I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, OR ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS; THEY BELONG TO THE AMAZING AUTHOR J.K ROWLING!

"Harry!" Hermione's voice came from behind him.

Harry turned around and found Hermione clutching two books tightly to her chest, sobbing. "W-what's wrong?" Harry asked.

"I-It's Ron!" She sobbed, swiping at her eyes. "H-h-he was w-w-with Fleur!"
"Fleur," Harry said slowly. "She's a veela, Hermione, and much too old for him – anyways, she goes to BeauxBatons!"
"N-no," Hermione protested. "I mean, that's true in all, but I s-saw h-her!"

"So?" Harry shrugged. "That doesn't mean they kissed or anything."
"But they did!" She sobbed even harder now. "I saw it, Harry!"

"Well, maybe you should go talk to him?" Harry suggested, quickly continuing on. "I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding."
Hermione gasped. "A misunderstanding?" She shrieked. "I saw it, Harry, what else is to it? She laughed at something he said – and then she, and then she – she kissed him right on the lips!"

Harry frowned, not knowing what to say. "Here," Harry said, pulling out his WhizzTech, a very popular communicative wizard device in which Fred and George had invented themselves. It's just like a cell phone, but better."I'll WhizzText him."

"N-No!" Hermione stuttered, startled by the idea. "Don't tell him anything about it yet, he mustn't know that I saw them together – at least not yet."

"But you need to be understood," Harry said firmly and when he saw her confused expression, he added, "I meant you need to understand what's going on and the only way to do so is to promptly tell Ron what you saw."

"So, what did you see?" Ron said from behind.

Hermione and Harry turned around with a gasp. "H-hi Ron," Hermione muttered weakly. "Uh, what's up?"
"Nothing," Ron shrugged. He seemed in a good mood. "So what is it that you wanted to tell me, Hermione?"
"Well, uh," Hermione looked to Harry for help.

"She wanted to tell you that Hogsmeade's sales are increasing!" Harry said quickly. "I mean, shoot, they've gone billions of galleons up – they were talking about even improving it with more shops and stuff."
"Oh," Ron nodded carelessly. "That's cool, I guess." And then he looked back at Hermione. "So, are we going or not?"

"What do you mean?" Hermione frowned. "Where is it that we are supposed to be going?"
"You mean to tell me you forgot?" Ron said, not amused.

"I'm supposing so," Hermione nodded slowly. "I-I've just been a little distracted lately, that's all."
"We were planning on going to Hogsmeade with Harry and Ginny," Ron nodded. "What's troubling you, Hermione?" Ron stepped forward and embraced her with a hug. He stepped back to scrutinize her expression.

"Well, um, nothing," She shook her head. "It doesn't matter – let's go, we don't want to be late."

"Oh, right," Ron nodded, disappointed because that wasn't what he was looking for. "Where's Gin, Harry?"

"I dunno," Harry shook his head. "I was on my way to get her when – when, um, Hedwig swooped in. Yes."
"Oh, okay," Ron said. "Let's go find her, then, she should've just gotten out of Charms with Professor Ludwig."

"Yeah," I nodded. "Let's go."

"Wait, wait." Ron examined Hermione. "Hermione – w-were you crying?"

Hermione gasped, and looked away. "Umm, yes," She nodded, looking back at him. "I was."

"Why?" Ron asked. "Are you okay, Hermione? Do you want to lay down_"
"_No, I'm fine," Hermione protested, shaking her head. "Let's just go find Ginny so we can get there on time."
Hermione turned to walk, but Ron turned her back around. "Hermione," He said slowly, looking into her eyes, about half a foot away from her face. "What's wrong?"

She shrugged. "Well…The truth is…"

"Zere 'ou are!" Fleur ran up to them in excitement. "Isn't zis great, guys? I've transferred to 'ogwarts! My mum made me because she didn't like ze schedule and 'eadmistress."

Hermione gasped, knowing that it wasn't her eyes playing tricks – that Fleur was actually here, and it had been her snogging her Ron. Harry gave an expression of complete shock. "Fleur," Harry said. "How – aren't you a Veela? I thought all Veela's were permitted to stay at BeauxBatons."

