Author's note: SORRY SORRY SORRY about not updating! I was on a vacation! Anyway, here's a new one and just a warning: THE NEXT CHAPTER IS GOING TO BE THE FLUFFIEST THING THAT YOU HAVE EVER READ. Just saying. This one is kinda cute though. I guess. Just please review because I'm not getting to the review numbers that I want… thanks!

The next day, in the afternoon, Hermione was sitting in the common room- naturally doing her homework- while the boys were in Quidditch practice. It was one of the hottest days in the year, and Hermione couldn't focus on her transfiguration book because she was worried that Ron (or Harry) was too hot and not drinking enough, or that he'll get sunburns.

In 15:20 the portrait hole swung open to revile Harry and Ron, sweaty and tired. As soon as Ron got to the middle of the common room he said "HOT" in a very loud voice and took off his shirt to change into a clean one that he put on the couch. As soon as he did so, every girl in the room suddenly stared at him, including Lavender, who was either counting Ron's abs or cursing Hermione under her breath- Hermione couldn't tell. She smiled to herself as Ron, in his new clean shirt, kissed her, then sat beside her on the couch. He put his head I her lap as he muttered "tired". He was asleep in less than a minute. Hermione ran her fingers through his hair and was now much more comfortable with her homework. The fact that Lavender was staring at her, half crying, also helped.

After Ron woke up- or actually woken by a leg numbed Hermione- they decided to go for a walk, considering it was afternoon and it was much nicer outside. They walked silently, enjoying each other's company. About 15 minutes after they started walking they ran into a fifth year Gryffindor who wanted to talk to Ron about techniques for the next Quidditch game. Ron turned around to talk to him, and Hermione, who had not the slightest bit of interest in sports-that-could-possibly-kill-or-injure-you-Rona ld-!, looked away to the lake. Unfortunately for her, Lavender was coming from her opposite direction and started slamming insults at her, until finally, she snapped.

"You know what Lavender? If you have something to say to me, you should stop acting like a little girl and say it to my face!"

"Yes, I have something to say to you!" Lavender shouted. "It's unbelievable that you haven't figure out what you are yet! You're a CHARITY CASE! Did you actually think that Ron Weasley could love something like that? If you have, there is obviously something wrong with you. LOOK AT YOU! You spend your free time reading, your looks like a badly trimmed bush and you're not even remotely interested in making yourself beautiful or interesting for him! But what would you know about interesting, you're a mudblood. What your people do for entrainment is watch your stupid little moving box. The ONLY reason he pretends to love you is because you were his friend before and he doesn't want to hurt you, plus it'll give him a bad impression in his little blood traitor family, breaking a mudblood's heart!"

Hermione didn't move. She just stood there, outraged by Lavender's words. Ron spoke first- Hermione had a feeling he was listening for a while. He didn't shout, he spoke calmly, but his voice shook a little, in a way only Hermione could notice.

"Lavender, I never say this, but if you say one more word I'll make sure that you experience pain that you never felt before. I'm not capable on hurting people like that myself, but I'll find someone who will."

"What happened, Ronald? Did I accidently told your little girlfriend why you're really with her?"

"Lavender, you should leave."

As he said this, Lavender turned around and drifted away. Hermione turned around as well, headed for the castle as quickly as she could, Ron following her. She knew Ron loved her, but what Lavender said actually made some sense.

Before Hermione knew it, she was standing in the empty girls dormitory with Ron on her side.

"I CANT BELIVE SHE SAID THA-" Ron started to yell but was cut of by Hermione's arms being swung around his neck and a lot of bushy brown hair blocking his view. Ron lifted her a little- she was too short and kissing and hugging her would hurt his back so he would lift her a bit so she would be in his height every time they did one of those. Hermione thought it was romantic, and she was happy so he couldn't complain- and soon felt his shoulder becoming wet from tears.

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