You think that I go home at night

Take off my clothes

Turn out the light,

But I burn letters that I write

To you,

To make you love me.

Yeah I drive naked through the park

And run the stop sign in the dark.

I'll make, I'll make you love me!

I am extraordinary

If you would just get to know me.

I am extraordinary.

I am just your ordinary

Average,

Every day,

Sane, psycho

Super-goddess.

~Segment from Extraordinary by Liz Phair

Chapter 14: Night Time Hissy Fit

When I entered the Burrow, I smelt the familiar smell of breakfast Mrs. Weasley makes so well and could hear the familiar chatter. I caught sight of Harry's green eyes and heard a loud unison of my name.

This is what the holidays are about, family more than happy to have you no matter how close to Christmas it is, which should be in two days. I noticed every one hugged me, except for Ginny, who was still pouting in the kitchen like a stubborn five years old. I also noticed that Ron hugged me the longest which didn't really make me feel comfortable. I slithered myself out of those arms with the excuse that I could breath.

"What are you doing here?" asked Ron. The Weasley twins (let me tell you, it's a relief to just have good ol' identical twins), Harry, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley all looked at me with the same question. I could tell that Bill and Charlie aren't here, probably arriving tomorrow, and Lupin and Tonks should arrive Christmas morning like always.

Well, I did the face where it looked like I was troubled and responded in a soft, sad voice, "Well, Mickey and I aren't seeing each other anymore."

"Oh, poor dear," said Mrs. Weasley. She gave me a nice comforting hug. I could sense her boys rolling their eyes. "Now, even though I heard this Mickey was a dream come true, a girl can never be too certain if he is the one. I remember I used to date Kert Woldo."

"Oh, I remember that jerk," said Mr. Weasley. "Most girls like him because he owned a cycle. The whole bad boy act."

"Well," started Mrs. Weasley, "he asked me out. ME! We were to go cycling in a nearby muggle village. Sadly, he didn't take me there, he wanted something else. If your father wasn't there, I don't know where I'd be."

Mrs. Weasley let go of me and gave the most lovely smile I've ever seen to Mr. Weasley. Now that's love.

"So the pansy broke up with you, Hermione?" said George. "If you want, Fred and I could give him a special delivery with our Weasley Grotesque Smelly Chocolate. His breath would smell like stinky cheese and feet for a month."

"Don't do it Hermione," warned Harry. "They're not doing it for you, they are thinking of taking their little business international when they heard Mickey was American."

"Just think," said Fred, "He will eat a chocolate with the unexpected side effects of having feet breathe, tell all his buddies and say 'I had to admit, that was a good prank. Maybe I would give those humorous twins a huge hunk of my money so they could afford to make their wonderful joke shop international.'"

Harry, Ron, and I looked at them like they're crazy. They shrugged it off and went to the kitchen to finish breakfast. Mrs. Weasley stuffed me to the rim with eggs, toast, jam, and oatmeal. I ignored the glares Ginny was giving me and the flirty lines Ron was delivering. I felt bad because while I was too busy with the Mickey thing , I completely forgot about Ron. He wasn't so bad when Mickey and I were dating. He really just pointed out the negative in our relationship. Now that Hermione is playing it single, well, there's no telling what Ron would do.

Harry and I were walking in the garden by ourselves. Ron was too busy chasing Fred and George because they stole something, and Ginny was writing to her friends inside. Normally she wouldn't do that, but obviously this year is different. I know she was going to give me hell that night, but I still felt bad.

But if it weren't for her she and Harry would still be together, I would be with Mickey unaware that he's gay, and Malfoy and I would never be seeing each other the way we were. Well, I don't know if the following is a good thing or a bad thing.

"So what really happened?" asked Harry as he kicked a clump of snow.

I was trying to decide whether I should tell Harry that Mickey is gay or not. On the upside, Harry would probably shrug it off and say something like lifestyle decision. On the downside, Mickey probably would mind that Harry knows and that's just not working for him.

I decided to keep my mouth shut and told a tall tale how I was innocently shopping by myself and when I got to their mansion, I saw him snogging some blonde beach babe.

"I really need to date," said Harry. "You get this cool love triangle fiasco while I'm stuck with Ron on a Saturday night making Peanut Butter and Crackers Mountain."

"What about Ginny?"

"Oh, you don't know? Well, she has a date this Saturday night. Some wizard who goes to magic public school and has a mohawk."

I wrinkled my nose at the image. I don't have anything against mohawks, but they are just not for me. "Really? I never thought she would move on. I thought you guys would make up or something. How does Ron feel about this?"

Harry looked around to make sure no one is listening it, which is a smart thing to do. The Weasley twins gossip like two old ladies on a porch. He looked around one more time and found that it seemed safe. "Not too happy about it. He doesn't nag Ginny because she still has that you-guys-in-the-parents-bedroom thing going on. Molly isn't too happy about the mohawk thing herself."

"I hate to say this," I started. "but Ginny is becoming a bit too much like a bitch."

I dreaded going to bed, especially during supper. While Harry, Ron, and I were talking, I would catch Ginny talking the twins ears off about mohawk boy. I didn't want to stay up all night hearing about this Ricky. The pink hell I just came back from suddenly looked like heaven, especially since Malfoy is officially mine (besides the whole marriage thing).

I took as much time as I could in the bathroom, grooming and re-grooming. Eventually, George got gutsy and decided to break the door down and throw me out. If Mrs. Weasley found out, she would have pulled him by the ear like a little school boy. He sadly fixed it before I could tattle.

Ginny's room is a lot like Ron's room with some added black lace and red lamp shades. Mr. Weasley always sets a sleeping bag for me, which is right by Ginny's bed. I looked at the arrangement and moved by sleeping bag more horizontal so that Ginny doesn't get any ideas of talking to me. I don't mind if it's a good thing, but if it's only to piss me off, forget about it!

I turned off the lights the minute I got to bed, just waiting for my doom. The door opened and my heart was beating fast from fear. I heard the floorboards creaking, and heard some weight added to the bed. Then nothing, just some breathing and shuffling under the blankets.

"Hey Hermione?"

Oh shit.

"Where were you that night Harry and I were at the Room of Requirement?"

Shit.

"Um…I was doing a quick stroll around the building to not seem so suspicious."

"You didn't see Ron coming at all?"

"Um…no."

"That's crap."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you would have seen him for sure. I know you Hermione."

I doubt that, if she knew me so well, she would have known that I wasn't comfortable with the whole scandal and that I had some issues of my own. Was I really that blind of how nasty Ginny could be? I knew she would say something here or there, but she would than apologize for her rudeness. This isn't the Ginny I knew.

"Why does this bother you so much Ginny? I thought you were over this whole thing."

"I am. Screw you and Harry."

Somehow, I felt that that wasn't the case. I think Ginny just has a lot of things going on that she wasn't able to tell.

"I knew Mickey would break up with you."

"Uh-huh."

"Yeah. I knew that he would surely cheat on you since you didn't give him any."

"And did you make sure you gave him something?"

Okay, maybe not the nicest thing for me to say, but I was getting frustrated with the whole I'm-pissed-so-your-my-punching-bag shit. I smiled as I imagined the look on Ginny's face, sheer horror, which matches perfectly with her new look.

"Whore," she called me.

"Bitch."

A.N.: Just thought I should dedicate another chapter to the decreasing Hermione and Ginny friendship. More Malfoy will come, so don't fret! Plz review luvs.