"Zey were!" She said with a smile. "Zat is correct, 'arry potter, 'ou are very smart! 'ou know about my old school – zat means z'a'lot to me, 'arry, thank zu."

Harry nodded. "Isn't this your last year, anyway?"

"Well, zit wouldn't have been if I were at ze beauxbatons academy because 'ou stay there for as long as 'ou like – but 'ere at 'ogwarts, 'ou don't really 'ave ze choice."

"Oh," was all Hermione could say, hurt burning in the pit of her stomach. Fleur then turned to Ron. "So, Ron, could 'ou maybe 'elp me with ze divintation 'omework? I've never learned divintation before."

"S-sure," Ron stuttered, slightly shocked.

"But Ron, we're supposed to be going now!" Hermione said, trying to get down to the lies.

"I-I know," Ron said with a nod. "And I'm sorry, but Fleur transferred when we got here, which was yesterday. She was on the train – we've got to at least help her, don't we? We won't be much too late for our reservations – it'll be quick. How about this – while you guys find Ginny, I'll go help Fleur?"
But Hermione said suggestively, "Why don't I help Fleur? I've got all A+'s in Divintation, I've never got another grade."

"W-Well, I don't know," Ron protested. "I think it better be me – here, you and harry can look for Ginny and I'll just be right on back."

"Oh, will you now?" Hermione snapped tentatively. "Well, I ju_"

"I'll accompany Fleur in the divintation, thank you very much," Harry offered, but then Fleur shook her head.

"No, zit 'as to be Ron," She said. "Professor Telawaney told me zat 'e needed to 'elp me with zit."

"Ron," Harry shook his head. "Why are you doing this?"

"What is 'e doing?" Fleur asked delightedly. "Is zit good?"

"No," Harry shook his head. "It's more like un-loyalty!"
"Un-loyalty?" Ron sneered, appalled. "I've not shown un-loyalty once!"

"Not even today?" Harry raised his eyebrows. "I mean, I you and Fleur were having some interesting yum-yum's."
Fleur and Ron exchanged confused glances. "What do you mean?" Ron asked curiously.

"Oh, modest are we now?" Harry sneered coldly. "You shouldn't be doing this to Hermione, Ron, she deserves better."

"W-what do you mean?" Ron asked as his palms began to sweat.

"You know what I mean," Harry nodding, continuing forth. "You and Fleur were getting pretty comfy there in that damn library."

And then Ron's jaw dropped. "Um, I'll be right back girls I need a word with Harry." And he took Harry by the arm and dragged him over out of earshot. "H-how did you know? You haven't told Hermione, have you?"

Harry frowned and glowered. "So it's true, then, 'mate'?" Harry snapped coldly. "You and Fleur – when you're dating Hermione? I thought you were cool, Ron – I guess I was wrong – you attempt to be cool, and you fail, because cheating on your best friend aka girlfriend is absolutely bonkers!"

"You're absolutely bonkers!" Ron said shrilly. "Bloody hell, what's up with your_"
"My what?" Harry grimaced, and Ron took a step back. "That's what I thought, Ron – and what makes you think I won't tell Hermione?"

And then Ron made an expression of sadness. "P-please don't t-tell Hermione a-anything, Harry," Ron begged. "I-I didn't m-mean to, H-Harry, I p-promise! I would never do it on p-purpose!"

"She knows, goof!" Harry thumped Ron on the back of the head. "Why do you think she was crying? She's the one that told me what she saw!"
And then Ron's jaw dropped. "H-how – if she saw what happened, why didn't she tell me, and how was she just acting like nothing had happened?"

I shook my head. "I don't know, why don't you ask her, snogger?"

Ron looked deflated. "I didn't even want to, really!"
"Really," Harry muttered. "I'm sure – I mean, who wouldn't? She's gorgeous – but still, you have a girlfriend, one that you should feel very grateful to have, yet you sit here swimming in a pool of girls!"

Ron growled. "You're dating my sister, you old prune, so don't you go on about other girls."
"Hey – it's not like I'm going to kiss her – like you!" Harry snarled, and then Ron gave a low groan.

