Broken

Love

Love is beautiful.

At least, for some it is.

My eyes bore holes onto the cover of the newspaper.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

The picture on the cover clearly explained what was going on. If, the article wasn't bad enough.

RON WEASLY, WAR HERO, WAS CAUGHT SNOGGING PADMA PATIL!

My whole body went numb. No, this isn't real. This is just a bad dream.

It has been a few months since the war ended. Many things have happened.

Ron and I started dating, Harry and Ginny got back together, the war was over. There was finally peace.

At least, others were at peace.

I couldn't escape the media. I was bombarded by paparazzi everywhere I went. It was chaotic. I couldn't even leave the house. I hated it so much. I didn't want to be part of, this whole 'war hero' title. But, Ron on the other hand, loved it. He enjoyed it. But I didn't.

He liked the fame and attention, I liked the quiet and peaceful.

So many times, I wanted to leave. So many rumours, speculations and false reports.

This. This was the final straw.

I gathered my emotions to decide what I wanted to do.

I slowly stalked up the stairs to the toilet attached to my room.

I observed the face looking at me. Her lifeless brown eyes bore into mine. Her once happy smile stretched into a disappointed line across her face.

I was the girl standing in the mirror. I was now the shell of my old self.

I casted a quick packing spell to get some 'essential items' I needed. I walked over to my desk to retrieve a pen and a piece of paper.

Dear Ron,
By the time you are reading this, I have already left. Please do not come and find me. I decided this for myself.
I cannot believe the article I read on the daily prophet. But in all honesty, you and I both know that it's true.
So, to make it official, I no longer want to be part of your love life. If your wish is to be with her, go for it.
I am not saying I'm not hurt, because I am. I am humiliated beyond measure.
Please understand what I am doing is for myself, not for anybody else.

All the best, Hermione

I folded the piece of paper and left it on my bed with the issue of The Daily Prophet. I casted a non verbal levitation spell on the suitcase and made my way downstairs.

I stood at the door staring at it. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay. But I knew I couldn't. I was no longer the Hermione everyone else thought I was. I was, broken. I stepped outside

Diagon Alley.

I apparated right outside The Leaky Cauldron and waltzed inside. I made my way to the most secluded area of the bar.

I had no prefance to what I should drink. I just wanted to drink my thoughts away. I just wanted to leave reality.

Eventually I ordered 10 shots of Fore Whiskey. So I could make the voices, go away.

If I had much strength in me left.

I just kept drinking and drinking. Eventually after a few shots, I lost it and started crying.

The person I loved, threw my aside.

Before I could do anything, i fell into a well of dizziness.

•
•
•
•
•
•
Hello bitches! I was free so I decided to write a chapter on Hermione's part!