Disclaimer: Well since my name's not Jo Kathleen Rowling, then we know I didn't create Harry Potter and any of its associations. I also did not write A Midsummer Night's Dream- but it's amazing! And I didn't come up with the idea for the movie "Get Over It" but it's pretty parallel to one of my high school relationships.... except for me finding that perfect soul mate- nope, still hasn't happened yet.

A/N: Ok so to those of you who added me to your story updates, here's chapter 2! Yay! This is feeling really good. But please let me know what you think, I could use some feedback, it makes me feel better! Anyway, I hope you like this.... I hope that nobody attacks me for taking away the magic, it's just sooo hard to write them as teenagers, they'd be at Hogwarts and have the problems of Voldemort, so taking away the chances of death and making them normal teenagers in high school (which by the way, they ARE in the states, but I haven't really decided which state.... I guess I'll pick one out.... or go with the default of my home state, California?) and they have the problems that normal high schoolers have; relationships and drama.... yeah, well anyway, bear with me as I set up the story- it doesn't really get interesting till later..... well I guess I'll get on with the show!

Ron's POV

We arrived at school and I grabbed the spot closest to the exit. Harry groaned that he had to walk across the campus just to get to his class, but when were these spots ever empty?! I loosely reached for my bag from the trunk at the same time Hermione went to grab her bag and books, our hands bumped I couldn't help but feel a shock go through my fingers where they brushed her wrist, damn static electricity. She stilled her actions for a moment, and stared at the spot where my hand had been. I cleared my throat and she snapped out of her reverie, blushing that wonderful rose color again. 'what is wrong with me?'

Locking and closing up the car, we parted ways; the girls heading towards the benches outside the music building and Harry and I heading for the A quad, where most of our clique hung out. I walked briskly, excited to see Lavender after a week of fighting, I was sure she couldn't be still mad, could she? Would she? I mean the argument was kind of stupid. So I wanted to spend time with her, chicks love that type of stuff, right? I saw her sitting in the crowd of her friends, perched on the table in the middle, like a queen. She was chatting with Parvati Patil, a look of subtle anguish on her face... like she was going to tell someone their favorite pet had died....

My hands started to sweat slightly, but I shook it off. We were great! Better than great, fantastic! She'd never dump me, we'd been going out since sophomore year, she'd kissed me the coach's New Team Members party...

Maybe that was the only reason she liked me, because I was a jock. The only exceptional guy to date... I guess that was the luck I had with getting her, I mean what would a beautiful girl like her want with a red-headed nerd like me?

As we approached I attempted to pull a groggy face, despite the fact that I wasn't tired at all. She looked at me and pulled a half smile onto her face, trying to convince me that nothing was wrong. I knew better, I knew her better than anyone. I went up and just stood in front of her, slumping my shoulders to play up my act, but I bet she could tell I was upset.

"Hey Ron." She said with a somewhat flat tone. She'd refrained from using her nick name for me "Won-Won" for the past month. I guess to sort of hint that there was something wrong, that our relationship was roughly going downhill. "We need to, erm, talk." she said, hoping that it at least gave me a bit of preparation for what she was about to say. I almost wanted to walk away, to pretend like she never uttered those dread four words. The words that guys like me should be prepared to take like a man and then go run off and cry like a little girl, only emphasizing how much of a woman I acted like! I solemnly nodded, my death nod.... I was going to be shot in the heart by the only girl I'd ever dated, the only girl I'd ever loved.

she walked past me, I followed, neither of us talking or touching like we normally would whenever we retreated to our favorite corner to make out. Probably cause we both knew that we weren't going to be doing that anymore, or maybe because we didn't know what to say to each other. We arrived at our corner and Lavender leaned against the wall, sighing, she picked up a strand of her hair and becan picking at it.

"So..." she said to the strand of hair instead of to me. I think she was hoping I'd say it first before she had to break me heart, but I didn't want to break up with her. A few moment of silence, then she huffed and gathered her courage. "I can't do this anymore, Ron."

