A/N: Darn you Writer's Block!

Disclaimer: I only own the plot of this story. The rest belongs to JK Rowling.

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"Have a good night dear," Professor Sprout said, also putting down her pair of rusted scissors.

"You too Professor Sprout," I said, walking out of the greenhouse.

"Oh, and dear," she began, "there are better ways to win a boy's heart rather than fight." She winked then gave me a kind smile.

I stood there for a moment, stunned. After a while I was able to say something, "Thank you, Professor Sprout." I turned around and headed back to the common room.

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A bright light streamed though the bright velvet curtains of my bed hangings. I opened my eyes sleepily. What time was it? I rolled over to my side and reached past the hangings and pulled out the clock. It was seven-thirty in the morning. I groaned. It felt as though I had fallen asleep then woken up an hour later. But classes begin pretty soon and I have to get ready.

The moment I sat up from bed I immediately felt like dodging back under the covers. I was still so sore from my detention last night. But I forced myself to get up; no way was I going to miss a class!

When I pulled aside my bed hangings and the first thing I saw was Lavender Brown. She was standing with her back to me, brushing her hair. I did not want to confront her right now so I got up out of bed as quietly as I could. My bare feet hit the polished wooden floor with a slight thud! Lavender noticed. She swiveled around and smiled at me.

"Why Hermione, you're up! How was your detention?" Lavender asked in a sweet voice.

"It was okay," I responded flatly.

There was a few seconds of silence when Lavender said "Well, I should be going. Maybe I'll visit Ron in the hospital wing during my first free period, which should be after my first class."

"Okay then," I replied as Lavender slung her bag aver her shoulders and made her way to the door.

"I'll tell him you said hi," Lavender gave me a little wave then disappeared out the door.

I stayed put for a minute after she left. Great, she was going to visit Ron before me. She would seduce him into loving her forever, and they'll get married, have ten kids…

No, I can't let my imagination run away with me. I've got to keep cool. Ron doesn't like Lavender that much anymore, right?

After I was dressed up and ready to go, I made my way down the staircase to get some breakfast before my first class (Arithmancy, my favourite subject!). I barely made it out of the portrait hole when Ginny hooked her arm on to mine and slung me around.

"Hey! What was that?" I asked angrily.

"That was me making sure you didn't leave before I had a chat with you." Ginny replied.

She sat down on an armchair and gestured for me to do the same. Once I did she leaned in and whispered "There are rumors going around,"

I rolled my eyes. I'm used to rumors by now, ever since Rita Skeeter sprinkled her fairy dust on my social life.

"And it's about Ron and Lavender." Ginny continued.

I sighed, "Ginny, you know rumors are rarely ever true."

"People are saying that they're falling apart, that they might break up." Ginny raised an eyebrow.

I gasped. "They'll break up?"

"That's what I hear. Dean heard it from Seamus who heard it from Hannah who heard it from Dennis who heard it from Ernie who heard it from, well, someone else."

"Oh Ginny, if that many people heard it, then it might have gotten mixed up along the way. You should know that rumors can get confused or altered if it travels a long way." I explained.

Ginny threw her hands up in exasperation. "And here I was thinking that you were going to be excited, no, ecstatic about the news, but then you had to go all Hermione all over it,"

"'Hermione'?" I questioned.

"When you make everything logical or act intelligent." Ginny answered.

I raised an eyebrow but Ginny continued. "Anyway, didn't you know that whenever Lavender visits Ron he's never awake?

"And when he was, he hardly spoke and all she did was gush over him which made him very uncomfortable." Ginny smiled; pleased at the message she had delivered. I however, remained skeptic.

"And is this a rumor as well?" I asked.

"Well, sort of. Cormac said that he saw Lavender gushing over Ron while walking past the hospital wing, and Lavender was overheard telling Harry that Ron is always asleep when she visits him."

"Overheard by whom?"

"Me!" Ginny clapped her hands together.

I rested my chin on my hand and furrowed my brow in thought. This news was big. But her resources weren't so solid. What if it was just a stupid rumor, no matter how much I wished it wasn't?

"Hermione?" Ginny waved a hand in front of my face.

"This could be true," I responded, my brain still spinning with thoughts.

Ginny opened her mouth to respond but I raised a hand to silence her. "But, about the Ron being awake and uncomfortable thing, I need to see the primary source.

"Who? Lavender or Ron?" Ginny asked.

I looked up and smiled "No, I need to talk to Cormac."

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Cormac was sitting by the lake, staring at its' rippling waters. He looked deep in thought and I hated to interrupt him and I hated to interrupt him. But I wanted to know the facts of what he saw.

"Hey Cormac," I said, walking up to him. He looked up in surprise.

"Oh, hi Hermione." He said.

"What are you doing?" I asked. I sat down next to him on the soft grass.

