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Ron Weasley's Point of View

I was walking back to the dormitory from the Quidditch game that I had just played (which I won!). Lavender was going to meet me back at the common room. I couldn't help noticing that at today's game, someone was missing from the Gryffindor section in the stands. I had checked multiple times, but I just couldn't find her. I saw Harry walking up ahead, so I ran up to join him.

"Hey, mate," Harry said.

"Hey, um, did you happen to see Hermione at today's game?" Ron asked. I tried to sound like I didn't care about her, but if I wasn't even convinced, there was little possibility that Harry was convinced.

"I haven't seen her all day, actually. I was going to ask you the same question." Harry looked ahead with no emotion on his face.

"Oh, well," I didn't finish my sentence. I guess it didn't matter. I had Lavender waiting for me back at the common room, anyway. She would be more than enough to keep me company, wouldn't she? She had always been enough company before, but that was not the reason that I accepted when she asked me out, her company, I mean.

It all started back in our fourth year, when Hermione and Krum went to the ball together. That just struck a nerve with me, or something. I swore to myself that I was going to get back at her for doing that, and when Lavender asked me out, it was the perfect opportunity. I saw that look of loathing that she gave me and Lavender when we made out. I was getting the results that I was going for, and then some.

I thought that she would just be jealous whenever we, being me and Lavender, were together. But she was not even speaking to me now, and today she skipped out on the Quidditch game. I mean, she wasn't that big of a Quidditch fan, but she always went to see Harry play Seeker, and more recently, me playing Keeper. This was the first game that she had ever missed; with the exception of the time that she and Harry went off to visit Hagrid's half – brother. But I'm not counting that. And we were versing Slytherin! Nobody misses a Slytherin vs. Gryffindor game, not with all of the hostile feelings between us.

I silently came to the conclusion that I was going to confront Hermione when I found her to see what was going on with her. I said the password and entered the common room, scanning the room for Hermione, but Lav had other plans. She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me over to the back corner to spend some 'quality time.'

I tried extremely hard to find Hermione in the celebrating crowd, but I had very little luck. I barley escaped from Lav long enough to ask Ginny if she had seen her, but she provided very little help. She only confirmed what I knew already: Hermione had been absent for the entire day, and no one had seen her.

I suppose that I wasn't too worried. Hogwarts was a relatively safe place, despite recent events. She couldn't go too far, and it was likely that she was just holed up in some corner of the library doing homework or something. I made a mental note to check later. But for now I enjoyed the party.

It was a late night for me. The party lasted until midnight, and even when the party was declared over officially, only the first and second years went up to their dormitories. The rest of the Gryffindor students stayed out and talked with their friends.

Lav got food poisoning, so she went to the Infirmary. I didn't feel like going to bed yet, so I sat down near the fire. I looked at my watch: 1:30. The library was long closed, and there was no sign of Hermione. That meant that she was elsewhere. And there was one good way to find someone who was missing at Hogwarts: The Marauder's Map. I hoped that Harry had no use for it at the moment, because I had other plans for it.

When Harry was off with Ginny (much to my disapproval, I might add), I snuck into our dormitory room. I opened Harry's trunk, which was unlocked, and began looking. It didn't take long to find what I was looking for. I whispered code, and brought the map to life. I scanned every possible classroom and corridor looking for Hermione's dot. I found it on the third floor corridor, where Fluffy had once stood.

I stowed the map in my pocket, and rushed out of the dorm towards the portrait hole. Luckily, no one noticed that I had disappeared. It didn't take long for me to make it to the third floor. I opened the door, and whispered 'Lumos'. I looked around, and there was no sign of Hermione. I took the map out again, and looked for Hermione. She was in a room that they had not looked in back in their 1st year. It was likely some old classroom that was no longer in use.

I pressed my ear to the door to listen for noises, and just as I suspected, I heard the constant scratching of quills against paper. I hesitated when I grabbed the handle. Maybe she was hidden away like this for a reason? I thought about it, and I was probably the reason. But I went inside anyway.

"Hermione?" I called out. there was no doubt that she was in here, but I wanted to give her fair warning that it was me who was coming in, and not Filth or someone else.

"What do you want?" she asked flatly. She was sitting at one of the large tables in the center of the room, with all of her supplies sprawled out around her.

"Why weren't you at the game?" I asked.

"I didn't feel like it." She looked me in the eye with stony eyes, and then returned to her homework.

"But you always go. What's up?" I took a few steps closer .

"Stop." Hermione held her hand up without diverting her attention away from her studies.

"Seriously." I was getting irritated. "Will you talk to me like a normal person, not some creature?"