"Your making me feel guilty here, Harry, like I did a crime or something."
"You practically did do a crime, Ron," Harry said. "I'm just the cop dealing with it – how long exactly did you and Fleur_?"
"Kiss?" Ron finished, bewildered. "Well, let me see…Four…Five…Ten…a second!"

"How did it happen, if you didn't want to, Ron?" Harry sneered. "If you didn't really want to, you wouldn't have, now would you?"

"Let's just not talk about this right now, Harry," Ron said slowly. "We need to get to_"

"_What, so you can just go snogging behind Hermione's back again?" Harry snapped. "No! It doesn't work that way, Ronold, one at a time."
Ron grimaced angrily and walked away. "What?" Harry shrugged. "Walking away, old man? Fight!"
"Why?" Ron said, trying to act casual. "This isn't the time to make a scene, Harry."

"It's also not the time to lie to your girlfriend!" Harry rasped.

"I'm not lying to Hermione!" Ron shouted fiercely. "I've not even_"

"Is everything all right?" Fleur asked cautiously, approaching with pure caution.

"Y-yes," Ron stuttered.

"It doesn't seem like it," said Hermione, her arms across her chest. "And I_"

"Hey Fleur, I think they'd like to be alone for a moment?" Harry suggested, seeing Ron's horrified expression from the corner of his eye.

"N_" Ron began.

"Okay," Fleur said. "I'll be right back, Ron – 'ou take 'our time!" And Harry led Fleur away.

Hermione looked at Ron, sadness gleaming in her eyes. "What is it, Ron?" Hermione asked, denying the fact that she was burning inside with sorrow.

Ron shrugged, looking sad, too. "Well…I haven't really told you – but it seems like you've seen it for yourself – but I didn't want you to know – or even want you to see – and I hope you can understand that it was a terrible mistake and misunderstanding – amongst which I regret – and_"

"You kissed Fleur."

Ron looked to Hermione, shock in his eyes. He frowned, took a deep breath and huffed out a faint little, "Yes."

Hermione's head hung low and a little tear slithered from her face and fell to the floor. "And I regret it!" Ron said quickly. "It didn't happen like that, Hermione_"

"Then how did it happen, Ron?" Hermione said fiercely. "You just happened to be slobbering all over her when I walked by? Oh, please."

That pierced Ron like a piece of broken glass, and it left a mark; His face reddened like a radish and he shrugged. "N-not exactly," Ron shook his head. "We were in the library and – and Fleur came over to me with excitement and said that she wanted to talk to me in private – and I said "fleur we're the only ones in here" and then – and then she kissed me! And – and – and I didn't want to reject her, or tell her t-that I had a girlfriend, but – but_"
Hermione was now sobbing, so Ron stopped mid sentence, feeling horrid. "Hermione – I'm sorry!"

And then the ring Ron gave Hermione was flung at Ron, and Hermione stormed off. "Wait – Hermione!" Ron called after her, pulling her around by her arm. "LOOK, I didn't do this on purpose – it just – happened!"

"I'm sorry, Ron, but you should maybe date Fleur instead," Hermione protested, shaking the tears from her eyes. "Just don't make the same mistake you've made with me – you two deserve each other, Ron, you are a lucky one – she's a veela, how lucky is that? Goodbye Ron." And Ron's heart seemed to have broken so awfully that he couldn't speak or stop her as she disappeared in the crowd of students.

And then Harry's voice called, "Where's Hermione snogger?" And then he laughed tauntingly.

That's when anger ripped through Ron's chest, and he turned around to face Harry and snarled, "You!"

"Me?" Harry referred to himself. "What about me, Ron?"

"You ruined everything!" Ron yelled. "You ruined my relationship with Hermione – you ruined_"
"Woah, woah, woah!" Harry raised his arms in disapproval. "You ruined everything – not me, not Hermione, not Fleur, you."
Ron frowned, looking to Fleur and then to Harry. "You_" And then Ron stopped, realizing the truth. And then he said breathlessly, "You're right."

