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Quick intro-

You may have read (parts of) this before (original story was titled "A Love Sham" and I used to be "hawkshadow") but revisiting it I decided to rewrite the entire first couple chapters before continuing. I started this back in 2011 and the writing was awful & I wanted to change from first person- It was bugging me. So. I'm reposting the entire story. (first few chapters might be a little rusty as I try to keep the same plot/dialogue without changing too much for continuity on the later chapters)

Hermione was anxious, she had been waiting outside the Great Hall for quite some time now, and Ron still hadn't shown up. He was supposed to be here to meet her for breakfast.

Perhaps he was still asleep, he had been out late for Quidditch practice last night, in fact, she was sure he simply hadn't woken yet. She signed, her frustration growing.

She had been seeing Ron for a few months now, and things were good at first, but he had been increasingly distant as of late. She wasn't sure the relationship was going to last but she did really love him.

So she did what she had to, she resigned herself to go find him once more. It certainly was obvious that she had to exert way more effort into things than he did.

"Hey, Granger, you alright?"

A voice took her out of her deep thoughts and she looked up into the concerned eyes of Fred Weasley, who appeared to be without George- which was odd.

"Oh, uh, yeah. I just…"

Fred cocked an eyebrow, "Ron late again?"

Hermione nodded hesitantly. "He's been blowing me off more and more… forgetting things, ignoring me, showing up late. I'm… not sure what I did wrong and-" Hermione broke off suddenly, wondering why she was saying so much to her boyfriend's brother, who had never shown her any interest before.

Fred, apparently reading her mind laughed. "Wondering why you're sharing? Common problem with women around me." He winked and Hermione rolled her eyes."

"Wow, Yeah, you really are a conceited prat." Fred's jaw dropped and he stuttered, trying to come up with something to say, but before he could utter a word Hermione had turned on her heel and walked away.

Fred was left gazing in disappointment and wonder after her. He had been trying to find a way to talk to her for months, but hadn't gotten a chance. He didn't know why he was so fascinated with his little brother's girlfriend, but he definitely wanted to get to know her better.

Hermione's heart was pounding as she climbed the stairs to the boys dormitory in Gryffindor Tower, wondering on earth what that whole conversation with Fred was about. If you could even call it a conversation.

He had never bothered paying attention to her before, so it was bewildering on why suddenly he would want to strike up a conversation with her, rather than off and about flirting with random girls.

Deep in thought, she hadn't realized she had reached the portrait hole and climbed through it. She looked around the common room, which was deceptively empty. Everyone must already be down at breakfast or making their way to their respective classes.

She sighed, and climbed the staircase up to the guys' rooms, when she stopped upon hearing indistinguishable grunts and moans, and a faint squeaking.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what was causing it, but no… Ron wouldn't.. But it couldn't be Neville, and Seamus and Dean were at breakfast.

Her stomach dropped, a sense of foreboding overwhelmed her. Hermione knew that she would not like what she found behind that door, but a masochistic compulsion came over her and she pushed it open anyway.

Pushed it wide open to find the source of the noises were Ron was with Lavender, her legs spread in an ungodly position.

She gasped, and Lavender squeaked, pushing Ron off of her. Ron grunted and looked up, to see Hermione's ashen face, and his mouth fell open.

"Hermione-" He jumped off the bed, leaving Lavender fully exposed, and took a step towards Hermione.

Hermione closed her eyes and grimaced, "Don't Ron, I can't do this right now." She turned on her heel, her eyes burning but determined to keep it together, and left, ignoring Ron's calls after her and Lavender's tone to let it go.

Hermione rushed back down to the great hall, her stomach churning and her hands shaking. She knew something had been wrong with the two of them for a while, but never in a million years did she think he'd cheat on her.

Maybe it was because she wasn't sexy enough, or wasn't shagging him. She was in such a hurry she blew past Fred, almost knocking him over.

He let out a startled grunt and dropped the books he was holding in order to catch her from falling over.

"Merlin, Hermione, slow down!"

Hermione looked up at him, her cheeks flushed. "I'm sorry Fred."

Fred shook his head, and tried to laugh, but it sounded more like a strangled cough. "That's twice in one day, Ron sure must-"

Hermione winced at the mention of his name and Fred paused. "Now is not a good time Fred."

His eyes narrowed, "What did he do?"

Hermione opened her mouth to answer, but didn't need too, as it seemed that Ron would be providing the answer himself. He was coming down the stairs, with a flushed Lavender trailing behind him.

"Hermione!" He called loudly, and she grit her teeth, and shrunk backwards, not aware that she was now almost flush against Fred.

"Ron, I don't want to hear it."

"Hermione, just let me explain." Ron's voice was loud, and was starting to attract random onlookers. Hermione desperately wished she could sink into the floor and not have this scene here of all places.

"No, Ron, we are through. I have nothing more to say to you!" Her chest was tight and her eyes were blazing, and she clenched her fists in her robes.

"But-"

At that she snapped, and stepped forward, her wand outstretched, her voice quivering with suppressed rage. "You want to have this discussion here? Now? You're sick, I can't believe this. How could you do this to me?!"

Ron held out his hands, and had the decency to look unnerved. "Hermione, let's talk about this. It wasn't what it looked like."

She let out a harsh laugh, and a murmur ran through the growing crowd of watchers. "Oh yeah, I'm sure you slipped and accidently put it there. I'm SURE shagging Lavender Brown wasn't what it looked like."

Ron gulped, and shook his head. "Hermione, I love you. Lavender, she means nothing to me, put your wand down and let's talk."

Lavender, lurked in the shadows then let out an outraged cry. "Oh I mean nothing to you? You said you loved me, that you were going to break up with her!"

Hermione's flushed face turned ashen, and she hissed. "Get out."

Lavender rolled her eyes and glared at her. "You're just a frumpy nobody, you had to know he'd ditch you sooner than later. Look at you! You wouldn't even put out for him."

Hermione gripped her wand tighter, and opened her mouth to send a hex flying, but a large warm hand grabbed it and pulled it down. She had forgotten Fred had been standing behind her this entire time, and he said softly "Hermione, no."

"Fred, stay out of this," Ron snarled.

"Ron, I'd shut your mouth if I were you," He threatened warningly, and turned to face Hermione, who was shaking slightly. "Don't. There are better ways."

"I-" her voice quivered and he sighed.

"Wait till Mum hears about this, Ronald. I'm sure she'll be delighted." And with that, Fred grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her through the crowd into a secret passageway. Hermione stayed silent, trying to fight back the tears that were already starting to fall.

A/N

Quick note, I can't guarantee any timely updates, I have very little free time anymore so I guess this exists for my own amusement as of now. I'd like to continue with it as best I can, though so I do have high hopes for it!

Feel free to review/comment if you wish!

If you are an original fan of this story, hold on, because I do have new content coming- I just as a writer needed to get into the story again, and couldn't continue until the beginning was rewritten entirely. Thanks for reading and thanks for sticking around!