When I get upstairs, Hermione is still asleep in my bed. It looks like everyone else is up except for Harry, which I expected. He could sleep until two if we let him. Not trusting myself enough to lie down next to her, I sit on the floor next to my bed. When did this relationship stuff get so complicated? And why did I have to fall for a girl who is too good for me?

My thoughts are interrupted and our bedroom door flies open. Ginny comes rushing in with a wild look in her eyes. She runs to Harry's bed and throws his curtain open before roughly shaking him awake. He quickly sits up. "I put it in the middle drawer."

I chuckle and say, "Why'd you put it there, mate? That's the first place they'd look."

He looks confused, apparently unaware of what he just said. He's about to reply when Ginny cuts him off. "Would you two shut up? I need to tell you something about Hermione. She's missing. She had a… rough day yesterday and told me she wanted to be alone. I let her go to the library by herself, but she wasn't in her bed this morning and it doesn't look like it was slept in. I checked the library, but she isn't there."

"Gin, calm for a minute." I say, "She slept up here last night. She's still asleep in my bed."

With a sigh of relief, she says, "I was so worried. Did she… did she tell you about what happened yesterday?"

"No, but I found out this morning."

"And you haven't woken her up?"

"Why would I do that?"

With a growing look of confusion, she says, "Okay, what exactly do you know about what happened last night?"

"I know that Lavender stole her journal and read a page of it to a group of girls."

"Wow, mate. I know she's your girlfriend and all, but that's kind of a bitchy thing to do," Harry chimes in.

I look over to him. "She's not my girlfriend anymore."

"What?" Ginny and Harry say simultaneously.

"I broke up with her when I found out what happened. I'm not going to date someone who does that to people, especially to one of my best friends."

Ginny crosses her arms and looks at me. "I never liked her."

"As you've stated before, Gin."

"Well, I thought it was an important fact to reiterate. Now, I have another question. Do you know what Hermione's journal said?"

"No, and I don't want to know unless Hermione wants to tell me herself."

At that moment, the curtain to my bed moves and I hear a groggy, "Ron?" Hermione looks out and begins to blush when she sees Harry and Ginny as well. "Oh. Hey guys. I, um… this isn't what it looks like."

Ginny turns to Harry and says, "Let's go the common room. I wanted to ask you a question about a D.A.D.A. essay that I'm writing."

Harry looks at her and says, "Why? Wouldn't Hermione be better at that kind of stuff? And, also –" Her glare quickly cuts him off. He sighs. "Fine. Can I at least get dressed first?"

"Harry. Now." And with that, she pulls him out of the room and shuts the door.

I look back at Hermione who is playing with her hair and avoiding my gaze. "Morning Mione," I say while rising from the floor and sitting on the edge of the bed. "You feel any better?"

"Yeah, I guess. Thanks for that sleeping potion. It works very well."

"That's great." I hesitate for a moment. I know I have to talk to her about Lavender, so there's no point in delaying it. "Listen, I've been up this morning already, and I heard about what happened last night."

Her eyes go wide as her face pales. "Ron, please let me explain what I wrote. What you heard has probably been twisted around, and I don't want you to think badly of me."

"Wait a minute, I didn't actually hear what the journal says." Color begins to return to her face. "I just know that Lavender took it and read some things to others that you wrote in there. And I want you to know that I broke up with her the second that I heard she did that to you."

Her face is full of disbelief. "You… you did what?"

"She's no longer my girlfriend."

"And are you okay with that?"

"Of course I am. I've been looking for a reason to dump her for a while now."

Hermione's nose crinkles, a sure sign that I'm about to face an inquisition. "Well, why would you date a girl that you don't like? That doesn't make any sense Ronald."

I was dating her because I can't have you and need to stop wanting you. The only problem is that it didn't work. Of course I can't tell Hermione that. "I was just… stupid." Well, that's the truth at least.

I can tell she has more questions, but she luckily surrenders for now. "Fine. I should probably tell you what my journal said before you hear the rumors." She's looking down and playing with the blanket around her. Why is she so nervous? Is it actually that bad? She reaches next to the bed and pulls up a little blue book that looks worn out from repeated use. Opening it to a particular page, she hands it to me with shaky hands. "Read this page and only this page."

I hesitate. "Hermione, are you sure you want me to read this? I don't have to."

"I don't want anyone to read it, but it's too late for that. I need you to know the truth of what it says before your head gets filled with lies."

I glance at her again, but her head is down. "Okay." I walk over to the window where there's more light and begin to read Hermione's perfect handwriting that I've learned well over the years.

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