Hey so this is my first fanfic, so I don't really know what I'm doing but I hope you like it. I will be updating it as often as I can, which will most likely be about twice a week, so come back. By the way, it is set at the same time as the Goblet of Fire, so fourth year for everyone.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character used, only the plot is mine.

It was the day after the Yule Ball, and Hermione was already feeling horrible. She was attempting to eat some toast, while around her the Great Hall buzzed with voices, most likely all taking about the previous nights events. Hermione could barely keep her eyes open, just because damn Ron and Lavender had been out almost all night Ugh, they were most likely snogging! Hermione had waited up, hoping to catch Ron before he slipped off to bed but he never came. Her annoyance towards this 'happy couple' had been growing all night, yet they did not return. She only decided to catch some sleep by 3am, so this morning she was understandably irritable and just utterly exhausted.

But why had she waited up? No matter what she told herself she could believe that it was just because she didn't want them to get into trouble. That was not the real reason she cared. No, it was Ron.

Ron, the stupid arse who took her for granted and never noticed her, aside from getting some help with his work. He always took her for granted yet he was the only one who could make her fumble her words, who made her stomach turn at his touch. As much as she didn't want to admit it, the reason was that she cared. Yes, that was why Hermione had stayed up waiting; because she fancied Ronald Weasley, even when he had tossed her aside like trash.

Why did Lavender get him? It was so unfair! She had never stuck by him these last couple years, she hadn't been with them when they went to find the stone, or when they had rescued Sirius. Yet she was able to just waltz in and take him right from her. Hermione's aside fumed with anger, now that she had finally admitted what she felt towards her red-headed friend.

Her thought were interrupted by Ron and Lavender, who had just made their way over to the Gryffindor table. Hermione glanced up to see that Lavender sitting down, and of course, hair was perfect as always. Her hair was curly like Hermione's, but it was manageable and feel in beautiful ringlets around her, unlike Hermione's mangled bush. It was like Lavender had everything, good looks, likable personality, but most annoyingly Ron.

"Hermione?," she heard as someone poked her gently in the shoulder. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts she turned to face the voice, and she noticed the look of concern in her friends emerald-green eyes.

"Hermione, are you alright, you look a little.. uhh… just.. not yourself today." There was no mistaking the note of concern in Harry's voice, but she could just tell him! It would tear their friendship apart, and she would become even more of an outsider. Cringing inwardly, Hermione lied.

"Yeah, I'm fine Harry, don't worry. I just ugh.. stayed up a little late studying. You see, cause I missed all that time at the ball and such." Hoping she sounded believable, she forced herself to meet his gaze. Thankfully, he seemed to buy it.

"Thats alright. I just was a bit worried you know." pausing for a moment he added, "It was fun last night, I really enjoyed it. How'd you like it?

Before Hermione could answer, she was cut off by a low drawling voice from behind. Even before turning she knew whose gray eyes and silver hair she was about to see, Draco Malfoy.

"Potter, does it look like the mudblood enjoyed it?" he said as Harry flinched at the term. Looking up into those steely eyes she felt anger spring into her chest. His eyes seemed like pools of silver, cold and unmoving, but for a second when he saw the expression of fury set upon her face, they seemed to flicker for a second. Was that guilt?

"Sod off Malfoy." Harry said, standing up so that he was eye level with his enemy. For a moment, both boys stared daggers at each other before Hermione stepped in.

"Why would you care?" It wasn't just a stupid retort, but a small part of Hermione was actually curious to see what he would say. Malfoy wasn't usually one to notice people's emotions, probably because he was usually the one inflicting it one everyone, so then why would he notice her anger and resentment.

Unless… A small part of Hermione's brain seemed to say. NO. It is Draco Malfoy, as if, never gonna happen. Never in a million years would he ever- her head snapped up when she heard him begin to rely.

"Well Potter, it seems you are a rather poor friend. You dear old bookworm here, clearly did not enjoy herself or are you just too daft to notice?"

Hermione thought frantically, he couldn't know, there was no way he couldn't know about how she felt to Ron. Dreading his next words, she listened as he drawled on.

"Your bushy-haired beaver probably hated that ball, but do you want to know why? It because of Brown and Weaselbee over here." In horror, Hermione watched as the couple both raised questioning looks and turned towards Malfoy to listen. Too paralyzed to do anything she heard him continue.

"Do you all want to know why? Because Granger fancies you Weasley!" Malfoy finished with a slightly forced laugh. Then he whipped around on his heels smirking, as Hermione realized what had happened. She got up from her chair, not daring to look at any of her friends faces as she turned and races out of the great hall, tears pouring silently down her face. Her plans for a perfect Christmas holiday had just been ruined.

Thanks for reading and please review. I would love some comments to help with the plot or even just to tell me what you think.