For gwcarver who gave me a brilliant prompt for my JealousAngry!Quinn woes. I just wish I could have done it more justice. Unbeta'd and most likely filled with errors since I've been grading and editing blogs all day and am running on four hours of sleep and a caffeine high. My apologies. .; I own nothing.

Quinn and Hermione had flown out from Columbus so Quinn could finally meet the people closest to Hermione and also to start sorting out for when they made the official move to London. They met up with Harry, Ron and Ginny for a brunch right after landing, deciding to push through the jet lag.

After brunch, Ginny left to meet with her mom and Hermione and Ron went to pick up a few things Hermione needed at the store. Quinn had opted to stay behind with Harry. The blonde remembered how Hermione had always spoken highly of her two best friends Harry and Ron, but she also couldn't forget the sad look Hermione wore whenever she mentioned Ron. Hermione had told Quinn that she hadn't seen or spoken to the boy since she left England a little over two years ago.

"I'm surprised you decided to stay behind with me" Harry quirked a brow as he and Quinn cleared the table. "That's not to say it hasn't been absolutely lovely finally meeting you." He corrected with a grin. "Because it has."

"Well, I thought Ron and 'Mione could use some alone time, you know?" Hermione shrugged with a smile.

"Really?" Harry looked surprised.

"Yeah. I mean it's obvious they had some kind of falling out. I can't imagine not speaking to my best friend for two years."

"Wow. I'm impressed."

Quinn couldn't help but chuckle looking confused as she dried off a plate to put away, "Why's that?"

"Well. Don't take this the wrong way." Harry smiled, "But Hermione always made it sound like you were the type to get easily jealous."

"Well," Quinn looked a little embarrassed, "She's not wrong there. But it's not like Ron's her ex or something," she chuckled lightly.

Harry's eyes went wide, as he turned his attention back to the sink. "Uh. Yeah.. of course." He was an awful liar in these types of situations.

Quinn didn't miss a beat. "Wait.. They're not ..are they?" Quinn didn't really need answer with the way Harry avoided answering directly. "What?"

Harry turned his head, looking extremely apologetic, "I'm really sorry, Quinn. I thought you knew."

An hour later, Harry was sitting with a very disgruntled Quinn on the living room couch watching Room Invaders. They'd watch two episodes already and hadn't really spoken since they finished the dishes.

"Ronald, can't believe you did that!" Hermione's laughter filled the room as she and Ron entered through the kitchen.

"Honestly, 'Mione, I can't believe you actually think I wouldn't," Ron chuckled before smiling and both Quinn and Harry, "Hey guys."

As Quinn watched Hermione and Ron, she didn't miss how easily moved around each other. They seem so at ease, helping each other with their coats and the bags they were carrying. As if they'd been doing it for years.

"Hi, guys," Harry smiled, sparring a quick glance at Quinn, who's jaw was clenched.

"Hey, baby," Hermione bounded over to the couch, leaning over the edge to give Quinn a quick kiss on the lips in greeting. "What're you watching?"

"Room invaders," Quinn shrugged.

"What's that?" Ron handed Hermione the bag of books she'd bought as he joined the others on the couch.

"It's this ridiculous show," Hermione grinned, clearly trying to tease Quinn. "Quinn is kind of a sucker for reality TV."

Quinn gave a tight lipped smile and shrugged.

"Looks like you found a new best mate, Harry?" Ron laughed. "Must be a mugg-American fascination," Ron caught himself, looking apologetically at Hermione.

Quinn's shoulders visibly tensed on the couch as she tried to avoid giving Ron a death glare, instead forcing herself to glare at the TV, her hands forming into small fists at her side.

Hermione noticed and leaned over to whisper in Quinn's ear, "You okay, baby?"

Quinn took a deep breath and nodded, "Really tired."

"Yeah," Hermione's brows furrowed in concern. "You didn't sleep much on the flight."

"I don't know how you got her to fly, Quinn," Ron joked. "I'm surprised Hermione didn't keep you awake the whole time with panic attacks."

"Ron!" Hermion yelled, picking up a pillow and hitting the boy on the head while laughing. "You're impossible!"

That did it for Quinn. Ever since she found out from Harry earlier, she had the entire brunch on replay in her head, every touch between Hermione and Ron, the way they bantered easily, it all just made more sense. And it hurt.

