AN- I'm not dead!!!! lol. I'm sooooo sorry I didn't update for 2 months! I've just been battling a massive writer's block…and I've been on vacation for the past two weeks. Haha. But on the plane ride back, I finally decided that no matter what, I was gonna crank out chapter 9. So here you go!

Actually…this is chapter 10 now! I've decided to name my chapters…because since I had a prologue, chapter 1 was actually chapter 2 on fanfiction and then everything just got weird. So I decided to make names for my chapters. So here's chapter 10!

ALSO- Thanks a bunch Harry's My Boy! At first I already had the idea of having Cho finding Harry and Hermione, but I really didn't know how to incorporate it into my story. But then you suggested that she was snogging someone else in the forest and I was like, "That's perfect!" haha. So props to Harry's My Boy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Recap:

"Hear what?"

"Hear a twig snap."

"Could've been a bird," he answered logically.

"Go check!" I said, scared.

"Why me?" whined Harry, who began to close his eyes again.

"Just go!" I retorted, and he groaned, unwrapping his arms from me. The instance Harry released his embrace, I instantly regretted waking him up. Maybe it's because he was shielding me from the cold….yeah. That's it.

Harry retrieved his wand from his back pocket, and quietly began walking towards the area where I had heard the noise.


Maybe that was a bad idea. Maybe I shouldn't have sent Harry out there by himself. I mean, he's been gone for more than twenty minutes…

A werewolf could be gobbling him down right now! Or blast-ended screwts. Or giant spiders. Or dugbogs. Or graphorns. Or lethifolds….

I think I just killed Harry Potter.

"Harry!" I called out feebly.

No reply. "Harry!" I called out, with more intensity.

Please don't let him be dead. Please don't let him be dead. Please don't let him be de-

A rustling of leaves behind me interrupted my thoughts.

"Harry?" I said, "Is that you?"

Once again, no reply.

"Who's there?" I yelled, determined not to sound afraid.

I scanned the trees, and caught a glimpse of someone standing in the shadows. Round shouldered and tall. And I could make out thick eyebrows and a curved nose. He looked oddly familiar. But I didn't have anytime to think. I cautiously slid my hand into my back pocket, reaching for my wand.

But before I could get it out, the stranger slipped away, and out of my sight.

"Hey, wait!" I yelled, but he did not return.

"Hermione?" I heard a voice call from behind.

"Harry!" I cried, ecstatic, "You're okay!"

"Of course I am!" he laughed, "Did you think I was gonna get eaten or something?"

"No," I said quietly…I get the feeling he knows me too well sometimes…

"Anyways…Guess who I found in the forest? It was-"

"Harry, honey!" an annoying voice called.

"Cho," I sighed. Just great.

"Oh, Hermione. You're still here," sneered Cho, stepping out of the trees.

I ignored her, "What's she doing here? And by herself?"

Cho answered instead of Harry, "I was out here looking for Harry, out of the goodness of my heart," she snapped, "And I wasn't by myself! I was with K-" She stopped abruptly, "Never mind that! Let's just get back to the campsite now, shall we?"

It was then that I noticed her smudged lipstick and tousled hair. To say it bluntly, she looked like she's been in a rather intimate snogging session. But with who?

I decided not to mention my little observation to Harry. Instead, I whispered, "You know she's lying, right?"

"Of course!" he scoffed, "She would never do anything 'out of the kindness of her heart'!"

"Too true," I chuckled, and we sped up to catch up with Cho, who had managed to tame her hair and wipe off her lipstick.

"Do you know what time it is?" I asked, looking up at the sky. It was still dark.

Harry shrugged, "I'd guess around 11:00…maybe even midnight."

After ten minutes of brisk walking, we caught sight of our campsite.

"You mean it was only ten minutes away?!" I cried in exasperation.

"I knew we were close!" cried Harry triumphantly.

I snorted, and began walking faster.

"Do you smell that?" I asked Harry, once we got closer to our campsite, "It smells like…pumpkin pie," I concluded.

Harry nodded hungrily, and it was then that I noticed that I was starving. We haven't eaten for a long time. And we barely ate at our little picnic. Ron ate everything!

"It's coming from our area…" said Harry, and before long we saw the whole Weasley clan, except Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, who I suspect already went to bed, crowded around a large table inside Fred and George's tent.

