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Standing at the back door
She tried to make it fast


Hermione’s hand brushed against the doorway, the slippery wood bringing memories back of the happy days, when she and Ron first bought the house, with plans for a great future, a family and so much more. The dreams of that world had come crashing down around them the day Hermione found out the injuries she had suffered in the battles of her schooldays had hurt her badly enough that she was infertile.

One tear hit the hard wood
It fell like broken glass


Sobbing as silently as she could manage, she ran across the back lawn and into the garage, where she kept her car. She’d just never taken to brooms. Sliding the key into the door lock, she darted into the garage and leaned against the wall, her sobs shaking her entire body as her anguish poured over her.

She said sometimes love slips away
And you just can't get it back
Let's face it


Walking slowly to the car, Hermione let everything wash over her; all the pain, all the tears and all the good moments from their marriage, from walking down the aisle to the moment she made her decision to save herself.

For one split second
She almost turned around


She couldn’t help herself - turning only her neck, Hermione glanced out the open doorway back to the little house, the one Ron had saved his precious money for since the day he finished paying for her ring. Shame tiptoed down her neck, almost making her walk back into the house.

But that would be like pouring rain drops
Back into a cloud

Hermione took a deep breath and turned back around. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to focus on what she needed to do. Leave.

So she took another step and said
I see the way out and I'm gonna' take it


Opening the door to her car, Hermione slid in and waved her wand at the garage door to close it, and opened the front one with her remote. She started the car and, rolling down the window, eased out of the garage, and away from her lie of a life. As she entered the street, she sped up and drove as fast as she dared.

I don't wanna' spend my life jaded
Waiting to wake up one day and find
That I've let all these years go by
Wasted


Tears pouring down her cheeks, Hermione drove far and fast, outside of her Wizarding community, past the Muggle suburbs, down to the center of London and lost herself in the busy streets, driving until the only thoughts in her mind were clutch, shift, gas until another memory doubled her over the steering wheel at a stoplight.

Another glass of whiskey but it still don't kill the pain
So he stumbles to the sink and pours it down the drain


Waking up in a stupor, Ron stumbled up off of his chair and walked jerkily to the kitchen. Dirty dishes piled high in the sink, he reached for a cup and poured whiskey into it. Gulping the fire down, he poured another, trying to stop the pain, trying to push it all away. It hasn’t been working, and today is no better and he puts the cup down. The bottle was empty anyways.

“Hermione!” Ron yelled, waiting for an answer, knowing it will never come.

He says it's time to be a man and stop living for yesterday
Gotta face it.


For the first time in weeks, Ron stepped into the shower and scrubbed himself clean. Afterwards, he brushed his teeth and vainly searched the house for clean laundry before putting on some that isn’t too bad. Finally, he stepped out of the house and Apparated to his parent’s house.

Cause' I don't wanna' spend my life jaded
Waiting to wake up one day and find
That I've let all these years go by
Wasted


Having no destination, Hermione drove until it was dark. She had enough petrol to drive even until morning, and drove around London, past old friends’ houses, past the entrance to Diagon Alley, past King Cross Station, St. Mungo’s, letting memory after memory wash over her to delay having to think about where to go next, and what to do.

Oh I don't wanna' keep on wishing, missing
The still of the morning, the color of the night


“Ron.” Mrs. Weasley stood in the doorway of her house, looking up into her youngest son’s bloodshot eyes, too dry to even muster tears.

“Mum. I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” Ron stumbled into Mrs. Weasley’s arms, crying dry sob after sob, mumbling nonsense into her shoulder, unable to let go. “I’m done, Mum, I’m done. She’s gone, and I can’t do this anymore.”

I ain't spending no more time
Wasted

Mrs. Weasley brought Ron into the house, sitting him down in the kitchen and giving him the first food he’s had in a week.

“I mean it, Mum. I’m done. I can’t go on like this anymore. I already lost her once, and now I lost her again, and I can’t do that.”

“She’s not coming back, Ron. She won’t ever come back.”

She kept drivin' along
Till the moon and the sun were floating side-by-side


Hermione finally stopped driving in the middle of nowhere, petrol still in the tank, but she had run out of ways to block her mind. Leaning back in the seat, completely cried out, she made her decision as she watched the moon disappear as the sun rose into the sky. She stayed there half the day, cars driving past, the people in them staring at her.

He looked in the mirror and his eyes were clear
For the first time in a while


Ron looked up from his plate, answering his mother’s stare. He’d been staying with his parent’s for a week, clearing his system.

“Ron, I’m afraid you’re going to do something stupid,” Mrs. Weasley sighed as she put more food on his plate.

“Mum, I’ve already made the stupidest decision I could. I know I really don’t have anything left to lose, but I’m not taking the chance of losing it again,” Ron stared defiantly back. For the first time in three years, he was sober and he was proud.

Hey, yeah,
Oh, I don't wanna' spend my life jaded
Waiting to wake up one day and find
That I've let all these years go by
Wasted


Turning the key in the ignition, Hermione drove, finally with a clear goal. She had gotten away, and now she was moving on. Driving to the heart of London, she pulled into an alley and parked. Walking quickly to a familiar brick wall, she tapped a sequence and entered one of her favorite places in the world - Diagon Alley. The smells, the sounds, the sights of shops, people and magical items clouded her senses and made her goal sharper in her mind.

Oh I don't wanna' keep on wishing, missing
The still of the morning, the color of the night


Ron stepped up to the fireplace, a handful of Floo powder grasped in his fist. Throwing it down, he yelled,

“Diagon Alley!” and in no time, was zooming through the fireplaces.

Arriving with a thunk, he righted himself and, brushing off the soot, stepped through the alley quickly.

I ain't spending no more time
Wasted


Hermione slipped inside Flourish and Blotts and walked to the counter, waiting for the manager to finish a sale. When he had finished, she stepped up to the counter and spoke quickly with him.

“I’ve come for an employment application,” Hermione spoke firmly, without a quaver in her voice.

“I’m sorry, we’re not hiring right now,” the shop manager answered, quite disdainfully. Hermione moved to the next shop, finally being hired at the Apothecary. Ron hadn’t wanted her to get a job, and she had no money.

Oh, I don't wanna' spend my life jaded
Waiting to wake up one day and find
That I've let all these years go by
Wasted


Ron saw her, just a glimpse, with a smock on, measuring ingredients at the Apothecary for what seemed to be a new Hogwarts student. Searching his memory, he realized it was August 31st. He walked towards the shop, but somebody stepped into his way and stalled him, giving him time to think. She had left him. Maybe it was time to move on.

He turned around and walked away.

Yeah, yeah
Oh I don't wanna' keep on wishing, missing
The still of the morning, the color of the night
I ain't spending no more time
Wasted


Author's Note:
I don't know if I'm happy with this story, I know I'm really happy with the beginning but once I began with Ron I'm not sure about from there on. It was hard to write his part, but I think this works for now I will probably come back later and re-write it, but maybe not.This song has a lot of meaning to me, not necessarily in the way I portray it in this fiction, but in other ways. I really hope you enjoyed reading this, please review, critique is fine but please don't be rude I really worked hard on this. The song is Wasted by Carrie Underwood, one of my favorite music artists, and all copyrights to the lyrics are hers. Hermione Granger/Weasley, Ron Weasley and Mrs. Weasley are all characters copyrighted to JK Rowling and I don't own or claim to own any of them or the lyrics to the song. I also do not own any HP settings/places/etc. that are mentioned in the HP series.

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