"I really want to get some sleep." Quinn stated, getting to her feet. "Harry, please tell Ginny thank you for the lovely brunch." She gave a curt nod and tight smile to Ron, "Ron."

"Of course, Quinn," Harry smiled softly, "It was lovely finally meeting you."

Hermione seemed a little taken aback by Quinn's abrupt decision to leave and so did Ron. But Ron just shrugged it off. "Later Hermione. Nice meeting you, Quinn" he offered to both, as Hermione bent down to give both him and Harry kisses on the cheek.

"Bye, you two. We'll do dinner soon, yeah?" She asked as she grabbed her jacket.

"Of course," Harry gave Hermione an encouraging smile before Hermione followed Quinn out the door.

"Muggles are weird," Ron said after they left.

"Oh shut up," Harry couldn't help but laugh, hitting Ron with a pillow.

The entire cab ride to the hotel was silent. Quinn's jealousy had turned to anger towards Ron but now she was fuming, unable to even look at Hermione. And Hermione was absolutely flummoxed at Quinn's odd behavior.

When they arrived to their room Hermione finally asked, "Okay, enough of the silent treatment, Quinn. What's going on?"

"Like you don't know?" Quinn scoffed, heading to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

"No. I don't. Please enlighten me."

Quinn looked at Hermione through the mirror as she brushed her teeth. The brunette was leaning agains the door with her arms crossed giving Quinn a look that said, 'well, go on, then.'

Quinn spit the foam in her mouth into the sink and wiped her mouth before turning around, "You and Ron."

Hermione raised a brow. "And…?"

"Oh, I don't know," Quinn waved her toothbrush around sarcastically. "You kind of left out the minor detail about how you two dated?"

Hermione's mouth made a small 'oh' shape, her arms falling to her sides.

"Yeah. 'Oh.'" Quinn rolled her eyes and turned around to keep brushing her teeth.

"Wait. Are you jealous?" Hermione asked after looking thoughtfully at the blonde's vigorous tooth brushing.

"No!" Quinn spat into the sink, glaring at the porcelain as she spoke through gritted teeth, "I'm not jealous."

"Right?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "You're just trying to squeeze the bristles out of the brush then, are you?"

"I'm not jealous!" Quinn threw her toothbrush into the sink and whirled around.

Hermione jumped back slightly, startled by the anger she found in Quinn's eyes.

"Well jealousy isn't a very good color on you, babe."

"I'm angry, Hermione. Not jealous." Quinn shook her head as she took a calming breath.

"Angry at what, Quinn?" Hermione asked, looking confused. "Ron and I are just friends. I promise."

Quinn shook her head, chuckling mirthlessly, "You don't get it, do you, 'Mione?"

"No, I don't."

"You lied to me." Quinn stated sadly.

"I never lied to you, Quinn," Hermione said, a huge knot of guilt forming into the pit of her stomach.

"Omitting facts is the same as lying," Quinn walked past Hermione to the bedroom, grabbing a change of clothes from the closet. "I should know. I used to be an expert liar in high school."

"Quinn," Hermione started moving towards the blonde. "There's nothing going on between Ron and I, okay? I'm sorry I didn't tell you." She offered sincerely, "I didn't think it was a big deal."

Quinn just shook her head, "It's not just this time, Hermione." She huffed, sitting on the bed to put on a pair of running shoes. "You won't tell me why you never talk to your parents despite saying they're in Australia." Quinn stood up, anger rushing back in her voice. "I told you everything. About beth. My parents. My dad. Everything." She took another breath. "I thought I could trust you."

"You can," Hermione's voice cracked, that knot in her stomach growing tighter.

"How can I when you never tell me anything? You won't even tell me why you have those scars on your wrist. It's…" She took a deep breath and let out. "It's like I don't even know you. You're this weird freakish secret keeper." Beat. "I don't know if I can be around someone like that. How do I know your not keeping something else from me?"

Hermione was crying openly at Quinn's words, their meaning hitting her on so many levels.

Quinn just shook her head, not able to look at Hermione, as her own tears started sliding down her cheeks. "I'm going to go for a run. I'll be back later."

"Quinn, I can explain," Hermione choked, reaching to out to grab Quinn's arm.

"I think it's a little too late for that," Quinn shrugged Hermione away before grabbing her wallet and heading out the door. "Don't wait up."

Again please review and let me know if you think this should turn into a two shot. Initially it was just a one shot, but well... I'm always open up to suggestions.