"Just thinking," he said.

I paused to look at him for a moment. He was so quiet. Usually he can't shut up. But now he was silent, and looked a little down.

"Is there anything wrong?" I asked.

Cormac sighed. "I really screwed up during that last Quidditch game," this wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"Well, you did hit Harry in the head with a Bludger," I told him.

"And everyone hates me for it. It just makes me, upset." He directed his gaze to the ground.

"I don't think everyone hates you," I wasn't lying; the opposing team loves him for it.

"What about your friends?" I asked.

"They're angry at me, but they don't hate me." Cormac responded flatly.

"Why are you still upset?"

"The reason I'm by myself right now is my punishment." He answered.

"Huh?"

"Well, whenever one of us screws up with something, we do an outrageous dare and then get left alone for an hour to think about our mistake."

"Oh," I thought this was a downright idiotic idea, but I wanted to stay on his good-side. "What was your dare?" I asked him.

"Did you hear about that nasty stench and spill in the boys' lavatory on the sixth floor yesterday?" Cormac asked.

"Yeah," I answered.

"Well…" he looked out into the waters and smiled.

"What…er…oh!" I figured out what he meant "Gross,"

Cormac smiled. "Yeah, it was pretty nasty." He agreed.

There was an awkward silence after that. He was feeling bad, how could I ask him about what he saw? I'd be heartless idiot! But my stupid heart took over my big, intellectual brain and I asked him.

"Cormac, Ginny told me that you saw Lavender and Ron at the hospital wing and that they weren't exactly getting along. Is that true?" I asked.

Cormac looked unfazed. "I was wondering when you were going to ask that. I didn't expect you to come down here to ask me about my amazing Quidditch skills. Okay, maybe I did, but then again you have to admit that I,"

"Cormac, please," I interrupted him. And I thought he felt a little down, ha!

"Oh, right. Well, here's the story.

"I was heading to my next class yesterday so that I wouldn't be anywhere near the boy's lavatory on the sixth floor. I wasn't taking my usual route, just in case, so I happened to have passed the hospital wing whilst Lavender was visiting Ron. They were talking in loud voices, well, at least Lavender was, and I had to see what was up. I peered in and saw Lavender with a huge box of chocolate frogs. She was gushing over him and feeding him chocolate frogs like some love sick puppy. It was disgusting. I guess Ron thought so too because he didn't look very happy. Each time she called him a pet name, like 'My Ronnie Honey' and 'Ronalicious' he'd scowl, course I don't blame him. And whenever she popped a chocolate frog into his mouth he'd make this face, like," Cormac pulled a face as if he had smelled something disgusting here "Bottom line, I bet that he'll be yours soon enough."

"And Lavender didn't notice his reluctance?" I asked, still giggling at how Ron must've looked like.

"I don't know, but if she did she ignored it." Cormac shrugged.

"Well, thanks Cormac." I got up and made to leave.

"Oh, and Cormac," I turned back and smiled at him "Filch interrogated some students that had seen you near the lavatory during the little mess, and he knows it's you who did it."

Cormac cursed "Thanks for the heads-up. I better go hide. Bye!" he waved good-bye to me then ran off.

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"I told you it was true!" Ginny exclaimed after I told her what Cormac had told me.

"Yeah, yeah," I couldn't help but smile. This meant that Ron didn't like Lavender. I had a chance!

"Hey, don't you have a detention to go to?" Ginny asked.

I checked the time. "Oh no, I do! Professor McGonagall is going to murder me if I'm late! I just have to run upstairs and put my books away. Bye Ginny!" I waved good-bye to Ginny and dashed up the stairs. Hermione Granger will not be late for anything, not even detention!

I wrenched the dormitory door open and saw Lavender there, also putting away her books. She looked up and smiled at me.

"Off to detention?" she asked.

I nodded my head. I had to stay cool around her. I went over to my bed and stowed my bag under the bed.

"I hope you have fun with Professor McGonagall. I hear that she'll keep you up all night." Lavender continued. It tried to ignore her but she was far too loud.

"That means that'll you sleep in tomorrow. What a shame. I guess Ron will only have me as a visitor again. Well, I'm off to my own detention. Tootles," she gave me a sickly-sweet smile and left.

I stood frozen on the spot. Had I heard right? She had plans to visit Ron in the hospital wing again. But that wasn't a bad thing. Oh no, it was a good thing. A great thing. Why? Simple. Because she didn't know that Ron was leaving the hospital wing tomorrow. Ron hadn't told her. Did it slip his mind? I don't think so. I think it was on purpose.

I hummed a happy tune all the way to the transfiguration classroom.

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Lavatory (noun) - a room fitted with equipment for washing the hands and face and usually with flush toilet facilities. See also "bathroom" and "washroom".

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