Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or anything in it.
NOTE: This chapter takes place in ANOTHER entirely different place, with some changes too. Fred and George end up giving Harry, The Marauder's Map, a few days before their first trip to Hogsmeade. Not second. Thanks again, for all!
"They just GAVE it to you?!" Hermione exclaimed. "Why?"
"I don't know," said Harry. "They're fond of me."
"No, I'm fond of you Harry, they must idolize you, to give you something like this! I mean seriously!"
They were sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room, and Harry was showing her, The Marauder's Map. Hermione kept staring at the label where Draco Malfoy was, "Girl's Bathroom".
"Guess they were right, putting him in Slytherin, you should read some of the nasty thing Salazar Slytherin did in his times." Hermione said. "Ew."
"That's not the point, Mione, they have nearly seven secret passages to Hogsmeade!" Harry said. "We can go together, now!"
"You will turn this in afterward, now won't you?" She asked. "If Snape finds this, he'll have you in for it."
"Then I guess I won't let him find it." Harry said, while Hermione rolled her eyes.
A redheaded boy ran up to them suddenly, Ron Weasely, the twins brother. "I've seen that before," He said. "When rummaging through Fred's drawers… Did you swipe this off them, Harry?"
"No." Harry said, particularly annoyed at Ron. He was always bugging him. "Can you excuse me?"
"I think you DID steal it!" Ron shouted. "Yeah, you're a THIEF!" Ron figured if he found out a secret about him, he might talk to him more. "I'll go tell Professor… erm… Lupin! Professor Lupin!"
"It's not stolen, Ron! They gave it to me! Your brothers gave it to me."
Ron was becoming red. "Oh yeah, I forgot you all were best pals!" Ron was screaming a little too loud now, people were starting to stare now. "No one ever cared about LITTLE RON WEASLEY!" Ron cast up his wand at Harry.
"Now, Ron, no need to get all mad at Harry for nothing." Hermione said, gently.
"Oh, shut up you filthy mud blood!" Ron said, sounding more like Malfoy, than himself. "It's the only pure thing my family's got. Filthy water! Filthy Household! It's all filthy, but WE'RE PURE BLOOD!" Hermione was staring at him, mouth gaped wide open. "I'm sorry about this, Harry." Ron said. "Imperio!" Harry was suddenly backing up against a wall. He spoke to Harry through his mind. Tell Hermione you never loved her. You never want to see her again. Tell her those big teeth are the reason you hate her. TELL HER NOW.
Harry walked over to Hermione. "No Harry, force him off, don't fall under the curse. Please Harry!"
"Hermione," Harry said through silent tears. "I never…" He couldn't say it. "You have big teeth…"
"I know that Harry! I know! Now stop his curse!" Hermione looked to Ron. "STOP IT, YOU JERK!" She shouted.
"Hermione," said Harry. "I… never loved you." Hermione was dying inside.
"I hate you, Ron Weasley." Hermione looked at Ron, then back to Harry. "The Dark Lord Has Risen." Hermione smirked.
"HERMIONE! NO!" Harry screamed as he woke up. He realized he was only dreaming. He felt is scar, which was hurting. "Ouch." Harry was used to these kind of dreams, so he went fast back to sleep, and though he knew it was just a dream, he had a new hatred for Ron Weasley.