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Hermione had returned for her eighth year at Hogwarts. Despite her endless nagging, her Griffindor boys would not be joining her. They had instead joined the auror forces, without taking their NEWTS.
Hermione on the other hand wanted to earn her place at wherever she ended up based on her achievements not her status as a war heroine. Though she reminded herself of this almost daily since the end of august when she learned they wouldn’t be joining her on the Hogwarts express, it still stung to go to Platform 9 3/4 alone to an empty compartment and reread ‘Hogwarts a History’ agin to herself.
About halfway through the trip Hermione gave up on learning anything new and instead reminisced of the night that had led her to where she was now during one of the many celebrations that occurred once the dust settled from the final battle.
Hermione was in hers and Ginny’s room at the Burrow feeling quite buzzed from a few too many butter beers and quite pissed off after a fight her and Ron had had. He called her a frigid prude just because she didn’t want him feeling her up in front of his whole family! If he wanted some time together why didn’t he just pluck up the courage and ask her to go somewhere instead of hanging around his parents place all the time.
A timid knock came through the door and though she was quite pissed still she bid the person on the other side entrance.
“hey Mione… sorry about before *hiccup* I think my tempers just been running a bit high…” Ron said with a cheeky grin and sounding like he had a bit more to drink than butter beer. “you know what might release some of that pent up energy?” He said with a suggestive eye motion.
”and what pray tell might that be Ronald? Just because I slept with you before doesn’t mean I want to again!” Hermione replied with a stomp. It wasn’t that she was frigid or a prude… she just didn’t particularly enjoy sex with Ron. With Harry though, that was another story. While Ron was selfish in bed Harry took all the love and affection he didn’t get as a child and gave it to his lover. She had been with Harry a few times after the final battle but once he and Ginny made up that was off the table and she had tried to give it an honest go with Ron.
“C’mon Mione, don’t be like that. I’ve been practicing, I bet I could even make you cum this time.” He said like that was such a selfless thing for a guy to offer.
“Oh so NOW you care about my pleasure Ron?!? After ‘practicing’?! And who has this practice been with? Why would I wanna be your number 2 choice AGAIN. Get out of my face Ron, leave me alone. If I never see you again it would be too soon!!” Hermione screamed at him.
That has been two weeks before on the night they told her they wouldn’t be returning to Hogwarts and neither Ron nor Harry had spoken to her since. She had tried to reason with Harry but he was a bit apprehensive about their sexual history and ‘didn’t feel it was his place’. She did feel bad about leaving things like that with them but she couldn’t get over Ron’s assumption she would be okay with being his second choice again. After that Hermione had gone back to her parents empty house to finish her summer break. She enjoyed the freedom she had being away from the Borrow but she did miss her friends and Mollys 5 star cooking. She sighed looking out the window wondering what other surprises this year might bring.