I looked at her incredulously, "Do what?" I said defensively. She looked into my eyes, trying to pull off a sad look, but I could see the anger and frustration she felt for me.

"I can't take care of you! I can't spend everyday with you!" She paused a moment, I guess waiting for me to reply but I was too busy trying to keep myself together. I could feel my eyes burning with tears but I was also pissed! How could she turn this all on me, like it's my fault? "Remember when we first kissed, and the sparks were there? Well, now when I kiss you I almost feel like I'm kissing one of my girl friends, or worse.... your sister." I felt my heart sink. So she just wouldn't stop the gay jokes....

"So what are you proposing?" I said closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose. I quickly swiped away the tears that fell pretending something was in my eyes.

"Well, I don't think we're working out so well. I think we should-" she slightly choked on the words, but I caught the gist and then turned my back on her. "Wait, I packed up your stuff. It's in my locker, I thought it'd be easier this way. You could just send my stuff with Harry." She ran to her locker, and came back with a large shoe box. I took it, a blank look on my face... like I had died. Pale and stone like, as I walked away holding the box to my chest.

I was halfway across the quad when Harry caught me and jogged up to my sunken form. He seemed to understand what had happened and just walked silently next to me.

At lunch, Harry and I sat with our sisters.... I didn't care anymore.

"What's wrong with him?" Ginny asked Harry, a little more confident than normal. Maybe she was getting over her crush?

"I'll tell you later." He said low, I guess trying not to upset me.

Suddenly I felt a small hand on my shoulder, I looked up and saw Hermione sitting next to me. She had a sympathetic look on her face. I just stared at her, not really staring though. I was thinking of my plan of attack. I was not going to give up on Lavender, two people didn't date as long as we did and NOT work at keeping it together. It couldn't really be over, we were soul mates!

Hermione was blushing with her eyes staring at the ground when I finally realized that I'd been staring at her for a while. Harry and Ginny were just staring at us, Harry had a bit of a protective older brother gaze on his face as he looked at me. I blushed a bit and just turned back to my food.

I wasn't as attentive during practice as I normally was, which was probably why I got tackled so many times. I couldn't stop staring at her.

Lavender was holding tryouts for this year's squad and part of that process was to show the girls a routine that they had to try to recreate themselves. Her short skirt, I could see her red spankies riding up slightly, her top baring her mid-drift. Her large, perky- "OW!" I screamed as I felt the ball hit my face, I think it's broken.... ugh!

I looked up to see Harry, Coach Collins, and Lavender all looking concerned at my possibly mangled form.

"Nice one, Weasley, catch the ball with your face. Next you'll be scoring touchdowns with your ass! Off to the showers, kid!" Coach commanded me. I gratefully and embarrassingly looked at him and got up as fast as possible. Lavender followed me, but before she could say anything besides my name I escaped to the boys locker rooms. I stayed there until Harry came in and I exited with him out the back door as we headed to my car where our sisters were waiting.

"Dude, what are you doing tonight?" He asked skipping ahead of me with some kind of spurt of energy he grasped from nowhere. Damn the kid's always so pepped up!

"Probably wallowing in my own self pity, why?" I said morosely... at least it's more manly.

"Well I'm gonna take you out." He said jovially, I smirked as I caught a double meaning to his words.

"Yeah, Harry, mate, I like you.... but not like that, man." He smirked at my statement.

"I'll pick you up at 7, no arguments!" He demanded as he slunk into the front seats, I could see the girls interested expressions but didn't elaborate for them, probably wasn't their scene.

"Lovely, I'll wear my blue dress..." I muttered under my breath, Hermione giggled lightly. I was sure no one could hear that, hmm.

A/N: Sorry I didn't write much, but I have to update a few more stories and then go take care of my mom- she fractured her shoulder... yeah.... then I got rehearsal for My Fair Lady tonight.... yay. I'll try to update more tomorrow, but I'd be a lot more willing to write more if I got a few reviews? Thanks!