"Why are you guys eating?" cried Harry.

"What do you mean?" asked Ron, whose mouth was stuffed with Mrs. Weasley's famous pumpkin pie.

"Haven't you realized that Harry and I were missing?!" I yelled.

"Not missing," reasoned Ron, "I just haven't seen you for half a day."

"Well, weren't you wondering where we were?" spat Harry, "For your information, Hermione and I have been lost in the forest for hours!"

"I thought you guys were still at the match. You know, at the fair. The Cannons and Tornadoes and some other teams are giving out autographs and stuff," said Ron meekly.

"Why would we be there?" I cried, exasperated, he knew I hated Quidditch. And Harry wouldn't waste his time on getting autographs of teams he didn't even like.

Ron shrugged, "Jeez, you guys. What matters is that you're not lost now, alright? Just sit down and eat. We're all having a little meal before we head off to bed."

We were still mad that no one had thought to find out where we were, but we were starving and decided to let it go. And the food looked delicious. And it wasn't even a little meal. It looked like a feast. Everything from pumpkin pie to mash potatoes. From lamp chops to turkey.

"Where's Cho?" I asked, realizing that she had disappeared.

Harry shrugged, "I dunno. Probably went to her tent."

That's when I got to thinking. Why would she come looking for us? Nobody even realized we were gone. She's the last person to notice. She must have been in the forest for some reason...

"Well, go look for her then!" I said finally, remembering what we had talked about at the lake, "Don't you have some…business to settle with her?"

Harry looked at me confused, then realized what I meant, "Right," he said, and got up, walking towards her tent.

"What business?" Ron asked, swallowing a mouthful of turkey.

"He's breaking up with Cho," I said triumphantly.

Ron gaped, "Really? Why?"

"Cause he wants too, that's why!" I snapped, "But that reminds me…do you know where she went after the match?"

"I dunno. After we left you guys at the forest, we got to the stadium, and we split up. She went with her friends, and went to go sit with Fred and George. Didn't see her after that. But I think I caught a glimpse of her getting Viktor Krum's autograph. They look pretty close."

"That's him!" I cried.

Ron looked at me, confused.

"I saw him! In the forest, when Harry and I were lost! It makes sense now! She wasn't looking for us. She was snogging Krum in the woods…but then Harry and I were there. And Krum ran away before Harry found her. And she made up an excuse that she was looking for us. But that's impossible cause even you didn't realize we were missing."

"I didn't get a word you just said. But as long as you get it…" Ron said, and helped himself to more food.

I sighed. That's Ron for you.

All of a sudden, I heard a shrill shriek from outside.

"Shhh!" I heard a male voice whisper, "Quiet! Everyone can hear you!"

"I don't care!" the other voice replied, "How could you?"

"Quiet, everybody!" I called, desperate to hear what was going on. And soon, everyone has dead silent, listening to the argument.

"How could I?" I heard Harry say, "You're completely self-absorbed. And obnoxious. And might I add a big liar."

Cho gasped, "I am not!" she cried immaturely.

There was silence, than I heard footsteps heading back towards the tent.

"Don't walk away from me!" Cho cried, but the footsteps continued.

"It's because of her isn't it?" she shrieked, "Hermione Granger!"

Harry stopped, "What on earth are you talking about?"

"You'd rather be with that bushy-haired loser than me!"

I didn't hear the next few lines, due to Ron's 'comforting' words. ("Don't worry, 'Mione. You hair's not that bushy")

"It has nothing to do with her," said Harry firmly.

"Oh, and you say I'm the liar!" Cho screeched, "It has everything to do with her!"

"No it doesn-"

Harry's words were cut off with Cho's heavy footsteps. And soon, she charged into the tent like a bull.

Her hair was flying in all directions and she looked absolutely furious. And her eyes were fixed into a death glare, directed straight at me.

"You!" she yelled, "It's all your fault!"

And by now, I was already out of my chair, slowing backing away from her.

"Ch-Cho…" I stammered, "Calm down, alright? We should really talk this out..."

"Calm down?!?" She shrieked, "I'm perfectly calm!"

I heard George snort, but one look from Cho shut him up.

