Hello beautiful people people! I am trying something new for me here, as I haven't ever written a Fanfiction before.. Any mistakes are mine of course but the Wonderful World of Harry Potter is not... I just decided that some people just aren't matched well. Anyway please let me know what you think! -Rex

"What about me?" She cried as if her heart was wrenched out of her chest at his words. Ron looked at her with an increasingly uncomfortable look on his face. The very pregnant blonde next to him looking smug as he told her the baby was his. After a year of being with Hermione and even a very elaborate proposal, Hermione had thought that they were going to be together forever.

"You were also so busy with work and helping Harry, you stopped having time for me." Hermione snorted at his excuse, but they both knew that Lavender wasn't the only one, she was just the one that managed to get pregnant. As soon as Ron had started playing keeper for the Cannons the girls had started coming out of the woodwork, the gossips magazines coming out with a different story every week. Not Ron, Hermione had thought, Ron would never betray me like that. Well she couldn't have been more wrong. So much for the benefit of the doubt. She thought to herself as she tried to meet his eyes and he avoided her gaze like a dog caught drinking out of the toilet.

Slowly as if it pained her, Hermione took of her red ruby engagement ring. He hadn't been able to afford much, when he proposed, having not been drafted as a high paying Qudditch player yet. As she looked at the tiny ruby that sparkled in the light Hermione grew angry, how dare he, she thought to herself and looking up into Lavenders smug face was not at all helping to calm her down.

Ron recognizing the look on her face, started to try and say something, "Don't." Hermione cut him off, her one single word containing enough venom that Voldemort himself would have recoiled. Suddenly she looked at Lavender with a smile on her face, "I hope you enjoy cheap gaudy gifts and watching him shovel food in his mouth as if he is dying of starvation. I wish you all the best with your nest filled with 20 ginger kids and no money to support them, and when you no longer have the time or energy to pay him any attention, I pray there isn't a young blonde in the wings waiting to take him from you. Yes, I wish you a lifetime of looking over your shoulder waiting to see who catches his fancy next. May you forever be beautiful, because when your looks fade and are no longer keeping his attention and your body is used up from having his many kids, you will then know that there is no selfish deed that Karma does not repay threefold." with those parting words taking the smug look right off Lavender's made up face, Hermione swept out of the house with a twirl of her robes that would make even Severus Snape smile.

6 weeks later...

Hermione woke to her alarm blaring at 6.00 am, today was a new day. Headmistress Mcgonagall had asked Hermione to start teaching at Hogwarts, and of course Hermione had jumped at the opportunity. Harry was already teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Neville had officially taken over the Herbology position last year. Hermione had been given a choice, Transfiguration or Muggle Studies. While initially Hermione had wanted Transfiguration, she knew from experience that the Muggle Studies program was lacking and often had many miscommunications.

She didn't know who had been chosen to take over the Transfiguration position, but she assumed that the Headmistress had just seen fit to keep teaching it as well as be the Headmistress. Today however, was two days before the Welcoming Feast and the last day of Hermione's lease to her little one bedroom flat. With a flick of her wrist the last of her things shrunk themselves and flew into their designated boxes. She then shrunk the boxes and put them into her bag. Putting her keys on the counter she looked around one last time at her little 2 month flat.

She had decided starting over from scratch was better than asking Ron for anything that was in the house they had shared, Harry however, had taken it upon himself to bring her the books she deemed important and the little photo album of her parents'. She really hadn't needed much space, so this little flat had been perfect. She did look forward to her personal rooms at Hogwarts though. Hermione sighed, it would be good to be back among the children learning and the smell of fresh parchment.

"Goodbye, little flat" she whispered as she apparated to her new home.

Mcgonagall was waiting for her at the gate as she arrived. "Miss Granger, how lovely to see you" She said as she approached, " or should I say Professor hmm?" Hermione smiled at the teasing tone in her former professors voice. "You may just call me Hermione these day's Headmistress." Hermione replied,"after all we have been through together, we should hardly be so formal."

"I hope that goes for all of us." Another voice said behind her. Turning around at the noise Hermione's jaw almost dropped as Draco Malfoy strolled up the path, his signature smirk on his face.