Hello! I decided to publish my very first fanfiction, while working on my other story. I hope you'll like it (at least more than my other fic). So enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Not mine, but JKR's.

It was almost eleven o'clock. Hermione had trouble keeping her eyes open. She has been sitting for more than 4 hours in the library, doing homework. Although it wasn't true. About two hours ago, she had actually finished her work. Now she was just reading. Of course she could do that in the Gryffiindor common room. She also could just relax, or look for Ginny or Harry to talk, or Ron...RON!

'To watch him all over that snake, no, I am not interested. How they manage to cling to each other all day long - I really have no clue. It's not normal, it's... just... so... '

PLONK!

Hermione's head had fallen on the open book right in front of her. Fully awake again she thought: 'Probably I should go to bed. Well, if I am lucky, nobody will be in the common room.' She seized all the books in her bag and left the library.

As the portrait hole swung open, her eyes immediately began to wander. It was not too long before her gaze fell on the couch right in front of the fireplace. Although the room wasn't that bright, she could see exactly what was going on there.

'I knew it.' Hermione tucked her bag under her arm and ran as fast as possible to the staircase, which was leading to the girl's dormitory. Once in her room, she threw her bag beside the bed and herself on it.

'Don't cry Hermione, pull yourself together.' she thought. But it was senseless. The first tears were already dropping on her pillow.

'What is wrong with you? It's non of your business, he can do whatever he wants. He ...' Hermione rolled over on her back. Now staring at the ceiling, she stroked away the traces of the many tears she had cried.

'He was once your best friend and now? Why is everything so different? Just two weeks ago, everything was fine. But then, from one day to another, he had refused to speak to you, let alone to look at you. And then this whole thing with this...this... with her. That makes no sense at all. It's just embarrassing, ridiculous, it's... it's... incredibly painful.' Again tears flowed from her eyes. She rolled over on her side and curled up to a ball, trying to fall into a dreamless sleep, which was totally hopeless.

"Uuuaaaah..." Ron yawned heartily. It was already past eleven.

'I hope she'll let go of me soon.' Ron was sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace. The common room was empty, they were all gone a long time ago. All but him and her. Lavender. She was sitting quite close to him and snuggled her head on his shoulder. She had closed her eyes and smiled blissfully. While her arms were wrapped around his waist, Ron's arms were resting on the back of the couch.

Harry had left an hour ago. Ron and he had wanted to play some wizard chess, which they didn't do for a very long time. Not because they had too much homework to do - never-the-less it was enough - and even the quidditch practice didn't took more time than usual. And yet...

*FLASHBACK*

Ron and Harry had met in the common room around eight o'clock to play wizard chess, but because some others were already playing, they had walked to the couch to talk a little. Just some minutes later, Lavender and Parvati had come into the common room. Immediately Lavender had run to her boyfriend and had sat on his lap. Ignoring that he was talking to Harry, she had pressed her lips to his. Ron had pulled his head back and looked at her somewhat angrily.

"Don't you see, that I am in the middle of something?"

"Oh, I am really sorry Won Won." Lavender had said sweetly, running her fingers through his hair. "I just missed you so much, love." Ron had looked embarrassed to Harry. His friend had just rolled his eyes almost imperceptibly and even Parvati had to suppress any comment about the way her friend acted.

"Lavender please ..." Ron had been immediately interrupted by his girlfriend, who started her detailed report about what she had seen, said, done, and, and, and... since the last time she had seen her Won Won, which was not an hour ago. And it was really detailed. Ron had sighed and stared into the fire. Harry had leaned back in his seat and tried hard to hide a laugh.

'Now I know, why he snogs her all the time.' he thought. Parvati had already left the common room - regardless of Lavender. Harry hadn't missed the slightly disappointed and furious expression on Parvati's face.

'Well, the combination of Won-Won and Lav-Lav does bring a lot of sacrifice. Parvati has apparently no desire to be the third wheel. Even I don't get to see Ron that often lately, and Hermione...'

Harry's thoughts had been interrupted when the portrait hole had swung open and Ginny climbed inside. When she had been walking towards Harry, he had jumped out of his seat and grabbed her arm to pull her to the now empty wizard chess table. Ginny and he had took their seats.

"You are truly my salvation. A minute longer and I would have jumped out of the window." He had took a deep breath.

"That bad, eh?" Ginny had smiled wryly.

Harry had began to set up the chess pieces. "How does Ron not freak out around her?"

"He just doesn't listen." The read-headed girl had answered. "You know our mum, at any point you learn not to listen. Although it doesn't explain, how he could stand it to snog her all the time. Not long ago, he was so uptight, and now... this." Harry had put all the pieces on the board and was now looking to the already entangled couple. Actually, he couldn't explain it as well. Although, he had some ideas and Ginny was not entirely innocent. First she had snogged her boyfriend Dean in public - even he had been surprised and confused about that - and when Ron had been angry, she not only had accused him to be an emotional wreck, but also revealed that Hermione had snogged Krum. That had been to much. Hardly a day later Ron had dated Lavender, coincidence?

After their third game of wizard chess, Ginny had got tired and said goodbye to Harry. Ron and Lavender even had managed to talk from time to time, while Lavender was talking, Ron just had said 'mhmm' or 'yeah' once in a while. Harry had shook his head.

'Weird.' He then had cleared off the chess peaces and went to the boy's dormitory. He had been tired and that Ron would free himself from his girlfriend wasn't likely, not because he was so in love with her, but because he simply had no chance.

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

When Harry was leaving, Ron had looked after him somewhat angrily and disappointed. He had been looking forward to their chess game. But Lavender had intervened - again. When he had decided to date her, he wasn't aware of how it would attach his life.

'Maybe that's how a relationship works? That would be a terrible idea. Snogging was quite okay, but all the other stuff...? Well the most important thing is, that Ginny and Hermione see, that I can very well snog someone. Pah. This time Hermione was wrong. The way she had looked, she probably wouldn't have expected that so soon. She probably thought, she's the only one snogging. And now she's angry, although she had started it - with Krum... I still cannot believe it. And then...' Ron took a deep breath. 'I have to calm down. Why do I care? She...'

Suddenly the portrait hole swung open and a shadow ran past them. Lavender startled. She lifted her head from Ron's shoulder and yawned.

"I have to go to bed now, although I would stay with you all night. But if I'm not sleeping at least eight hours, I'll get those ugly pimples all over my face." She pressed her Won Won a quick peck on the lips, got up and floated away.

'Good to know.' Ron rolled his eyes. He stretched his long legs and stood up. He climbed up the stairs to his dorm. He could have sworn that the shadow, which had ran past them, had bushy brown hair.

'She doesn't want to see me.' he thought. As Ron opened the door to the dormitory, he heard a soft snoring. Everyone seemed to be asleep. He lay on his bed and crossed his arms right behind his head.

'She is offended because I have a girlfriend now.' he thought. 'Why does she care at all? That's the way it is now and she won't change it.' He rolled over on his side and closed his eyes. 'She...'

That's the beginning. So I hope you are interested in more. See you, Quen