I glanced helplessly at Ron, but he looked just as scared as I was. Cho looked absolutely murderous.

"What Harry said is true," I said nervously, slowing backing my way away from her, while she was slowly advancing on me, "I really had nothing to do with it…"

Okay…well maybe I did. But right now, I was willing to say just about anything to save myself right about now. I mean, Cho might be a girly girl, but all that Quidditch she does must have given her some kind of strength. Enough to strangle me, I'd guess.

"You were listening to us!?!" She screeched.

"Uhmmm…no?" I said weakly, and I felt my back hit the wall of the tent. She had me cornered now.

She let out a loud screech, and I shut my eyes, bracing myself.

SMACK.

And no. She didn't slap me.

It was large glob of mash potatoes.

I slowly lifted my hand, wiping the potatoes away from my face, disbelieving.

Oh no she didn't. She didn't just throw mash po-

BAM.

I looked down at my stomach.

And no, it wasn't mash potatoes.

It was a rather large piece of pumpkin pie.

"That's it!" I shrieked, tired of having food thrown at me. I wasn't scared now. I was angry. Furious. Cho's gonna get it now.

I stomped up to the table and grabbed Ron's goblet of pumpkin juice, much to his protest, and threw the thick liquid at Cho's snarling face, drenching her pitch-black hair.

I heard everyone, including Cho herself, gasp.

"Hmph," I said, triumphantly, but it wasn't over yet.

"Hermione!" I heard Ron cry, "Watch out!"

And before I could respond, Cho smashed the entire bowl of mash potatoes in my face.

"This is for stealing Harry from me!" she cried.

"Ohhhhhh!" I heard everyone yell.

I wiped my eyes, and attempted to dump the salad, which had quite a lot dressing I might add, onto Cho's head.

But most of it ended on George, due to the mash potatoes that were covering my face.

"Watch where you're throwing that stuff, 'Mione!" he snapped.

With a yell, Cho jumped onto the table, and poured the bowl of fruit punch over my head, and within seconds I was completely drenched.

By now, I knew this little food fight wasn't going to end anytime soon. The tent soon became a scene of chaos, with everyone joining in on the fight.

Charlie and George were already running around the table, grabbing the forks and knives, and stashing them under the chairs, so Cho and I couldn't reach them. They didn't want anyone to die.

"Go, Hermione!" Ginny yelled, who was standing on her chair, trying to get a better look.

"Ten galleons on Hermione!" yelled Fred, who had an empty bowl over his head as a helmet, to protect himself from the food flying all over the tent.

"Five galleons on Hermione!" someone else yelled.

"Five sickles on Hermione!"

"Whoever said that is pretty cheap!"

"Hey! Not my fault I'm broke!"

"Five galleons on Cho!"

"Who said that?!"

"Bill."

"Bill, you traitor! We're supposed to be rooting for Hermione."

"Cho does Quidditch, mates! She has arm strength. Did you see that glob of mash potatoes she threw! It was like a rock!"

"True…two galleons on Cho!"

"You prats! Have you ever gotten Hermione angry? If you have, you know what she can do!"

And soon, all the Weasley boys, minus Bill, began switching their bets back to me.

All the while, Cho and I were still battling.

By now, we both looked more like the giant squid than human beings.

I grabbed a plate of spaghetti, and overturned the contents all over her head, "That's for being an obnoxious prat!"

She yelled, and grabbed a bowl of ranch dressing, which she threw at me.

Dressing and bowl.

I screamed, and ducked. I managed to miss the bowl, which soared over my head, but I got hit by most of the dressing.

"Oww!" yelled George, who got hit by the flying bowl, "Why am I always the one that gets hit?!"

I ignored this, and I quickly scanned the table, searching for my next weapon.

There it is! Chicken soup! It was cold, mind you. I'm not mad enough to throw steaming hot soup at someone!

I lunged for it, but a pair of arms pulled it away.

"I want that!" Ron said stubbornly, "Take these!" and handed me a plate of cupcakes, completely covered in frosting and topped with whipped cream, "I already had five."

I grabbed the plate of cupcakes without objection, and began pelting them at Cho.

The first one hit her in the arm, leaving a great blob of frosting.

"Go for the face, Hermione!" yelled Ginny.

But before I could oblige, Cho charged at me, eyes ablaze with anger.

