"He's just...he's just such an idiot you know!?!? He doesn't understand anything about people and general politeness and..just...argh!"

She burst out with anger, causing the house elves that had been watching her with giant orb like eyes to scatter away. Only Dobby stayed next to her, watching her with a curious expression, not daring to speak because everything ended her yelling out in frustration.

Hermione sighed and lifted a hand up to her eyes.

"I'm such an idiot to think I could have a completely good day..."

It had been such a good day. A great day, god damn it. And it had to end so badly. She banged her fist down on the wooden table, making the pot that Dobby was trying to clean clang loudly.

Her mind strayed momentarily to S.P.E.W but even that reminded her of Ron so she sighed and gave up, slumping down on her stool and replaying the nights events in her head. For about the third time that hour. She glared, mentally, at the boy in her mind, wishing she could just punch him once. And then she would feel better. Or worse. But either way, he would be in pain.

She had woken up, feeling more refreshed than she usually did after a night of sleep. She was the first in the shower, first dressed and the first out of her dormitory so she did everything at her own pace without any annoying room mates banging on the bathroom door complaining that she was taking too long. The rest of the day followed suit in being perfect. She got full marks in every test they got back that day and she was awarded in total 50 points by the end of the day. The weather outside was so perfect, her hair was staying in place for once and...everything was just perfect.

Until around 9o'clock that evening when she had been sitting alone writing letters, enjoying how peaceful the common room was for once. Perfect. And then in walked the Quidditch team. She smiled fondly at them, waving Harry and Ron over within seconds. They were all in an exceptionally good mood as well, having just had a really good practice. Of course, the moment they sat down they upset all of her letters, knocking them off the sofa and letting them float to the ground as they stretched out their too tall bodies wearily.

"Hi 'Mione." Harry yawned, shutting his eyes. Ron grinned at his best friend before stooping down and grabbing a few letters off the ground, placing them back on the cushion Hermione was sat on. She smiled appreciatively but that smile soon dropped when she saw Ron was quickly skimming over one of the letters still in his hand.

Please let that be the one to my mum, please let that be the one to my mum, she repeated over and over again in her mind.

But, unfortunately, it just wasn't. His face turned a light pink and then a dark red as he raised his eyes angrily to hers. She sighed a little to herself.

Oh, here we go.

"Ron-"

"Whatever. "

"Ron! It's just-"

"Whatever!" he said, more harshly that before. She fell silent. It was best to leave him when he got like this.

She plucked the letter out of his hand and put it down next to her, feeling uneasy as she felt his eyes still on it.

They stayed in silence for a few moments, Harry sinking low into the sofa as he felt the tension and Ron staying stiff and quiet. More people came over after a little while, including the twins, and Hermione was beginning to feel like the argument had been dodged when Ron spoke up,

"What the hell are you writing to Vicky about anyway?!"

She sighed, trying to keep her anger under control.

"Ronald, his name is Victor-"

"Don't call me Ronald! What are you, my mother?!" His ears turned an even darker shade of red.

"Oh shut up Ron."

"So why are you writing to him?!"

"I don't see how that's any of your business."

"It's completely my business!"

"How!?"

He hesitated at this point, looking uncertain. She crossed her arms smugly.

"See? None of your business if me and Victor are friends="

"But he doesn't want to be just your friend does he!?"

Hermione gasped and could feel her face burning up. The twins weren't helping matters by hooting loudly everytime one of them made a comment that they thought was a good one.

"How dare you Ronald!? You don't know what you're talking about-"

"Now to be fair Hermione, I think he does." This time Fred was the one who interrupted her. She turned, glaring viciously.

"Oh really. How?"

"Well..." chimed in George, "I think young Ron is pretty good at telling when someone doesn't want to just be your friend Hermione."

"Yeah," Fred again. Hermione groaned, "I mean, he knows EVERYTHING about what it's like to not want to just be your f-"

"Shut it you two!" Ron roared. Hermione turned and raised her eyebrows.

"He doesn't know ANYTHING!"

"Like hell I don't, this guy's bad news and-"

"How!? You've never even had a conversation with h-"

"You know, for a smart girl you're pretty dumb Hermione. An international Quidditch player-"

"Couldn't possibly want to be just my friend? So that's why, according to you, he's keeping in touch with me?!"

Hermione could feel the anger growing inside of her and knew they were both about to start shouting at each other. Ron spluttered, obviously completely knowing there was no right answer.

"Well...no, I just..I mean..."

"So you're saying, a guy can't be just friends with a girl without wanting to-"

"NO!" He yelled, making Harry, who was sitting next to her, jump.

"So what exactly are you saying Ronald?"

"Don't call me Ronald!"

"How about this? I won't call you Ronald when you stop being an IDIOT!"

"Look, I'm just saying Krum's not good news."

"We're FRIENDS Ron! FRIENDS!"

"Well...maybe I don't like it."

"Well, maybe it has absolutely NOTHING to do with you!"

"You're my friend okay!?"

"Hard to tell right now! Ronald, just admit you're wrong o-"

"STOP CALLING ME RONALD!"

"THEN STOP GOING ON ABOUT VICTOR!"

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT HE'S GOING TO HURT YOU!"

"No, you're right," she felt herself becoming dangerously frustrated. She was so close to throwing a hex at him. "But you know what is your fault!?"

"What?!" he practically spat.

"The fact that it took you FOUR YEARS to realise that I'm a girl!!"

There was silence for a few moments while they glared at each other before he muttered,

"That has nothing to do with this."

Hermione sighed, gathered up her things and threw her bag over her shoulder. What an idiot.

"No, it does. Because if you hadn't been a completely self centred idiot back then maybe you could have realised sooner and asked me before Victor did. And then maybe we wouldn't be getting into fights just because you're a jealous git."

With that she walked away, trying to keep from turning around and attacking him with canaries for the second time that year.

She sighed unhappily at the bowl of ice cream in front her. Her third bowl of ice cream.

"He's such a git Dobby. I don't think I can deal with this anymore..."

Dobby looked hesitant to say something, obviously scared of angering her.

"Well...Miss, perhaps...."

He was saved the trouble of saying anything as the kitchen door swung open.

Hermione turned quickly. If it was a teacher she was dead.

Her eyes met the ones that were staring straight back at her and she groaned inwardly.

It was Ron.