Chapter 11 and 12 – I think

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

"Wake up, Hermione!" Ginny and Lavender screamed as they poured ice cold water on to my head.

"What the heck!" I screamed. "What was that for?"

"Well, we tried poking you, yelling at you, making loud noises, we even tired slapping you across the face several times and you wouldn't wake up," Lavender explained.

"Yeah, we were just trying to wake you up. Sorry," Ginny mumbled. "Do you for give us?"

"Of coarse I do! Why wouldn't I?" I wrapped them up in a big group bear hug.

"Maybe, because of us, you now have two red marks, well hand prints, on your face," Lavender mumbled under her breath.

"What!" I rushed into the bathroom. "What the hell!"

"Again, we're really sorry," they said in unison.

"It's O.K. I understand. Don't worry about it," I said, coming out of the bathroom and rubbing my face.

"Are you sure?" Lavender asked.

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Really, really?"

"Yes."

"Really, really, really?"

"Yes."

"Really, really, really, really?"

"Now that's getting annoying. Do you want me to get mad?"

"No," Ginny said, "please don't."

"Here let me get you things," Lavender grabbed all of my stuff and mumbled under her breath, "Before you blow, your royal highness."

(Chapter 12)(General POV)

Four hours past…

"Hermione, come out! You can't just lock yourself in the bathroom for good," Ginny tried to calm her down but nothing worked.

"Hermione, what happened?" Lavender asked.

"Ginny… tell… her… please?" Hermione whimpered.

"No, you can speak for your self. Now come out here and tell us what happened," Ginny replied.

"Okay," sniff, sniff Hermione made her way out of the bathroom and on to her bed. "It all started when Malfoy found me in the hallway."

--Flashback—

"Hey sweetie," Malfoy came up from around the corner and kissed me on the neck.

"Go away," I said, with my head down.

"Why would I do that?" he questioned.

"Because I am NOT your girlfriend!" I screamed into his face.

"Oh shit! Your Granger!" he went on, "by looking at your overstuffed bra I thought you were Pansy."

"It's not overstuffed!"

"Well then what's this?" he dug his hand into my coat pocket and pulled out a travel size thing of tissues.

"You put your hand in to my pocket, not down my shirt!"

"Really?"

"Yes, and I have allergies. Now leave me alone."

"Wait one moment," he pulled me back by my hood and, this time stuck his hand down my shirt, leaving the tissues in my bra. "Now that's more like Pansy," he skipped off.

I ended up getting the tissues back in to my pocket before walking through the doorway looking like Parkinson.

--End Flashback—

"He did that!" Ginny screamed.

I nodded.

"I can't believe him," Lavender said in an oh-no-he-didn't kind of way.

"Believe it," I beckoned.

"But that's so mean," Ginny said.

"Well, it is Malfoy," I returned.

"True," they said in unison.

"Come on let's go to lunch. I'm starving," I pointed towards the door.

"Yeah, I guess crying really takes a lot out of you," Lavender mumbled.

I shot her a death stare not even Snape could stand.

"Come on," Ginny called out from the hallway.

"Coming," we said together.

"Sorry, it's just with going with Ron to Hogsmeade, I was jealous," she confessed.

"Wait! You like Ron?" I stopped dead in my tracks.

She nodded.

"But why?"