And then Ron turned around and slowly walked away and into the crowd. Harry hurried after him. "Ron." Harry pulled Ron around. "I'm sorry about this – I shouldn't have done that – I mean, it's just – I don't know…I just, well…I guess I just didn't like the fact that_"

And then Fleur was sobbing. "Zis is all my fault! If only I had stayed faraway from 'ou, Ron, zis would 'ave never 'appened! I am so sorry, Ron."

Ron shrugged. "Thanks," He said meaninglessly. "I…I'm sorry too."
Fleur stopped sobbing in confusion. "W-why are you sorry?" She asked.

"I'm sorry that there'll never be an us," And then Ron disappeared into the crowd of students.

Later in the dungeons…

"Students," Severus Snape murmured glumly. "Hurry and get into class – I'll wait another minute."

Harry was walking with Hermione, comforting her. "Hermione, I'm sorry about all this, and I know Ron is, too. He was very sad when you dumped him earlier. He didn't want to talk about it – not even to me."

We entered the classroom. "He did indeed look rather sad," Hermione agreed. "But still, he cheated on me with – with – with – with Fleur Delacour!"

We sat down next to each other right as Fleur entered, and she sat next to Hermione. Hermione looked away, not wanting to meet eye-contact, but then she felt a tap on her left arm and looked to see Fleur smiling shyly. "'Ello, 'ermione," She said kindly. "I'm sorry for what 'appened – I didn't mean it like zat! I didn't mean for zis to 'appen! I didn't know – well, I didn't know quite frankly, zat 'ou and Ron were an item!"

Hermione nodded slowly, sucking in deeply. "Y-yeah," She stuttered quietly. "I'm sorry for what happened, too." And then she turned back to Harry. "It's not very nice to_"

"_'ermione, I am so very sorry!" Fleur whined. "I apologize – I truly do!"

"I know you're sorry," Hermione nodded. "And…I don't know, Fleur, I'm just not ready for this right now. I'm confused and lost and…I just don't know what to do."
"What a shocker," Harry eyed her. "I never thought you'd say that, miss 'I know everything.'"

Hermione chuckled, but it wasn't much of a happy chuckle. "So 'ou forgive me, 'ermione?"

Hermione thought hard, but it didn't take long for her to say, "No."

Fleur looked agonized. "I'm so sorry, 'ermione, I didn't_"

"I know, I know," Hermione nodded sourly. "You're sorry, I get it – and I hope you understand, but I just can't contain that strength right now – that strength to forgive you – but I will eventually. So don't worry about it, I'll take my time."

Fleur understood, but she wished that she hadn't. "O-okay," She stuttered.

The door shut, and Professor Snape was twirling his wand in his hands. "Take out your textbooks and turn to page 6, chapter 1, section 3."

. We all did so quietly and when he seized that we'd done what he'd asked, he went over to the green board and wrote with chalk:
The unforgivable curses, and killing curse

There were a few gasps around the room. Professor Snape whirled around to face the class, obviously pleased with himself. "Yes, Miss Granger?" He asked slowly.

"Professor McGonagall says that we aren't allowed to learn about these curses," Hermione said quickly.

"Well Professor McGonagall isn't here, is she?" Snape sneered. "Who's in charge of potions? I am."

"But this is potions," Hermione reminded him. "So why are we doing defense against the dark arts?"
He looked offended. "Miss Granger, I'm going to ask you one more time to stuff it. We have lots to learn in so little time, so I'd find myself very fond if you'd shut it."
Hermione shut her mouth at once, her cheeks turning red slowly. "Thank you," He said coldly, and then he began with, "Who can tell me the three unforgivable curses?" He scanned the classroom, in which not a hand raised. And then Neville Longbottom slowly raised his hand. "Longbottom."

"The C-Cruciatos curse, s-sir," Neville stuttered quietly.

"Very good," Snape said, pursing his lips before writing on the black board "Crucios."

He turned around again. "Does anyone know the other two?"

Neville raised his hand again, but he was the only one. "Does anybody else know the other two?"

Slowly Hermione raised her hand. "Granger."

"The Imperios curse," She answered, biting her lip uncomfortably.

