Summary:Book six with a twist! It's what happens when harry's not around. Others point of veiw of what happened in the story. Starting with how hermione feels about catching lavender and ron at the celebration party. (please don'tignore my lovely story because of this awful summary!) R/hr fanfic! Please R+R!

Disclaimer: I own nothing of harry potter. crys It all belong to J.K Rowling

Behind the scenes

Chapter 1- Hermione's feelings

"Why him?" whispered a busy brown haired girl. Her eyes were red and puffy. She was sitting in the common room staring at the dancing flames in the fire place. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she cried silently in the empty room. The clock on the wall stroked midnight.

"I could have easily fallen for Harry. He is so nice and…like the brother I never had…" she trailed off. Hermione was sitting in her favorite chair, knees pulled close to her chest with a maroon blanket wrapped around her.

Maroon… she thought bitterly. Maroon is his color… but soon the angry tone vanished from her thoughts and she sobbed harder.

"The…selfish…git!" she wailed between sobs. Tears came out faster as she cried thinking about a certain redheaded boy.

"Hermione? I-is that you?" said a concerned and guilty familiar voice. Hermione straightened up, wiping away the tears in a poor attempt to hide her sorrow and self pity. She turned her head to face her visitor.

"Oh, Ginny…I didn't see you there." She said rather weakly. The red haired girl looked at her friend sadly. Hermione looked so hurt… so broken…

It's all my fault…Ginny thought regretfully. If it wasn't for me and my big mouth…She walked over to the chair next to Hermione's.

Hermione turned her head away trying to hide the tears that continued to fall.

Ginny put a comforting hand on Hermione's shoulder. "My brother is such a prat sometimes…" Ginny stated "If you ever need to talk about…"

"Ginny, I appreciate what you're trying to do but I just want to be alone right now." Hermione said quietly.

Ginny nodded apologetically and silently got up and left the common room. When Hermione was sure she was gone she sobbed again.

I was wrong… she thought. Ron didn't feel the same way about me. I was stupid to think he did…She sobbed louder. The brightest witch in our year…she thought bitterly. The brightest witch in our year knows nothing of boys and love…

"I'm sure Ron and lavender will make the perfect couple!" she spat angrily replaying the events that happened early that day in her head. Harry pretending to put felix felicis in Ron's drink, Ron accusing her of bossing him around, Ron's amazing quidditch saves, Her and Ron fighting, The…awful moments at the Gryphindor celebration party. It all seemed like some horrid nightmare dwelling in her mind. But the worst part was…It was real.

Ah my story is so happy go lucky right? I've already written chapters 1-3 and have started on 4. Please review but be gentle, this is my first fanfic.