Grrr I'm running out of ideas for this story! Please, if you have any ideas, put them in your review!
It had been a week since the second task. Hermione was still with Draco. Ron had seen them snogging in the corridors too many times to count. Too much, he thought.
He was walking to potions when he saw them at it again.
'This must be what Hermione felt when I was snogging Lavender all the time.' he thought.
She was wearing a pair of Draco's Slytherin robes. She wasn't wearing a single Gryffindor color. Just Slytherin. Ron remembered a few nights ago in the common room.
Flashback
The portrait hole swung open. Hermione walked through it and into the common room, wearing Slytherin clothes.
"Miss Granger, may I ask you why you are wearing a different house's colors?" McGonagall said, looking her up and down.
"That's what I came to talk to you about. Can I be in Slytherin?"
There were many gasps around the room. Ron and Harry, who had been working on homework, looked at each other.
"Why?" McGonagall asked.
"Because I belong in Slytherin. Not with these…" she looked around. "Gryffindors."
She sounded somewhat disgusted. McGonagall stared at her.
"No, Miss Granger. All decisions made by the sorting hat are final."
She walked past Hermione, who looked outraged, and out of the portrait hole. Hermione stared at her loathingly as she left. She then walked over to where Harry and Ron were.
"Hermione, you don't want to be a Slytherin." Ron said reassuringly.
She glared at him.
"You don't know me Weasley. We're not friends."
"Hermione, we know you better than anyone." Harry spoke this time.
"Shut up Potter. Draco and I have had it with you. You and all your pathetic friends."
"Hermione…"
Ron stood up, grabbed her hand and smiled at her. He leaned in, but Hermione backed away from him.
"Stop it you little weasel! I don't know where you got this ridiculous idea, but I don't love you! I hate you!"
She stormed from the room, robes billowing behind her. Ron watched her go sadly. Harry stood too and patted Ron's back.
"She doesn't mean it. She'll be back to normal soon."
Ron knew this, but he had a feeling that what she said was true. That she didn't love him. That she just couldn't stand him.
"I know. But not soon enough."
Not my best chapter. Please, I need ideas! Please, please, please review!