written for the golden snitch 'the snitch cup'

school: hogwarts

points: 10

animal claimed: unicorn

prompts: write a story on two characters breaking up

stage: racing

word count: 704

a/n: ohhh i'm so close to winning, i've spent so much time on this

. . .

"Ron?"

"Hey."

"I just — well, I've been thinking —"
"Hermione, when are you not thinking?"

"Ahh, don't interrupt. As I was saying, I've been thinking of starting some more Care of Magical Creatures —"

"You mean like spew?"

"Hush, Ronald. It's S.P.E.W., not spew. I meant to say I was thinking about some more protests for the rights of these magical creatures, you know, because Thestrals are considered so dark when really they're quite peaceful, pretty little creatures, and that time in first year with all the unicorn blood. I mean, why can't we treat these animals like humans? Oh, and house elves barely got their rights, either — the Ministry just doesn't want to give those to them, it's infuriating — oh!"

"I got you to shut up, didn't I?"

"Oh, but Ronald! You can't just listen to me for once?"

"That — that wasn't what I meant —"

"But that's what you did, didn't you?"

"Hey, Hermione, we don't need to — to just fight and bicker all day the way we did back in, I 'dunno, fifth year…? I meant to be a good boyfriend, and really you talk so fast I could barely register what you were even saying — how about this, we can write down your ideas and pitch them to the Ministry, how does that sound?"

"Oh...all right, Ron."

. . .

"Hey, Hermione?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, would you look over this paper I've got to make for the Auror offices —"

"Ronald, you procrastinator! You got that one last week!"

"Yes, I procrastinate very much, I know, 'Mione. But I've still got to do it, you know."

"At twelve in the night. Wonderful!"

"No need for the sarcasm —"

"Well, what else am I supposed to use? Gentle words? They don't work any longer. And your constant putting off of every single task is getting annoying rather than endearing. Ron, you need to sort out your priorities!"

"Oh, shut up, Hermione, with your blabbering every single second. It's getting annoying rather than endearing. You need to lighten up!"

"Well, how am I supposed to lighten up if I'm not getting any sleep — especially now that you're keeping me up at night in a most undesirable way?"

"I don't know, Hermione. But that's your problem —"

"Oh, my problem now, is it? You're this problem here, and we're married, Ronald Weasley! You need to pull your weight here!"

"I need to pull my weight? Where were you when I was? Where were you when I was in St. Mungo's for a curse?"

"My boss wouldn't let me off, Ron, you know that!"

"That's no excuse, you could've told him the truth!"

"Oh, hush —"

"No, that's your fault, because you keep lying to your boss. What's so bad that you can't tell him the truth?"

"We're both war heroes, Ron, and the Prophet's been out of our lives for so long, I didn't want to ruin that."

"So what happens when I'm out of your life?"

"Ron —"

"I don't want to hear it. Actually, you know what? I'll just have Ginny look over this tomorrow. Good night."

. . .

"Are you cheating on me? With Lavender Brown?"

"What — what makes you think — that?"

"You're always late. And we're always fighting, and you always look so dazed when you come home, and well — there are rumors all over the Prophet, what am I supposed to think?"

"Well, maybe I am, Hermione. But you've been so distant. Always working. You never have time for me, and you spend all your free time with Ginny, complaining about me. She tells me these things, you know, she's my sister."

"And if I do…?"

"We should just stop pretending. I'm tired of this. You're tired of this. It isn't working out. So what do you want, Hermione?"

"...I don't know."

"You hesitated."

"I know."

"You don't want an us anymore, do you?"

"I'm sorry, Ron."

"S'okay. I don't either. And I'm the one cheating on you. I'm sorry, too."

"Well — I suppose — we should get divorce papers."

"Yeah. We should."

"It's better this way, isn't it?"

"Still friends, 'Mione?"

"Friends, Ron. Always."

. . .