A/N: Everthing that is written here belongs to J.K. Rowling and i'm just having fun with it ; )

" Hermione, get your ass out of the bathroom now!" Ginny Weasley shouted, banging on the door in front of her. A little sound of shuffling feet was made and the bathroom door opened just enough so that Ginny could see her best friend's face. Hermione's bushy brown hair was all over, her hazel eyes puffy and gleaming with tears. Her nose was a little runny and her voice cracked.

" I'm never leaving! EVER! I hate Lavender Brown, and if I have to be around her and Ronald snogging much longer, I might kill myself!" Hermione replied slamming the door in Ginny's face.

" Look, other people need to use that bathroom so if you're gonna cry, cry in our room and put a Locking Spell on the door. Just come out 'cause I really have to pee!" she exclaimed, pounding on the door some more. It suddenly opened, and using a tissue to cover her face, Hermione Granger ran up the stairs and into Ginny's room.

There was shuffling footsteps heading towards her and a hand slid across Ginny's slender waist and stopped at the other side.

" Did she finally come out?" Harry Potter asked, kissing the top of Ginny's head.

" Yep, but now she's locked herself in my room and absolutely refuses to come out. I don't see what Ron sees in that…that…I don't know what to call her." Ginny said, leaning her head on Harry's chest.

" How about manipulative, preppy bitch?" he asked, smirking.

" Exactly! You're so smart!" she shouted, kissing him. " We must break up Lavender and Ron so that he can be with Hermione. I mean, he loves Hermione, no matter how much he tries to deny it."

" Okay, but should we go check on Hermione?" he asked.

" Nah, we'll go to Ron first. Lavender went with my mom to Diagon Alley a half hour ago so we have enough time to ambush Ron and get him to see how horrid Lavender is." She said and dragged Harry up the stairs by his hand. They got to the very top of the stairs and burst through the door, where Ron was polishing up his broomstick.

" Are we not knocking anymore?" he asked with annoyance in his voice.

" You haven't knocked on my door since I started Hogwarts so don't give me that crap or I'll throw your broomstick out the window." She replied, pushing him into a chair.

" We came to speak with you about Lavender." Harry started. " We…um…we think that you…her…she…."

" We hate her, Ron." Ginny finished.

" WHAT?!" Ron shouted.

" Ron, who are you trying to fool? Yourself? We all know you love Hermione. I have no idea why the hell you chose Lavender. Besides the fact that you think she can snog like no other, it seems YOU hate her, too!" Ginny shouted, scaring everyone, even herself.

" Look, I love Lavender." Ron said. He stared at the couple, then looked right back down at his broomstick. Ginny sighed and Harry and her left the room.

Hermione sat on her bed, still crying into her pillow. She looked up into Ginny's vanity mirror. Her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks tear stained. I don't understand what he sees in her…she's…she's…she's blonde!

" I hate you, Ron." She whispered to herself, until she heard a crack. She squinted through her blurry eyes and saw Ron looking at her. She jumped up from the bed and ran towards him, burying her face in his chest. His arms found hers and she felt herself being pushed away. Her eyes were cleared up now, and she looked at him. However, it was not Ron at all, but it was George, one of Ron's twin brothers.

" Wrong redhead there, girlie." He said. She walked back over to the bed and sat on the end. George went and sat by her.

" I'm really sorry, Hermione. I imagine how hard it must be for you. It was hard for me when Fred hooked up with Angelina. He spends all his time with her now." He said.

" I hate her. What does he see in her? She's blonde and stupid and preppy. It's not Ron. I know that much." She whispered, wiping the tears from her eyes and flopping down onto the bed. George echoed her and they both sat together, looking up at the bumps on the ceiling.

" I wish he knew how much I liked him."

" Oh, he does," George said, turning over to face her. " He's just being stupid. Believe me, I don't understand it either. We all know he loves you. I think the only person he's trying to convince that he loves Lavender is himself." He turned back over on his back and they were once more counting the bumps on the ceiling. Her hand was palm up, his palm down. He shifted, his hand doing so, too. Her hand was beneath his, but neither of them moved. Instead, they both grasped each others hand, until the door opened and there was a girlish gasp coming from across the room.