She grabbed the bowl of ice, and came around behind me, and poured them down my shirt.

I screamed, and began jumping up and down like a lunatic. Well, what do you expect? Having ice slide down your back is not a good feeling.

"You evil witch!" she spat, "You must have used some..some love potion or something to make Harry like you!"

"She did not!" yelled Ginny in my defense. And as a finishing touch, she threw a cupcake at her, and her throw was surprisingly accurate. It hit her right in the face.

Cho was about to chuck something at Ginny, before someone yelled to me, "The lamb chops, 'Mione! They're right next to you!"

I jumped for the remaining lamb chops, and ran behind her, pouring them down her shirt.

"At least I'm not snogging guys, like, say Viktor Krum, behind my boyfriend's back! I mean…ex-boyfriend!" I screeched.

A chorus of gasps filled the room.

Ouch. That was pretty mean. I shouldn't have said that, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sa-"

Cho let out a loud yell. And I didn't think it was possible, but she became even angrier.

She lunged at me, and started pulling my mash potato-covered hair.

"BOOOO!" shouted Fred and George.

"Cheater!"

And soon, Fred, George, and Ron began pelting her with fruit. Oranges, mangoes, pears, bananas, you name it. No watermelons, thank goodness. I don't want her to have a concussion.

Cho let go as soon as Ron threw a banana that hit her in the eye.

"Nice one, Ron!" laughed Fred, who gave Ron a high-five.

I was extremely tired at this point. I mean, it's tiring throwing food. And getting hit by it.

And a certain person noticed.

"Here, 'Mione. Take this," said Harry, who I noticed was covered in buffalo wings and mustard.

"What happened to you?" I asked, flabbergasted.

"Don't ask," he said, chuckling, "Now, take this." And he handed me the large chocolate cake Mrs. Weasley had prepared.

"Are you sure?" I asked, hesitantly.

He nodded, and I took the cake from his hands.

I held the cake in two hands, and slowly advanced on Cho, who was temporarily blinded by the banana that Ron had thrown. And with all the strength I had left, I slammed it into her face.

Everyone cheered, and began talking at once.

I collapsed onto my chair, exhausted, not to mention dirty. It's going to take many many showers to get all this gunk off.

Everyone was laughing and cheering until a shrill voice broke through the celebrations,

"What on earth is going on in there?" called Mrs. Weasley from outside the tent, "I made enough food for everyone, didn't I?"

I covered my ears, knowing what was coming next.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" wailed Mrs. Weasley.

All eight of us, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, Charlie, Bill, Harry, and myself, hung our heads in shame.

Cho was in the corner, trying to wipe chocolate off her face. But it didn't really look like chocolate anymore...it looked rather like dung..due to Ginny squirting mustard in her face afterwards.

"Just having a little fun, Mum," said George brightly.

Mrs. Weasley gave him a death glare, and he shut up.

She scanned the room, and her eyes flickered when she reached Cho and I.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley. I really am-" I began.

She was surprisingly calm, "Not now, dear," she said.

I immediately closed my mouth, letting Mrs. Weasley do all the talking.

"You," she snapped at Cho, "Go home. Now."

With no objections, Cho got up and ran out of the tent. But not before whispering in my ear, "This isn't over."

I pretended I didn't hear her. I really didn't care what she had to say at this point.

"Now that she's gone, will someone explain to me what has been going on in here?" asked Mrs. Weasley angrily.

Nobody volunteered.

Mrs. Weasley clicked her tongue, trying to decide what to do next. She directed her gaze at me.

"Hermione. You explain because you seem to be the most," she searched for the right word, "the most..involved," she concluded, gesturing at the food that was clinging at me.

"Errr…" I really had no idea what to say, "Uhm…you see…"

"It's not her fault," said Harry, stepping out from the crowd and standing next to me, "Cho and I had some….errr..business we needed to settle. And she got a little out of control…"

I could tell that Mrs. Weasley knew what 'business' Harry meant, but she didn't seem satisfied with his answer.

"It was all Cho's fault, it was!" yelled Ginny.

Everyone murmured in agreement, and Ginny continued, "She stormed in here like a mad woman and started chucking food at Hermione! And 'Mione had no choice but to fire back. It had nothing to with Hermione or Harry, Mum!"

