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It wasn't Ron.
"Next time pluck up the courage to ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!" she cried.
"That's beside the point." It was beside the point and she knew it. But she wasn't trying to prove a point. She was simply trying release some of the hurt and anger she was feeling and Ron was a perfect target right now. She honestly wasn't even listening anymore. A hurricane of emotions had been brewing in her heart all night, and with one kiss, the storm had finally hit.
"Ron, you ruin everything." And with that, she sank to the floor. She would have to apologize tomorrow,but she just needed to vent. She wanted someone else to be as unhappy and miserable as she was; no matter how selfish it sounded. But now she just wanted to be alone. She didn't want a friend to console her. She didn't want anyone to hug her and tell her everything would be alright when it wouldn't. And above all she didn't want to go back into the hall, put on a fake smile and pretend to be having the most magical night of her life with a boy she barely knew. But that's just what she did. Because that's what everyone expected of her. Everyone expected her to always be first in class, to always be the loyal, unwavering friend to the boy who lived. They always expected her to the brave Gryffindor prefect. And she was. She spent night after night in the library studying and it payed off. She was first in class. She stayed true to Harry and was always by his side. She was a perfect prefect and strove to uphold every rule. But what they didn't expect was that Hermione had fallen for the bad boy Slytherin dancing with Pansy Parkinson.
