"Y/N?" He inquired, his gaze fixed on me as if I had two heads.
"Ron," I murmured, my voice monotonous.
"It's been so long." He said as he tried to help me up but I denied it and brought myself up.
"I believe so," I answered, trying to keep the tears from welling up in my eyes.
To cut a long tale short, I fell madly in love with my best buddy. After our seventh year together, things began to happen that led to us becoming in love and planning to marry, then... he departed. He went without explaining why, simply as if he hadn't been there the night before.
For months, I cried, convinced that it was my fault and that I was making him uncomfortable. But then I managed to fortify myself by claiming that he had only used me and that you didn't need him. And I moved on, sort of.
"I am so sorry." That's a first.
"You ought to be! Leaving me in the house we shared with no sign or indication as to where you might be!" I only now realized tears were slipping from my eyes, prompting me to brush them away hurriedly.
"I-" I cut him off because I didn't want to hear it.
"Pay close attention to me. I'm going to work here, and I don't want you to apologize to me. I'm sick of you and your presence, so just get away from me." I muttered this before heading off to my room, leaving a bewildered yet hurt-looking Weasley behind.
I resumed my journey by sprinting to my room, tears streaming down my cheeks and a loud sob escaping my lips.
I hurried to my room and cried even harder when I got there. Sobs filled my room, reverberating off the walls and making me cry even harder.
"What have I done to deserve this?" I inquired before drifting off to a deep sleep.