I know Mrs. Weasley knew this wasn't the whole story. But I have a feeling she disliked Cho just as much as everyone else in the room. So she decided to let it go, but not without punishments.

Mrs. Weasley decided not to say anything more. Instead, she went straight to punishments. "Since you made the mess, you children are going to clean it all up. No magic."

Everyone, especially Fred and George, groaned in protest, "But Mum!" complained Fred, "It's just a tent! Besides, it's mine and George's tent. We don't really care if it's covered in food!"

George nodded in agreement, "I like it! We can eat whenever we want to!"

"That's disgusting, George," retorted Ginny.

"Hey!" cried Bill and Charlie together, "It's our tent too! And we don't want it to be covered in food! That's gross, you guys."

"No objections," snapped Mrs. Weasley, "This tent had better be spotless by the time I wake up," and she changed the subject, "Hermione, dear, you can head on home. Wash up and such."

I felt really guilty, leaving them behind to clean up, so I volunteered to stay, "It's okay, Mrs. Weasley. I'll stay and help clean up."

"No, dear, I don't want to trouble you," said Mrs. Weasley warmly.

"No, I insist," I pleaded.

"Yeah, Mum! Let her stay! She made most of the mess anyways!" snapped George, who had a big bruise on his forehead, due to the bowl that had hit him, and was covered in salad dressing due to the salad I had spilled on him. I guess he was still mad.

Mrs. Weasley ignored him, but decided to let me stay, "Okay, well don't stay too long. And when you're done, be sure to let one of the boys bring you home. It's dangerous for a girl to be walking home in the dead of night."

I nodded my head, and she, along with Mr. Weasley, headed back to their tent to get some sleep.

But before they were out of ear shot, I distinctively heard Mrs. Weasley mumble, "About time Harry dumped that girl. I never really liked her…"

I laughed to myself, but then began scanning the room. This is gonna take a long time…the walls were covered in food, and plates and bowls were all over the floor. And the table looked more like war zone than a place to eat.

"Where to begin?" I mumbled to myself.

"I'll clean Hermione!" screamed Fred, once he made sure his mother was in her tent. He ran up to me and used his finger to wipe some mash potatoes off my cheek. Then he stuck it in his mouth, and wiped his finger clean.

"It's still good!" he announced, and attempted to lick arms which were covered in a mixture of beef stew and creamed corn.

"That's disgusting, you prat!" I screeched, and wretched my arm away.

He shrugged his shoulders, and ran off, attempting to 'clean' Ron, who started screaming and running, only to have George start chasing him as well.

I went to the farthest wall of the tent, and conjured up some rags and buckets of water, using my wand. A little magic wouldn't hurt.

Since the wall was absolutely drenched in ranch dressing, cheese, cupcakes, and who-knows-what, I decided to just throw all the water onto the wall. Maybe that would wash some of the gunk off.

I grabbed the bucket, and held it with both hands. It was quite a big bucket, so it took a lot of strength to throw.

I held it like I was about to put out a small fire, and with all my might I swung the water out and onto the wall. I closed my eyes just incase the water would splash into my eyes. But surprisingly I didn't hear the water hit the tent wall. So I cautiously opened my eyes.

And in front of me stood a thoroughly drenched Harry.

I was speechless, "I am so sorry, Harry!" I said sincerely, but then I realized it wasn't completely my fault, "I didn't see you! Why'd you have to stand in front of me like that! Didn't you see me about to throw a bucket of water?"

"I didn't know!" snapped Harry, "Your eyes were closed! Why would you throw a bucket of water with your eyes closed?"

He took off his glasses and began wiping them with his shirt, but that only made them more wet.

I ignored that comment, and snatched his glasses, "Here, let me do it!" I muttered a spell, and his glasses were immediately dry.

It was then that I noticed that Harry was shivering. I wonder why...is he sick or something?...

I'm such an idiot! Its freezing and he's soaked with ice cold water!

I conjured up some towels and began wiping him dry.

"I'm so sorry, Harry!" I cried, while racking my brains for a drying spell. None came. So I settled with using the towel and furiously drying his hair, like a mother with a son.

"It's no problem," he said kindly, forgetting our little spat a few minutes ago, "But could you let up with the drying? I feel like my hair's gonna fall off."

