"How could you?"
"How could you?" Hermione pleaded again.
Her eyes were glassy from shock and her voice getting hoarser by the minute.
She looked deep in the eyes of the person she thought loved her. The truth hitting her like a ton of bricks.
Suddenly her hurt turned to a surge of anger.
"I loved you, and turned around to her without a second thought? Ronald, why and how long?" She huffed sorrowfully.
Ron started to count on his fingers. Then said without sympathy, "Two years."
This sentence bounced around her striking her like a bell. And she felt her knees give out from under her.
"We have children!" she cried.
"Well you are always concerned with them and not your husband," he supplied shrugging.
With that, she apparated straight the Ministry of Magic, headed straight for the Marriage sign.
When she got there, she frowned and waited impatiently, till she made the front of the line.
"Hermione Jean Granger."
"Hermione Jean---," and the lady finally popped her head out of her papers, and sighed, "Mrs. Granger, how can I help you?"
"I would like a divorce," she said firmly.
The manager quickly came over.
"Shhh, Mrs. Granger, please don't say something like that too loud," the manager chortled nervously, it's not everyday you see the heroine of the Wizarding War.
"I WILL TELL THE WHOLE WORLD IF I CHOOSE, I AM GETTING DIVORCED!" Hermione screamed angrily.
