{9} The Truth

it all comes out

Ron stared at Hermione and point blankly said, "You've got to be kidding me?" Three hours passed in silence when she said those dreadful four words. It dawned on him, that it was the only course of action they should be taking.

Ron slowly nodded toward Hermione and was about to respond when Ginny flooed into Hermione's house. She could feel the heated stare from Ron toward Hermione, while Hermione was looking quite calm and somewhat happier than normal.

Ginny was nervous and something wasn't fitting right with her. Lavender was acting happier than normal, Ron was grinning like an idiot last night, and Hermione here was grinning widely. What the hell is going on? she thought nervously to herself.

Ginny stared at Ron and asked quite sternly, "Why are you suddenly so happy? What is going on here?"

Hermione tapped Ginny on her shoulder to get her attention and grinned at Ginny. She said in an quivering voice, "Ron and I are getting a divorce. He is cheating on me."

Ginny gaped and narrowed her eyes into thin slits toward Ron. "Cheating. On. Your. Wife." she hissed. "Wait till the family finds out. Out of curiosity, who are you cheating with?"

Ron quietly whispered, "Lavender Brown."

In that moment, time stopped as both Hermione and Ginny sucked in their breath, murderous stares shooting daggers at Ron. Ron took a step back at the two women glaring at him. Ginny whipped her wand out and shoved the point right into Ron's chest.

"Tell me, this is a joke, Ronald Weasely. Tell me you are not cheating on your wife with my girlfriend?" her anger was coming out with every word said. Before Ron could utter a single word, Ginny shot a deadly bat-bogey curse before storming off.

Hermione was trying hard not laugh. She glared coldly at Ron before turning her back on him and disappeared into her bedroom. She flopped onto her bed and collapsed into a fit of laughter at what just happened. Hermione couldn't control her laughter until she almost missed the owl shrieking at her window. Squealing and nervous at the same time, she took the letter from the owl and watched it soar in the sky back to its owner.

Hermione sunk back into her bed and slowly unrolled the parchment. Her heart beat wildly as she started to read,

Dear Hermione, (Can I call you that?)