That git!

Hermione couldn't believe it. Her shoes pound on down the moving stairs, disturbing sleeping paintings on the wall. She mutters sorry over and over while passing. In fact she is sorry, for herself that is.

How can he do this to me? After all we have been through?

She caught Ron snogging. Not just any girl. Stupid Lavender stupid Brown.

She took a left then right with no sense of direction, no means of slowing down. Tears blurred her vision more than once, slowing her progress down. Slowing her progress of getting away from the scene.

Where should she go? Where does she even belong? To the common room? The library? She quickly dismissed the thought as they'll find her quickly there. Hermione then figured out the perfect spot to go, Myrtle's bathroom. She'll drown in her own tears with Myrtle.

With every bearing step Hermione took felt like the books in her arms were getting heavier and heavier. She took a second to figure out where she was left or right? Hermione thought she was on the 3rd floor but when she asked one of the paintings, an old wizard adorned in green and silver, he just huffed and turned around.

Hermione bit her lip.

This is just great, she thought, and a perfect way to add to such a horrible day!

Right then and there she thought of curling up in a ball to cry. She couldn't take it anymore. Hermione thought her seventh year was going to consist of studying, laughing, hanging out with her best friends, and having fun. Look how good that turned out, Hermione thought bitterly.

The only good thing that happened was when she got the Head Girl badge. And even that has its downsides, Malfoy is the Head Boy.

Hermione leaned against the wall to collect herself. In no way she was the calm and collected of the Golden Trio at the moment. Her head was pounding as a million thoughts flew through her head, her heart was hurting as if someone stuck a knife and twisted it, her face was red as tears streaked down her once pale and to make matters worse Hermione was lost.

Images flew through her mind sucking Hermione into a movie she didn't want to relive.

Hermione walked down a corridor pleased with herself. She just asked Professor Flitwick if she could hand her Charms paper in two weeks early. He was so surprised he almost toppled of his desk chair he was positioned on. In exchange for the early paper Professor Flitwick told Hermione what she got on her quiz they took just yesterday, a 100 plus an extra 5 points for the extra credit.

Hermione was so happy she could sing. Not that she would ever try, she always got embarrassed when everybody stopped and stared when she was singing. Hermione figured that was her cue that she wasn't that good of a singer.

She started towards the Gryffindor Common Room excited to tell Harry and Ron the news when she heard a giggle behind a door in the corridor she was currently walking. Being Head Girl Hermione thought she'd look into the matter immediately.

Not bothering to knock Hermione slammed the door open only to find Ron on top of Lavender Brown both of them wearing no shirt.

Lavender giggled, "Oh Won-Won look it's your best friend, she's flushed. What are you going to do Hermione? Take points off your own house?"

Hermione was furious. Ignoring the simple girl she bellowed, "Ronald Bilius Weasley!"

Ron looked up and at least had the decency to look ashamed, "Look Hermione I'm,"

"No. Just drop it Ron. How could you?" Tears welled up in her eyes.

Ron started towards Hermione carefully as if she was as fragile as a glass vase. And in a way she was.

"Hermione don't be mad. It was for the best."

Hermione pretended not hear. Blood rushed to her ears making it sound like waves at a beach. Only if she was at a beach now then this would've probably not have happened. She couldn't stand being in the same room anymore, so instead she talked to farthest wall behind him and Lavender, "50 points off for Gryffindor for close intimacy of fellow students." Hermione said in a monotone voice, not caring anymore and suddenly very exhausted.

Hermione turned on her heel picked up some notebooks she have dropped and walked as fast as she could down the corridor.

She could hear Ron screaming "Hermione! Hermione wait! I can explain!"

Too late she thought, too late for us anymore.

Hermione blinked. She wondered how long she was standing against the wall.

At the moment she hated Ron. She wanted nothing to do with him at the least. It was just like sixth year all over again.

After everything they shared, being with Harry and searching for Horocruxes. After they thought they had them all destroyed Ron's mother, Molly, made them go back to school in hope that it will distract them from the upcoming war with Voldemort. But instead, it brought up new drama and grueling challenges for all three.

Hermione picked her books up from the floor where she dropped them and started off down the corridor towards a painting that looks somewhat familiar.

When she had reached the portrait she immediately knew who or more exactly what she was looking at Sir Cadogan, the portrait that replaced the Fat Lady temporarily while the Fat Lady was getting repaired from getting ripped up by Sirius, Harry's godfather. Hermione had to admit he wasn't well liked because he kept changing the passwords but she thought he was her last chance of finding her way back to the Head's common room.

"Excuse me? Excuse me, Sir Cadogan? I need your help."

The horse in the portrait moves from behind a tree to show a man, a knight to be exact, "Ho! A pretty little lady stranded all alone in the dungeons! Help I must! Come, follow me my lady!"

He veers his horse as if to go to the right into the next painting. The horse takes of running and Hermione is left to scowl at the empty portrait that Sir Cadogan just occupied.

Then she comes to her senses and starts running off towards the direction the knight took off to.

Well, Hermione thought while panting slightly, at least I get my exercise and a guide, at least something good came out from today's disasters.