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Lavender flew down the dorm steps, screaming wildly.

"Ron!" He looked up from his essay which I had given back to him, perfectly corrected.

"What?"

"I need to talk to you."

"Er, ok, where?" He looked troubled, like he was hesitant about going. What was she going to talk to him about? Were they even going to talk at all?

"Just come with me!" She said, pulling him by his hand, causing him to fall to the ground. And knocking over his ink bottle.

"Ow," He mumbled, pulling himself to his feet.

"Come on, Ron!" She grabbed him by his hand yet again, and they flew out the common room portrait. They left me standing there, covered in ink.

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I heard Lavender come into our dorm room, and rolled over and glanced at the clock. 1:32 AM. What had they been doing?

"Parvati!" She hollered, waking all of us up.

"What?" She said, clearly half asleep.

"I got Ron!" that woke me up.

"What?" I said, interrupting their conversation. She giggled.

"Yeah, we snogged all night." Suddenly, those walls I had worked so hard to keep up, came crashing down, right on top of me. I was suffocating, I would die if someone didn't help me.

"Oohh, looks like somebody's jealous!" Parvati accused. Jealous? No way, it was more. I felt something I had never felt before towards Lavender. Pure hatred.

"Jealous?" I said, my voice sounding unnaturally high, even to me. "I would never be jealous! Why would I be jealous?"

"Maybe it's because you fancy Ron." Parvati said. I inhaled sharply.

"Me? Fancy Ron Weasley?"

"I dunno, Hermione." Lavender said.

"Give me ten good reasons of why you don't like him, then." Parvati challenged. I was beginning to hate my roommates more and more.

"Fine! You want ten good reasons! I'll give them to you!" I needed to buy myself more time, but how?

"Come on, Hermione, it shouldn't be that hard." Lavender crooned. God, she sounded so stupid when she talked like that. I'm not 5!

"Number one," I began, "he is selfish. He never does anything in return when I'm helping him with his homework. Number two, he has the emotional range of a teaspoon." Lavender giggled at that, which caused me to roll my eyes. "Number three, he curses way too much. Number four, he can be a bit unkind. Number five, he's too tall. Number six, he's afraid of spiders, I'm not even afraid of those things! Number seven, his eyes are too dreamy." Oh, oops! I didn't mean to say that.

"His 'eyes are too dreamy'? That's a reason WHY you like him!" Lavender huffed.

"I didn't mean to say that!" I quickly covered up, "I meant to say his eyes are pale!" She still looked suspicious as I carried on with my list.

"Number eight, he's not cute." That, was a downright lie. I think he's so handsome, I love the way he smiles and... getting off track! "Number nine, he's not all that smart..." I needed one more, then I was free! I wracked my brain, but I couldn't come up with anything... well, I came up with one thing, but it was a bit mean.

"Hermione! Just one more!" Parvati said, egging me on.

"He's a ginger." I said, then burried my face in the pillow. I cannot believe I just said that! I was so mean! Parvati and Lavender started howling.

"That's funny, Granger, really funny."