A/N: this is based off Take The Lead… extremely good movie and with a plot that just needs a little bit of tweaking how could it go wrong? We shall soon find out…

Edited thanks to my lovely new beta Lucy! AKA... uhm I can't remember her pen name at the moment... D sorry...

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter and the plot is barely mine it is loosely based of the movie Take The Lead as I have mentioned.

Summery: They were meant to hate each other. Slytherin and Gryffindor. Pureblood and Mudblood. But did they really want to hate each other just to please the crowd? Just to do what was expected?

Take The Lead

I never wanted to break his heart, and I never wanted him to break mine, but it turned out that he did…

He cheated and flirted.

Was I just a late rebound? Did he ever get over Brown?

Am I just a peon who feels that I have to validate myself by being in a relationship?

He was only romantic when Brown was around. How did I not see it? I thought he loved me. I was a love struck fool. A teenage girl desperate for love. From whom I did not care. I had always believed in fairytale romance. That a handsome princely character would sweep me off my feet. That all I had to do was wait around for Mr. Right to come along. So I waited. I lowered the bar and waited some more. Lowering the bar till it could go no lower. Waiting till I could wait no longer.

Then Ron came along. Sure he had always been there but during a war things change. People change. He changed. I changed. I changed for him.

Ron went from a caring friend to a manipulating, womanizing tool. But I was blinded by love. I tricked myself into loving him. I was blind to the flirtations and cheating. Oh, I knew it was happening I just didn't want to accept it.

Then one night I was forced to accept it.

Flash back

Hermione was walking down the Charms corridor; the last corridor she had to check before she could go to bed. As she passed the first years classroom she heard the dull thunk of wood hitting wood.

Thinking it was Peeves, she drew her wand before opening the door.

She shrieked at what she saw. With the sound of a plunger being pulled from a sink, Ron and Lavender broke apart.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Hermione screeched.

"Oh…erm…just…erm…Hermione, we're through," Ron stammered.

"You sick twisted bastard and you! I trusted you! I thought you were my friend! You stupid hoe of a cow!" Hermione crossed the room in three strides before slapping each in turn. She turned on her heel and marched out of the room with as much dignity as a woman who has just been scorned by her lover.

Once she was back in the heads dorm she stormed up the stair case before letting her tears spill. She had known it would come but she had hoped it would never come. No body liked to be alone; she was no exception to this rule.

End flash back

Now I'm was lying on my bed, staring at the canopy, wallowing in self-pity.

How sad can I get?

No boyfriend because he dumped me after cheating on me.

A know-it-all.

And to top it all off: I've been roped into a ballroom dancing class. Sad fact: I have no partner. It's not that I'm not pretty it's that no one wants to dance with the bookworm. I don't blame them but other prejudices died out when Harry killed Voldemort, why haven't those degrading labels such as bookworm and whore? Argh. The world is full of idiots.

"Granger? Are you alright?"

Just what I needed. Zabini. Maybe I could vent on him? Eh. It's worth a shot.

"Of course I am! I always break up with Weasley then cry and think my life is a worthless waste of time! It's my favourite past time!"

"No need to be that way. I just wanted to see if you wanted to talk about it."

"When hell freezes over, Zabini!"

"Damn Gryfindors. Always so damn proud and stubborn."

"Shove it Zabini!"

Hmm…better than I thought…I should vent more often…wonder where Malfoy is…