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Ron rolled his eyes. He had been expecting this to happen sooner or later. He put a hand on each of her tiny shoulders and smiled a cocky smile.
"Hermione I would love to go out with you, you know that, but you have to understand how much pressure I am under with quittage and there are certain things a man has to do when he is on a team. And there is a certain type of girl we are allowed to be with and a certain type that we should just be good friends with." Ron said to the obviously heartbroken girl in front of him.
Hermione looked up at the tall boy whom she spent the last six years going after and felt like the most inferior girl in the sixth year class. Ron had always had a way to make her feel like that.
"And I suppose that I am in the category of just friends than." She said trying to stay composed and calm.
"Exactly. Hermione guys like me are expected to date girls with a certain style to them. You have to understand that, I mean you're the smartest witch of our time. Guys like me and Harry should date girls like Cho and Lavender."
"Harry and I" Hermione corrected looking away from his blue eyes.
"See and smart girls like you should date… nice guys like Neville." He said pointing to the boy who just dropped all of his books.
"So you think its because I'm smart that you don't want to go out with me?" Hermione asked looking away from poor Neville and back to Ron. Ron scratched the back of his neck.
"Well yeah I guess that's part of it. But girls I want to date are pretty, out going, kind, not super smart and well…. Not prudish." He said. Hermione looked back down insulted.
"But you are smart and nice. How about you go ask Neville out?" He asked putting on a brilliant smile. Hermione was about to protest when Ron cut her off. "Hey! Neville!" He said waving his arms around to get the boys attention.
Neville looked up and smiled. He had finally gathered all of his books and headed over to the two.
"Hey Ron. Hey Hermione." He said when he made it to them. Ron looked over his shoulder and saw someone.
"Hey, uh listen I have to go but Mione here wanted to ask you something." He said and walked away winking at Hermione.
Hermione watched as he kept walking right up to Cho Chang and wrapped his arms across her slutty shoulders. She giggled as he slapped her ass lightly, picked her up and carried her away.
She tore her eyes away as if burned and looked down at her feet feeling her eyes water.
"Uh… Mione? You wanted to ask me something?" Neville asked after a couple minutes of complete silence. Hermione looked up after wiping her eyes.
"Would you like to grab something to eat with me Neville?" She asked friendly.
"Like… a date?" He asked nervously.
"Like a friend outing." She replied.
"Oh phew! Haha. I thought you were asking me out. That would have been weird." He said with a smile. Hermione cringed.
"Yeah… it would be weird… lets go." She started to walk away not looking back to see if he was actually following.
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"So now I feel like I'm not worth anything." Hermione finished crying into her hands.
Neville took a particularly loud slurp of his milkshake and Hermione glared at him.
"Sorry," He looked up "But maybe you are thinking to much into it. I mean if he is saying that you aren't anything but smart and nice then he obviously doesn't know the real you Hermione."
Hermione looked at him shocked.
"But I'm not pretty and I'm not out going and I'm not sluttish." She stated.
"You are pretty, first off, and every person has it in them to be outgoing and well… experienced. It just takes a little practice to become like that." He advised, "You wouldn't mind buying me another one of these would you? They really are great."
"But I wouldn't be able to. And even if I could, I wouldn't be able to just not be smart anymore." Hermione put her head in her hands. Neville pun his hand on hers.
"Hermione, You already are pretty and I believe that you can do and be whoever you want to be. And if Ron asks you to dumb down he is a moron. Being the brightest witch of our age is not a bad thing." He said and gave her hands a little squeeze. Hermione's eyes brightened up and she smile.
"You know, you're right. I'm sure that if I really wanted to I could be as perfect as he wants me to be. Thank you Neville." She said and leaned over the counter to peck his cheek. Neville blushed and smiled at her.
"Hey Hermione?" He asked not a second later.
"Yes?"
"…Would you mind buying me another one of-" He started again. Hermione's laugh cut him off.
"Sure" she replied and flagged down their waiter.