She finally looked up from her studies. "Why are you here?"

"To see what's up!"

Hermione began to put all of her books and papers into her bag.

"Where are you going?" I demanded.

"Where you aren't." She began to walk towards the door, but I blocked the door with my arm. This didn't stop her. She tried to push my arm out of the way, but I held my ground.

"Tell me what's bothering you." I grabbed her by the shoulders to keep her from leaving.

"Don't touch me!" Hermione tried to shrug me off, but I just tightened my grip. "Just go away. You have no right to be here."

"Like you do either!" I pulled her to the back of the room so that she would have a harder time getting away. "You haven't talked to me in over three weeks. You have to tell me what's going on!"

"Just go back to Lav – Lav and leave me be."

"So that's why you're mad! Just because me and Lavender dating?" That seemed simple enough.

"You two snog constantly, and it's getting on my nerves! Can't you at least spend five minutes without kissing her?" she cried.

"What?" I was following what she was saying: mine and Lav's relationship was only through snogging. Then it occurred to me: "What does it matter to you who I do and don't go out with?"

I had her tongue tied.

"Well …" she stammered, "it doesn't …"

"Just face it: you're jealous."

"I am not! Now, I told you to let me go!"

"I'm not letting you leave until we sort this out." I flicked my wand and three of the large bookcases near the door flew in front of the door.

Hermione reached inside her bag for her wand. her face suddenly became confused, and then angry.

"Give. Me. My. Wand." She looked at me with raging eyes.

"No."

"You have to," she said. She looked at me without moving. I couldn't tell if she was devising a plan, or trying to bore holes with her eyes.

After she stood there for a good three minutes without moving, she launched herself at me, taking me to the floor, with her on top.

"Give me my wand!" she was punching me with every word. "You can't hold me here!"

I struggled under Hermione's weight, trying to push her off without hurting her, and trying to keep both my and Hermione's wand out of her reach. I finally managed to push her over so I was on top of her.

"You want to talk now?" I asked her. She just crossed her arms across her chest. "I can wait here all night, you know."

Hermione just looked at me, her face portraying no emotion. After I thought that she was never going to speak, she said "Are you going to get off of me? or are we going to stay like this all night?"

I quickly got off of her, my face turning red. She then stood up, gathered her things, and sat down at one of the vacant tables. I tried to hide my face until it returned to its normal color while I sat down at the teacher's desk. This had a detention like feel to it, with me being the teacher who was supervising the insolent child, who in this case was Hermione.

I hadn't come with anything to occupy myself, so I ended up just going through the contents of the teacher's desk. Over, and over, and over again.

Hermione, on the other hand, had enough homework to keep her occupied for days, so she kept her head down and filled out page after page of unfinished homework; homework that I, eventually, would have to complete myself. The thought was discouraging. I checked my watch, which read 3:24. They had been here for a couple of hours at least. I was shocked that Hermione hadn't once tried to bribe her way out of the room, try to steal a wand, or even talk to me. Multiple times, I found myself staring at Hermione for lengthy periods of time. What would break me from my trance is when she would look up from her work, and notice that I was looking at her. That would cause me to turn red in the face and pretend to drop something on the floor, just so I could hide behind the cover of the large desk.

I had just about lost my mind of boredom when Hermione walked up to the teacher's desk. I wouldn't have known of her presence if she hadn't cleared her throat multiple times.

"Ron?" Hermione asked me. I noticed that there was less of an edge in her voice than there had been at the beginning of the night.

"Yes?" I said.

"Would you please give me my wand back?" I was tempted to say yes, but then I would be backing down, and it would look like I was just going to give into anything she asked for.

I decided on saying, "No. not until we talk."

I expected her to give in and talk to me, so that she could at least go back to her dorm. But instead she turned on her heels and returned to her table. But instead of taking out more books or something, she walked over to the supplies closet in the back of the room. I was about to go back there and see what she was getting, but before I could leave the desk, she walked out of the supply closet with multiple pillows and a blanket.

She walked over to the corner farthest from me and laid down the pillows in a roughly – made bed. She then sat down on the pillows and pulled the blanked over herself and fell asleep.

So she would rather spend the night here than talk things out with me. If that's how she wants things, that's how they'll be.

A/N: I know, I know, this story is going to turn out extremely weird and will totally go against all of my FanFiction morals (CANON!), but I had an urge! And you must always follow your gut feelings. And I'm just going to point this out, no reason, but I wrote this story while watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Like I said, no reason for pointing this out. Oh, and, I got a new car! Just needed to point that out cuz right now I'm so happy!

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