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"You bitch!" Ginny shrieked. "How could you do that to Ron?"
"Me?" Hermione demanded, "he's the freaking one who's gonna have a kid with Lavender?!"
"That's only cuz you're sleeping around and breaking his heart!"
"Me? Sleeping around? Dammit Ginny, what are you talking about?"
"You're a slut. That's all. You slept with Malfoy and the world knows it. You don't deserve Ron. Does she, Harry?"
"Leave me out of this Gin, I don't keep in touch with relationships of others."
"Well, if you're that unsupportive, I don't want to date you anymore." Ginny humphed.
Harry glanced at Hermione, clearly torn. Hermione shook her head and flashed a warm smile at Harry. Harry quickly agreed, and 'earned' a smile and a kiss from Ginny. Hermione really didn't know why he would want to date someone so shallow anyway.
After the rather violent argument that soon ensued, the parties parted paths. (Woo alliteration!)
Hermione made her way to the nearest McDonalds. It was her dirty little secret. When ever she felt sad and down, she'd make her way to McDonalds and buy herself one of their Strawberry Sundaes.
She loved those things. For a long period of time she'd been hooked on their chocolate sundaes, but then, she'd accidentally tried a strawberry one, and fallen in love. It's flavour just ran so deep, and it wasn't cloying like the chocolate one. It was bleeding delectable.
So anyway, she was in the line and as everyone else ordered chocolate this and chocolate that. She ordered the sundae and was about to walk out of the fast food joint, when suddenly, she slammed into a tall, Italian looking guy. He was probably 6'5" and had the figure of a model, with a delicate waist but a muscular torso. He had pleasing features and stunning green eyes that set off his olive complexion. Most amazingly, he held a strawberry sundae in his hand. They looked at each other for a second.
"Hi, Would you care to join me on a short walk to the park?" he asked in a rich chocolatey voice.
"Uerh," Hermione was incomprehensible for a second, "I'd love that…"
He held out his arm and she took it. Somehow she was reminded of stories of olden times, in which women were escorted everywhere. She didn't feel offended, she felt flattered.
"My name is Hermione Granger." She introduced herself.
He stopped and stared.
Well, it was intended as a one shot but here it becomes a bigger fic. :D