Chapter 1 – Hermione's problem
'I'm sick of it! Sick to death of having to leave the room every time 'Won-Won' and his prissy little girlfriend decide to have a tonsil wrestle! Ginny was right, Ron is nothing but a Filthy little hypocrite.'
Hermione was on her way to the library, after walking into the Gryffindor common room and stumbling across another 'Won-Won' and Lavender soft-porno in the making.
'I have to think of a way to get at him… but how?'
As she got to the library she started to think about a rather interesting conversation she and Ginny had had in the early hours of the morning, just before going to bed;
(flashback)
Hermione was the only one in the common room; It was late, and she was sitting near the fireplace, crying. She was watching the embers making their last futile attempts to keep her warm, thinking about the boy who's attention and love she so longed for, when a pair of familiar voices came floating through the common room to her ears. Apparently Dean Thomas and Ginny had arranged to meet here for some 'alone time'. Ginny told Hermione everything, so she knew about her friend's early morning wanderings. She also knew that these wanderings were completely innocent. All Dean and Ginny ever did was kiss, nothing more (Ginny would definitely have told her otherwise).
The scene of the prefect sitting alone near the dying embers was enough to stop the couple in their tracks.
Hermione attempted to cover the fact that she had been crying by wiping her eyes, putting on a rather convincing smile and asking – "so… what are you two skulking around this time in the morning for, no 'hanky-panky' I hope?"
But Ginny, knowing her best friend too well, knew something was wrong. For a start Hermione's eyes were all puffy and red. Second of all Hermione, being a prefect, would normally have scolded any students (even including Ginny) for doing what Ginny and her boyfriend were doing right now. But instead she put on this act to try and cover up the fact that she was hurting over something. And Ginny knew exactly what was hurting her best friend so much; Ron. Her insensitive, hypocritical, heartless, cruel, jealous dunderhead of a brother, who's main goal for the past few weeks has been to hurt and humiliate Hermione as much as he could, by means of a gossip spreading little spoiled 'princess' who goes by the name Lavender Brown.
"Why don't you go back to bed" Ginny whispered to Dean, "I think she needs me more than you do right now."
"Ok I'll see you in the morning." He replied, kissing her on the forehead "Hope you sort out whatever's bothering her."
As Dean walked back up the stairs, Ginny couldn't help thinking that not all boys are so clueless and selfish after all. She was quite impressed that he managed to spot that something was up with Hermione. She was soon ripped out of this trail of thought however, when she heard Hermione starting to cry.
"Oh, Hermione…" she rushed over to her distressed friend and put a comforting arm around her shoulder.
"Why does he hate me?" Hermione pleaded to her younger friend. "What did I do to make him want to treat me this way?"
"Nothing." Ginny said trying to comfort her friend. "You didn't do anything wrong, Hermione this is his problem, no yours."
Ginny knew exactly why Ron was treating her this way, and she couldn't help but feel guilty. Thoughts of a scene that took place a few weeks ago came flooding back to her, in which she and Dean had been caught kissing by Ron and Harry, plus the row that followed. In her anger she had told Ron that Hermione and Krum had 'snogged'. Ever since that row Ron had been giving Hermione the cold solder, and after the last quiddich match, had been sucking Lavenders face off every opportunity he got- especially when Hermione was around!
Ginny was afraid to tell Hermione about what she had told Ron in the heat of the row, she was well aware of her friends fierce temper and didn't want it aimed at her. But now, Ginny thought, the time had come to put her rather selfish worries aside so that she could help her friend understand that she hadn't done anything wrong.
After coming clean about the argument Ginny was rather pleased to find that Hermione wasn't angry at all, well at her at least.
"That spaz!" she muttered, apparently unable to fathom Ron's thinking. "That utterly idiotic moron" She said, a little louder this time. "I can't believe that all this has been about something that happened during our fourth year."
"I'm sorry Hermione. This is entirely my fault, if I'd have kept my mouth shut instead of blabbing… I should never have dragged your name into the row."
"No Ginny, like you said; it's his problem, he's so immature!"
After another hour of 'Ronald bashing' the girls decided to call it a night (technically it was 3am) and go to bed.
They were just about to go their separate ways when Ginny turned to Hermione and said; "you know, if I were in your situation I wouldn't just mope around and take it."
"Oh yeah?" Hermione scoffed "Let's hear it then, what would you do in this situation?" she said again in a 'you-don't-know-what-your-talking-about' kind of way.
"I would devise a plan to get him back. He's treating you like crap to get at you, so devise a plan that'll make him squirm." Ginny answered with a rather evil glint in her eye. "And I'm sure that with a brain like yours, you would be able to come up with a great plan to get back at my less than quick witted brother. G'night Hermione."
"G'night Ginny."
(End flashback)
Hermione was now situated in the far right of the library, away from most other people. The wall that separated the restricted section from the rest of the library was behind her bench.
"Hmmm. A plan" she thought aloud "but what can I do to get at him the way he's been getting at me?"
She looked around for inspiration, but nothing came to her. Frustrated with her lack of imagination she started to read from a rather heavy book on love potions.
'A love potion would be good.' She mused. 'I could make Ron fall in love with me.'
However, after toying with the idea for a while she decided it would be best if she devised a less illegal plan.
Hermione was about to give up on her plan devising skills, when all of a sudden a strange noise coming from behind a nearby bookshelf caught her attention. She waited and listened and when another strange noise was heard she decided that she would investigate.
The noise was that of two girls giggling. Not giggling in a silly, girly way, but in a sexy, seductive way. As Hermione drew nearer she could make out some other noises too. She could hear the odd moan, gasp, and what sounded very much like the sound of kissing.
Hermione was now standing the other side of the book shelf and decided she wanted to see whether her eyes would show her what she suspected her ears were telling her.
Now, being so close to them, she swore she also heard the unmistakable sound that is made when a bra strap is undone.
Reaching for a book half way down the shelf, she took it out as carefully and as quietly as she could, when;
"Hermione, my dear girl!" It was Madam Prince, the librarian, who liked Hermione because of their mutual liking of books. Normally Hermione would be equally glad of Madam Princes' company and intellectual conversations. Right now however, as the two girls Hermione was hoping to spy on hastily got up and left, obviously scared off by madam Princes' sudden appearance, she let a word escape her mouth that normally she wouldn't-
"Shit!"
Luckily Madam Prince didn't hear her. And before another word could be said by either of them, there came a loud bang from somewhere in the front of the library and Madam Prince had to leave to protect her precious books from some third years causing trouble.
Normally Hermione (being a prefect and all) would have gone with Madam Prince to help out. Now however, she was devising a rather cunning plan to get back at her less than subtle red headed friend.
Although unable to see what those girls were up to, her suspicions of their activities was enough to give her the brainwave she needed to scheme up a plan so sly it would have Ron sorry he ever treated her so badly.
"This is going to be fun." An evil smirk spread across her face, but she knew she had her work cut out if this plan was ever going to work.