He nodded, and wheeled around and wrote, "Imperios."

And then he wheeled back to face the class once again. "The last one – Luna Lovegood, I'm sure you'll know this, taking your father into matters."

Luna, frightened, muttered, "Selahora."

He smirked. "I stand corrected, Lovegood." And then he wrote that down on the board. "Harry Potter."

Harry then looked up at Snape. And he finally said, "T-there's only three, sir."

"I'm not talking about the unforgivable curses," He shook his head. "I'm talking about the killing curse."

The hairs rose on the back of Harry's neck. There were a few whispers here and there, and he slowly looked around before saying slowly, "A.K."

"And what does A.K stand for, Mr. Potter?" Snape asked, on his toes. "Say it fully."

"I-I really don't feel comfortabl_" Harry protested slowly.

"Say it, Potter!"

"Avada…Avada…Avada Kazoosie?" Harry pretended that he didn't know it, but Severus knew he did, as he gave him 'the glare.'

"Potter, you have five seconds to say the real spell, or you'll find yourself in detention," Snape said coldly.

"Wait!" Harry bellowed. "Can't I just spell it out instead?"

"N_" Snape began.

"_Can't you see he's nervous saying it?" Hermione blurted out and then she clasped her hands to her mouth in immediate regret.

Snape stared at her. "Hermione Granger, I'd like to see you after class." And then his eyes met Harry's again. "Very well, come on up."

Harry spelt out on the board "Avada Kedavara." He stepped away and sat back down.

"Yes," Snape said. "Indeed. Draco, would you read the first paragraph for me?"

"Sure," Draco said, letting out a small groan. "The Cruciatos curse will boun_"

And the door burst open, revealing professor McGonagall who stepped in with an unpleasant look creased across her face. "Severus," She muttered.

"Minerva."

"You are well of use to_"
"_I will not help that slimy old git perform the patronus, Minerva!" Snape snarled unhappily. "So mind it you will do!"

Mrs. McGonagall looked appalled. "Severus Snape, I shall not be talked to that way! I'm not to be ordered around by you – I order you around, Snape, and I advise that you do not tell me what to do ever again. You'll be at regret."

"I have a class to teach, Minerva, so won't you get out?"

She grunted. "It'd be my pleasure, Severus – why are you teaching them about those things?"

"Ah, so you've seen the board?" Snape said, referring to the curses scribbled on the black board. "I'm teaching them this stuff because it's useful – unlike anything you've ever said."
"Severus," She gasped. "I cannot – you will apologize right this moment, and you will do as I say and come help him with the Patronus_"

"_Minerva, my advice would be to get out of this room right this very moment!"
She stood firmly. "I will – class, will you excuse me and professor for a moment? We need to have a little presumed chat, out in the hallway – Severus." She motioned to the doorway and they both walked out, shutting the door behind them. And then there was yelling beyond the door in the room.

"'Ermione, do 'ou have ze prophet?" Fleur asked, tapping on Hermione's shoulder.

"No, I do not Fleur, and I'd quite appreciate it if you'd stop talking to me?" Hermione shrugged uneasily. "You're quite annoying."

Fleur frowned. "I-I'm sorry – it's just that maybe being a new student in all, a little 'elp would be nice – I guess 'our not as cunning as I thought 'ou were."

Hermione's jaw dropped. "You foul little monkey!" Hermione gasped. "You don't even belong here – snogging other girl's boyfriends? What were you thinking, Fleur! You should be ashamed of yourself." And Hermione turned her back on Fleur at once.

And then Fleur was sobbing terribly. "I-I'm sorry, 'ermione! I've already told 'ou so – but 'ou will not listen to me! I am sorry, 'ermione, truly sorry. I know 'ou'll never forgive me, and 'ou shouldn't because 'ou 'ave every right to 'ate me, but I just want 'ou to know that it was an accident and I would never purposely try to 'urt 'ou."

I pulled my wand slowly from my cloak and whispered, "Tukintos."

