crossroads; a multitude

.01

A/N- Hi, this is me. Please comment,
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xx - Belle
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Hermione sat in her onyx Mercedes-Benz CLK500 at a stoplight in muggle London, twisting the diamond-sapphire engagement ring that lay around her long, slim, ring finger. She had been planning to break it off for a long time you see – the engagement of course – but she had never gotten around to it. It was so unlike her to procrastinate to such an extensive degree, yet she had waited until she was at the altar to leave Ron.

The disastrous scene was running over and over again in her mind. The wedding march playing, Harry's firm grip on her delicate arm as he walked her down the aisle, Molly Weasley's massive sobs, everyone with their approving eyes glued on her. Kingsley reading their vows, Ron saying, "I do." And then of course, her hesitation before those words had slithered their way out of her unforgiving mouth, "I can't."

She couldn't look in Ron's usually dazzling blue eyes after that, she just couldn't. She couldn't bare to look and see that the radiant light had left them after she had said those seemingly unthinkable words; the guilt would have been too much as she knew it was  her and only her fault. All of Hermione's Gryffindor courage seemed to have instantly vanished after she had blatantly rejected her groom to be. She tried to ignore the gasps, questions, whispers and cries of outrage. "Wha- what do you mean you can't?" Ron's cracking voice had called after her.

What had she done though? She had fled. Hermione had swiftly apparated to her automobile before jumping in and driving away. Where to? She wasn't sure. She was still in her wedding dress; her elegant, beautiful wedding gown. The dress that hadn't even gotten to see the end of a ceremony. Hot, salty, sorry tears spilled down her cheeks as she laid one satin, sapphire pump gently on the gas pedal.

Surely Ron would never forgive her. He loved Hermione to the core, and she knew it. She loved him to the moon and back, so why had she felt to leave him? She had no clue, it just hadn't seemed right.

What was the witch to do now? She couldn't go back to her shared apartment with Ron, she couldn't go to The Burrow, she couldn't face Harry and Ginny. That was when she had seen it. The enormous, expensive looking, black marble wizarding condominium that had just recently been finished.

Desperate times call for desperate measures right?

Hermione decided that since today she was going to make crazy and uncalled for decisions, she may as well go all out.

Go hard or go home, they say.

The brunette pulled the sapphire clip out of her hair; she'd have to owl that back to Ginny later. Her hair now fell freely in soft almond waves down her shoulders. Pulling the car into the nearly vacant lot, Hermione pushed open the door and forcefully slammed it shut, once carefully stepping out.

She knew that she looked like a mess, she felt like one. Hoisting up her light, polar white gown, she made her way to the entrance. Swinging open the modern glass doors, Hermione was greeted by a lady in a crisp, jet black pantsuit in front of a sturdy mahogany desk. The girl in front of her was stunning to say the least. Her raven hair ran down the sides of her face in long, straight strands. She had elegant features, soft pink lips, a long nose and hazel, almond shaped eyes.

She looked up at Hermione.

"You're Hermione Granger!" the girl exclaimed.