"Sorry!" I said again, and immediately dropped the towel, letting him wipe himself dry.

"Well, what are you doing here?" I asked bluntly.

"Is it that surprising that your best friend would rather clean with you than with two maniacs who are trying to eat you?" he laughed, gesturing at Fred and George who were trying to lick Bill, whose long hair was covered in ketchup.

I laughed, and handed him a rag.

We were silent for a minute, until Harry spoke up.

"I'm sorry. It was all my fault…" he said nervously, "She shouldn't have…errr..thrown food at you like that."

"It's not all your fault. If I didn't mention her and Krum in the forest, I don't think she would've gotten as mad as she did," I said, but immediantly shut up, remembering that Cho was his ex-girlfriend.

"It's okay," Harry said softly, "I'd expect something like that from her. But as of this moment, I'm completely over her!" he announced triumphently.

I chuckled, "Good for you!"

Harry laughed, "But I really am sorry. It's going to take ages to get all this food off you! And your clothes are going to be stained!"

"Don't worry about it! I'm sure Mrs. Weasley will get the stains out somehow!" I chuckled.

And we went back to joking around. We stayed on task most of the time…until the occasional instance when we would accidentally splash soap on the other. Then we would get into a little water fight before we got back to work.

We were contently cleaning for about thirty minutes, until Fred spoke up, "This is going to take forever! We're never going to finish!"

George nodded his head in agreement, "I've got an idea! Let's go get Herman! An extra pair of hands will do a lot of good!"

"Herman wasn't even here..why should he need to help us clean?" reasoned Bill, "If I were Herman, I wouldn't want to waste my time cleaning."

"But-Bu," George said stupidly, "But since he's living with us, he should help!" and he began stomping out of the tent, intent on waking up Herman to help us clean.

Think fast, Hermione! What to do..what to do…

And once again, it was Ginny coming to the rescue.

"I'll wake him up!" chirped Ginny.

George looked at her weird, but didn't object.

And with that, she hopped out the tent, signaling me to go out with her as well.

"Uhm…I'm gonna get some fresh air," I announce, and calmly walk out of the tent.

Harry just shrugs his shoulders, and gets back to cleaning.

Ginny's waiting for me outside the tent, "What are we gonna do now?" she whispers urgently.

"I don't know! I thought you had a plan!" I snap.

"I was just stalling for time!" she began, "But now what?"

"Uhmm….go tell them I wouldn't wake up!"

"If I told them that, George would come wake you up himself, and that would mean even more problems!"

"Well, what do you want me to do then?" I said, irritated.

"We don't have a choice. I guess you just have to go back to Herman."

"Uh….do you know what I look like right now? I can't clean off all this food in five minutes!"

"That's where you're wrong," said Ginny slyly, "I know some spells that could get you clean just like that!" and she snapped her fingers for effect.

I looked at her, disbelieving, "Are these spells even safe?" I asked her.

"Of course they are!" snapped Ginny, "Now are you gonna trust me or not?"

I didn't know what to say, so I just grunted.

"I'll take that as a yes then," and she pushed me into the tent I shared with Harry and Ron.

"Just relax, alright? This will only take you a second. I'll do the spells to change you back into Herman too," she said controllably.

Before I knew it, all the potatoes were out of my hair, and my arms and legs were spotless. Even my clothes were clean. But I smelled horrible. Like all the food that was thrown at me, except rotten.

"I smell horrible, Ginny!" I complained.

"I don't have a spell for that…"

"I'll just use my lavender spray," I concluded, and grabbed it from my trunk.

"Uhm...Shouldn't you use cologne? Or some manly scent. Guys don't smell like lavender flowers."

"Nobody will notice."

"Whatever you say…" she retorted, "Now hurry up and change into your guy clothes. They're waiting. I'm gonna go back first, and tell them you're changing out of your pajamas or whatever." And she skipped off, back to Fred and George's tent.

Within minutes I was back in the tent, clean and refreshed.

"Herman! You're here!" said Fred cheerfully, but then he said rather rudely, "Help us clean!"

I glared at him, but set to work.

"Where's Hermione, Ginny?" asked Harry curiously, "Did you see her outside? She said she wanted to get some air."

