crossroads; a multitude

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A/N- Don't yell at me. I'm sorry. These chapters are hard to write, leave a comment, I love you all.
- xx Belle
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The bright sun from outside woke Hermione out of her light sleep as it bathed her room.

She couldn't help but groan loudly as the realization that the day previous hadn't been a dream hit her, hard. Hermione tossed herself roughly from her back onto her stomach and put her face in her hands. After wallowing in self pity for ten or so minutes, she decided to begrudgingly pull herself out of her ever-so-warm bed, but that's when she remembered that she didn't have any of her toiletries; no toothbrush and toothpaste, no hairbrush, nothing. The brunette lazily lifted her phone to check the time, 9:00am. Well, she hadn't been planning to go to work anyhow, she supposed it didn't matter that she was beyond late. She began to think of her options. Blaise would be at work already, Pansy would be at her shop. Theodore would be god knows where, and Malfoy would most likely be at his office. She could always risk a trip to her apartment to grab her things? Yes, she decided that was the way to go.

The witch quickly threw on the clothes that Pansy had so kindly let her borrow, and swiftly transfigured her heels from the night previous into ballet flats. Sighing, she lifted her wand and apparated to her apartment with a loud crack, messy hair and all.

Now she was standing outside of the door, and couldn't bring herself to go in.

No, she thought, she had made it this far, and there was no point in backing down now. Hermione immediately went to work on bringing down all of the wards she had placed on the apartment, a tedious job indeed. Once finished, she put a hand on the silver door handle and pushed.

She stepped in quietly, warily sweeping her gaze over the apartment to make sure Ron wasn't there. Figuring her ex-fiancé must have stayed elsewhere the previous night, she hurried in, and was delighted to realize that her bedroom was empty before she quickly pulled out her suitcase to fill with her things. Distracted, hastily tossing in blouses, jeans, shoes, makeup, books, and all of her other belongings, she hadn't noticed the ginger enter the room.

"So you were just going to disappear then? With no goodbye, no explanation? I thought all of these years meant more than that, I know they did to me." Her eyes widened in shock. Fuck. Hermione slowly turned around to face Ron.

"Ron." As she met his broken gaze, he looked away, but not before she could see the hurt and blood-shot eyes of her former lover.

"I'm sorry, I just– I just can't look at you right now." He was cradling a bottle of firewhiskey as he kept his eyes firmly planted on the ground. Hermione felt her own eyes well up with tears.

"Why would you leave me like that, Mione... How could you..." his hoarse voice choked out.

"Ron I'm so sorr–"

"No, I don't want an apology. I want an explanation. Not now though, right now I'd appreciate if you'd just take your things and leave."

"Ron I–"

"Just go Hermione, get out." She zipped up her suitcase after tossing in the last of her belongings, the guilt reigniting in the pit of her stomach.

"I'm sorry," she said again, before apparating back to her new building, the pop of her exit leaving a hollow feeling in both of their minds.