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Head Girl Hermione Granger glided down the dark halls of Hogwarts Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her boyfriend of three months, Ron Weasley, had cancelled their plans for the night claiming he was sick. Ron Weasley; he was absolutely perfect.
Hermione carried a container of warm chicken soup in her hands, a home remedy that worked like magic. She wasn't particularly worried about catching something from him; all she wanted was to spend time with her boyfriend, and if he couldn't attend their date, she'd bring it to him.
"Preserve," she whispered to the sleeping Fat Lady, who guarded the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. The Fat Lady batted an eye, and immediately opened up the portrait door.
It was pretty late at night, so Hermione tiptoed up the stairs to the boys' dormitory. The beds were mysteriously all empty, except for one with a white curtain pulled around it. They must have not wanted to catch Ron's cold or something. She wanted to surprise him. She had pictured this in her head: she'd feed him his soup with love, and they'd spend the whole night kissing. Unfortunately, she hadn't foreseen what she saw next.
Hermione pulled back the curtain, and there it was: her redheaded boyfriend on top of a writhing blonde. What the fuck? Who was this slut? The girl moaned and turned her head to the side. That's when she caught sight of a very angry Hermione Granger.
"Ron! Ron!" she hastily whispered, tapping him urgently on the shoulder.
"Mmm, yeah baby. Say my name!" Gross.
"No, Ron – turn around!" she shot her finger at Hermione, almost hitting Ron. He swiveled his head around so fast, it was a miracle he didn't get whiplash.
"Shit, Hermione. What are you doing here?"
The heartbroken girl stood petrified, before coming to her senses. "What am I doing here? What the hell is Lavender doing here?"
"Look, Hermione. Don't make this into something it's not. It's really not what it looks like. We were just…"
"What? What were you doing that doesn't look like you fucking her brains out? Homework? A game of chess? I think not."
"Fine," he yelled, frustrated and embarrassed at the same time. "You want the truth?"
"That would be nice." Hermione spat out.
"I couldn't help it, ok? It's not like you were giving out so…"
"So you decide to get ass from the Syphilis Queen? What the fuck were you thinking?"
"Ok, so I wasn't really thinking when I did this, but…"
"Thank you, Captain Obvious," she interrupted for the umpteenth time.
"You have to believe me, Hermione. I really didn't mean for things to turn out this way; it just happened, ok?"
"No, not ok!" she screamed. "It will never be ok. Don't you understand? You ruined everything. Don't you ever talk to me again." Tears were pouring down her face in buckets by now, but she was too distraught to care.
"And you," she pointed a shaky finger at Lavender. "If I ever see you around me or my friends again, I'll beat you till you can't walk straight."
"Whatever, it's not like the sex was that good anyways." Lavender coolly replied. She wrapped a sheet around her naked body and calmly walked out of the room.
"Ron Weasley, you disgust me," Hermione said her final words, before spinning around on her heels and running out. Running till her feet hurt and her face was covered with dry patches of tears.
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