And Fleur's mouth was zipped shut. She started sobbing harder, trying to make words, but her mouth wouldn't open. "What'd you do, Hermione?" Harry asked with a frown. "And why isn't Ron here – he should be, he's in this class."
"Why would you care if Ron was here or not?" Hermione sighed. "He's not a true friend at all – he's a bad egg."

"Hermione, I know Ron hurt you, and I can't ever forgive him for that either – but we've been best friends since I can remember," Harry reminded her. "And to be honest, he was there for me when I needed a friend when I was eleven years old. Who was it that helped me get through platform nine and three quarters? Who was it, who on the train, thought I was so cool? He's helped me a lot in getting my work done, and I'm not about to start hating him now – I hope you'll understand, at least one day." He shrugged.

"Well," Hermione said quickly and rather fiercely. "I was there too, now wasn't I?"

"You were," Harry agreed with a nod. "Don't get me wrong – if it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have accomplished many things."
Fleur tapped Hermione, and Hermione turned to look at her. "What Fleur?"
"Hmhmhmhmh!" She mumbled, not being able to speak correctly.

"It's wh_"

And then the door swung open, cutting Hermione off, and in waltzed a very unhappy Severus Snape. He shut the door behind him – rather slammed – and walked to the front of the classroom. "Does anybody know where Weasley is?" Snape said dully. "He's not been seen."

Hermione wasn't at all terrified – she was rather happy that he possibly could've vanished from the face of the Earth. Yes, quite happy she was.

But Harry – he was mortified. Harry immediately raised his hand.

"Potter?" Snape said coldly.

"I saw Ron earlier – before I came down here for class," Harry said uneasily. "I'm not sure where he went though. I think he might've possibly been too depressed to come to class today – which unfortunately means he'll have to face the consequences – unless he's sick, which he looked well enough when I last saw him."

Snape started pacing slowly. "Mr. Potter, is Weasley skipping class?"

"I don't know," Harry shook his head. "He might be – but I can't_"
And then the door opened and there Ron was, carrying his books. He shut the door behind him.

"Mr. Weasley_" Snape began.

Ron put a piece of paper down on Snape's desk. "Professor Dumbledoor wanted a word with me – he wrote you a note to make sure you knew that I was really with him."

And then he took a seat next to Harry.

"Fleur Delacour – you're new to the school. Would you do the honor of telling me what_"
"Mmhmmmm!" Fleur started to panic.

"Revolvo!" Snape aimed for Fleur.

And then the spell was off. "'rofessor – somebody 'ut that spell on me!"

Snape pursed his lips. "Who?"

"I-I don't know!" Fleur exclaimed. "I think it was_" And then she stopped herself, not wanting to get Hermione in trouble because if she did, she knew that Hermione would hate her even more. "_It was Draco."

Snape looked shocked, and he turned to face Draco. "Is this true, Draco?"
"It wasn't me!" Draco sneered. "I don't even talk to her – what makes you think I would attack her?"

Snape then looked at Fleur. "Whoever put the Tukintos spell on Delacour, if you do not admit yourself, I'm going to make class a living hell."
Nobody said anything. They just made glances around the room.

"Very well," Professor Snape said. "Yelahne!" And then there was a orange glow that immediately vanished. "Who put that spell on Fleur Delacour?"

The truth spell immediately took on Hermione's instincts. "It was me!" She blurted out. "I put the spell on Fleur."
Snape was not pleased at hearing that – rather shocked. "Well, well, well, miss Granger?" Snape asked. "I am surprised – you are the brightest of this class – why did you put that spell on Fleur?"
Hermione shrugged the truth spell still on her. "She was getting on my last nerves – every few seconds she would try to settle things out over us – because I'm angry with her at the moment – and she wouldn't stop talking to me. So I figured that ought to shut her up."

"You know what this means, Granger." Professor snape drew a piece of paper from his desk and took a quill and began to write on it. "You will have a week's worth of detention."

Hermione frowned. "To be most truthful, I don't like the idea of that, Professor."

"Revolvo!"

And then the truth spell whisked away and Hermione shuddered. Everybody seemed to be looking at her. There were low whispers. Hermione sighed and looked down at the ground, wishing a hole would suck her from the face of the Earth.

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