Chapter 1: What the F--K?

Jab, Jab!

An exhausted Hermione Granger was just about ready to collapse on the stoop in front of her flat and leave it at that. She had been running to and fro all day at St. Mungos (as she had decided to become a healer and was now, unsurprisingly, the head of her department) and all she wanted now was to get home to the flat she shared with Harry Potter, no-longer-the-boy-who-lived-but-the-man-who-won, and her boyfriend. That's right, they were together. She and Harry had been living together since their second year together. They had been together for 5 years, ever since the final battle where Harry finally put an end to all the cruelty that was Voldemort.

But that's not helping me right now is it! Hermione thought furiously. Damn Door. She decided to give another go before blowing the bloody door to smithereens. The key went in, she turned the handle, and pushed open the door to one of her worst fears. She froze. There, on the couch, their couch, was both Harry and Ginny, snogging their brains out.

Well, actually, Ginny seems to be the one doing the snogging. Harry is laying there, rather rigidly, if you ask me…it was a setup. You know Harry would never do this to you, he loves you. But Hermione either wasn't listening to that part of her mind or just didn't care.

"What the- How could you- I thought- HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!" She blurted out before she could stop herself, not that it wasn't anything she didn't want to say.

She tried to ignore it, but some part of her knew Harry had at least appeared to be struggling to get up and away from Ginny when she came in. However, it was nothing like the flash in which he detached himself from her when he heard Hermione's voice.

"Hermione! It's not what you think!" He cried. He knew she wouldn't listen now, but he had to at least try. He had to try and make her understand. But it was too late.

"HARRY POTTER, YOU ARE THE BIGGEST ARSE HOLE I HAVE EVER HAD THE MISFORTUNE OF MEETING! IT'S OVER AND AS OF NOW, I HATE YOU!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, before turning on her heel and running as fast and as far away from that god forsaken flat, as she could at the moment.

His heart cracked and broke in two at her words, then finally shattered at the sight of her leaving. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't stand, he couldn't think, hell, he could barely see straight and he fell backwards onto the couch. Putting his head in his hands, it was a moments of unbearable silence before he felt a hand slide on to his thigh.

"Its okay, Harry, now that Hermione is out of the picture, you and I can be together again, remember? Just like the good old days back at Hogwarts?"

All his hurt seemed to bubble into angry at that moment, she wasn't even sorry. Before Ginny even knew what was going on, Harry had jumped up, an angry fire blazing in his eyes, and he had her by her arm, dragging her up off the couch.

For the first time in her life, Ginny Weasley was truly afraid of Harry Potter. "You better stay the FUCK away from me. I want nothing to do with you. EVER AGAIN. You just screwed up the best thing I had in my life so that you could rid yourself of some fucking randiness! It doesn't fucking work that way! You can't mess with people's lives like that!" He held her tightly by the arm, so tightly that she was quite sure it would leave a mark for her to find in the morning.

She tried yanking her arm away, but to no avail. "You can't talk to me like that! Let go of my arm, Harry! You're hurting me!" She yelled back indignantly.

"I can talk to you however the fuck I want to right now! You're just a stupid little girl who was spoiled too much and then got a crush on me, we went out, but when you realized you couldn't have me anymore, you decided no one could! Reality check, it's not your fucking choice!" He retaliated, he pushed her towards the door and showed her the real meaning of being 'thrown out of the house'.

In his unbridled show of anger, he slammed the door so hard, he ended up shattering it. It went almost unnoticed by him. He was numb. He slowly, made his way over to the couch, or rather the small table by the couch, and picked up the two empty glasses and the unopened bottle of champagne, then made his way over to the kitchen where he put the glasses back into the cupboard while the champagne was left discarded on the counter as a sad reminder. It took all he had to walk over to the stairs and pull his way towards his bedroom. It would still be 'our' bedroom if I could've gotten away faster, gotten Hermione to listen. No, this isn't her fault at all. It's my fault. It's all my fault. I'm such an idiot. What the hell am I going to do without her?

When he reached the bedroom, the lights were still dimmed, the candles still lit, the soft music still playing, virtually untouched, as if unaware that anything had happened. He went to each candle and blew them out, feeling as though more and more of his hope was going with each extinguished flame. He turned off the music with a wave of his wand, which then realized he could have used to do everything else with, and made his way over to the bedside table where one candle was still lit. His heart clenched, as it flickered teasingly over a small unopened burgundy box. He reached toward the table and picked it up. He sat down on the bed and stared at the box for a long while before slowly opening it to reveal a brilliantly carved, emerald stone set in a gold band that shimmered in the candle light.

(Flashback to earlier that evening)

He was going to propose to her. He was going to so it that night. He had it all set up, he got off work early and went to the jeweler's, where he picked up the newly inscribed ring that read HP+HG Forever, before returning to their flat where he set up the room as romantically as possible for (what he hoped to be) a long, vigorous night of…fun. Then he made his way downstairs, cleaning as he went. He got to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, pulling out a cold bottle of champagne while non-verbally summoning two champagne glasses. He brought them over to the side table by the couch and put them down. He picked up her favorite movie and popped it into the DVD player, when he heard the front door open and close. Before he had a chance to turn around, two small hands covered his eyes and a seductive voice whispered into his ears.

"Don't open your eyes."

"Hermione?" He questioned, she didn't quite sound like herself. He felt her tense up behind him then relax a second later.

"Shhhh. Don't talk." The voice whispered again. He felt the hands turning around, but he did as he was told and didn't open his eyes. He felt lips crushing into his, kissing him deeply and, thinking that this was Hermione, he responded quite eagerly. He felt himself being pushed backwards on the couch, never breaking the kiss. He ran his tongue along her lower lip and she opened her mouth immediately. It was then when he realized something was off. Hermione doesn't taste like this, she tastes better than this. What the hell? His eyes shot open to fiery red hair. Oh shit! Ginny! Right when he had put his hands on her shoulders he heard the front door open and close again. His stomach dropped. He heard the sound of desperation in the other person's voice. Hermione's voice. He pushed Ginny as hard as he could away and stood up in a flash.

"Hermione! It's not what think…"

(end flashback)

He sighed, knowing he had screwed up pretty badly. He might as well have shot himself in the heart. It's better than this feeling, whatever it is, is. He thought as he flung himself backwards onto the bed and groaning loudly into his hands. What I am going to do without her?