"Ohhh…uhmm…." Ginny stuttered.

We had completely forgotten about that aspect of our so-called plan. In their eyes, Hermione had just disappeared, and Herman came out of nowhere.

"She had a headache…" Ginny began, "And, uhm, she decided to go back to her campsite and rest."

Ginny is seriously the best liar I know.

"By herself?" asked Harry, with a hint of anger, "You let her go by herself? It's dangerous for a girl to be by herself at night!"

Everyone looked at him strange, so he quickly said, "I mean…that's what Mrs. Weasley said. That one of us should walk her back…." He trailed off.

"I think I can still catch up to her," Harry said meekly, "I'll go!"

"No, Harry!" I cried.

"Errr…why not?" he asked, confused.

"Because you need to stay here…and…help clean!" I said brightly.

"Well, we can't let her walk by herself!"

"I know, I know!" I said hurriedly, trying not to get Harry angry. Although I was kind of happy that he was so intent on walking me back…

But that's only because he's one my best friends! He should care…yeah. That's it.

"Uhm….we could send Ron!" I suggested.

"Why Ron?" asked Harry.

"Yeah! Why me?" asked Ron, who clearly didn't get my plan.

"Because…" Think Hermione. Think! "Because he's barely helping us clean anyways! He's just sitting there eating the rest of the food."

"Hey!" he cried in protest, "I'm cleaning the plates!" he muttered.

"Just go!" I sighed, exasperated.

When he walked past me, I whispered to him, "Just wait outside for a few minutes, then come back in, saying you walked me home, alright?"

He grunted, and headed out into the chilly night air.

He returned within twenty minutes, and got back to 'cleaning' the plates. Overall, it took us about two hours to clean the tent. And by the time we were done, we were exhausted.

Everyone took a quick shower to clean off the food, then went to bed.

"Ughhh….I feel like my shoulders are about to pop off!" groaned Harry, who was sleeping in the bunk below me.

"I feel like my stomach's about to explode!" whined Ron, who had the single bed.

"That's what you get for stuffing your face with food for hours," I snorted, "Well, I'm tired. I'm gonna sleep now."

Both murmured in agreement, and Harry used his wand to turn off the lights.

There was silence for about ten minutes, until Harry spoke up.

"Hey, Ron? Herman?"

"What?!" groaned Ron, who I expect had just fallen asleep.

"Yeah?" I asked, I hadn't fallen asleep yet.

"Do you guys smell something?"

"No," said Ron bluntly.

I sniffed that air. Nothing but my lavender spray.

"I don't smell it either," I said.

"Don't you smell it? It smells like lavender!"

Uh-oh.

"Lavender? Lavender Brown? What's wrong with you, mate?"

"No! I don't mean her! I mean like the flower. Like the scent."

"Nope," said Ron, "I don't smell anything."

"Uhhh..me neither," I answer nervously.

"It smells like Hermione."

I blushed. I really didn't think anyone would pay any attention to what I smelled like.

"What'd you say?" asked Ron, who hadn't heard Harry. I pretended I didn't hear him either.

"Noth-Nothing," muttered Harry, "Goodnight Herman. 'Night Ron."

"'Night," Ron and I said together.

And I fell asleep, thinking about Cho, mash potatoes, lavender flowers, lamb chops, and Harry.

Chappie 10? You like? I really didn't know how to end it…so I just came up with the whole lavender thing at the end. Haha. I hope that break-up was good enough. But I'll let you know now that that is not the end of Cho! She'll be back. Haha. And I'm not sure if you remember, but there was a little girl in chapter 8 that found out about Hermione's secret. She'll be making a comeback as well. Not for awhile, but I just wanted to give you a heads up. Just in case you forgot who she was.

Next chapter, I think I'm gonna focus more on Herman rather than Hermione. I'm not really sure if I want to continue on the Quidditch World Cup arc. I've kind of wanted them to go back to Hogwarts. But I have no idea. In this story, it's almost February I think…I'm really not sure. I'll have to go read old chapters..haha. Anyways, February means Valentine's Day! Maybe something on that? More suggestions?

Once again, review, alright? And leave suggestions! I really do use them! As for when the next chapter's gonna be out, soon. That's all I'm going to say.

But till chapter 11! Byee!

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