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Over a Broomstick.

Why did Hermione always need to be an authority lover? There were moments where Harry sometimes asked himself if her statement about friendship and bravery being more important than books, and following rules was actually sinking into her head; she had certainly fawned over Lockhart last year, going gooey-eyed and gooey brained, like so many other stupid girls throughout the castle before they had spent a few months in Lockhart's tutelage. In the second year Harry had quickly dismissed Defence against the Dark Arts as a lost cause, and he wasn't the only one; even girls like Lavender and Parvati had lost their fangirl view of the idiot a few months into the year. But not Hermione. Oh no, she had still believed the bastard was a good professor, even if the evidence did not mount up.

Despite her words about books, cleverness, being the class swot, Hermione was still the class swot, and there were moments her nagging really made him want to lash out, but he didn't because he did not want to lose one of his only friends although there were times Harry wondered if friendship was something he truly wanted.

If this was what it meant to have a friend, and they would go behind his back then he wanted nothing to do with it. He did not want somebody who constantly nagged him every single day to study up only to go behind his back like that. There was no denying her heart was in the right place, but there were moments where Hermione's need to know everything, and that meant poking her nose into his private business became beyond annoying, and he did not want to be mothered by a girl close to him in age. It was weird. But in Hermione's case, it pissed him off.

Harry was not angry because of the broomstick, unlike Ron. No, he was angry because she had gone behind his back.

Did she really think he was so thoughtless that he would fly a broomstick she considered to be dangerous if she had brought it up? Did she really think he didn't care about his own personal safety? The fact she had gone behind his back in the first place had proved she had no faith in him being careful. Harry was sitting by himself in the Gryffindor common room while he read a book. He didn't normally read a book in public because both Ron and Hermione would become so touchy about it. Ron would demand to know why he was reading when they could play stupid chess games, not even thinking for a second not everyone liked chess.

Hermione also, arrogantly, believed she was the only person who should be reading. And thinking for others. It was really annoying, and patronising she had that kind of mindset.

Harry noticed movement in front of him, but dismissed it, thinking it was somebody passing by. But it wasn't.

"What's that book?" He bit his lip while he only just restrained himself from leaping out of his seat in annoyance at the sound of Hermione's strident voice.

"Transfiguration," Harry didn't bother looking up.

"Why are you looking at it?" Hermione demanded.

"Mind your own business."

"Harry!"

"Just go away, Hermione," Harry admired his own self-control; he knew by now Dudley and his gang would have attacked Hermione by now. But the brunette witch refused to do as she was told.

"No, I won't go away. I'm sorry about the broomstick-."

That did it. Harry slammed the book shut and glared at Hermione, who was stunned by the sudden reaction, and while he was pleased by the fact she realised she might have gone too far, he pushed it aside and ignored it. Harry needed this, he needed a moment to drum into her brain what she had done wrong, and if Hermione would not listen or she would twist his words, then he would give up on her as a friend. For good. And while he was doing that, he might re-evaluate his friendships with half a dozen people, including Ron and the twins.

"You really don't get it, do you?" Harry gazed at her angrily. "It's not the Firebolt I'm angry about. I'm angry you went behind my back-."

"I needed to tell Professor McGonagall. You would have flown out on that damn broomstick, goaded by Ron, and you could have fallen to your death-!" Hermione shouted, tears springing to her eyes. Harry ignored the sight of the tears for now.

"How?" He countered.

"What?" Confusion appeared in her face now.

"How could Black have bought that Firebolt when he's on the run?" Harry snapped, annoyed this supposedly logical girl had acted before she had thought. "He would have needed to have ordered the broomstick, and he would have needed to hand over his vault details; do you really think the idiots in the magical world wouldn't have contacted the Ministry if that had happened?!"

"Oh, come off it, Harry; we both know the magical world is far from logical-."

"And you are? Did it never occur to you to tell me about your fears? If you had come to me and spoken to me about your concerns, I would have listened. And no, I wasn't going to fly the broomstick; I was planning on having it checked out beforehand," Harry snapped back at the girl.

The look of disbelief on her face angered him even more, and Harry decided there and then he was done being friends with her. If she wanted to drive all of her friends away because she refused to give up her stupid authority loving attitude, so be it. She could cosy up to the teachers, and see how long she had before one of them decided they'd had enough of her, too.

"I hope it was worth it, I really do Hermione," he said sadly, but his eyes and expression were hardened within moments, "because from this point forward, I don't want you to come near me ever again. From now on, we are no longer friends. You don't sit next to me, don't even talk to me, and quote one rule after another. You went behind my back. You abused and destroyed my trust in you, and I have had more than enough nagging me. Enough is enough!"

With that Harry picked up his book, and walked away, ignoring Hermione as she collapsed into a sofa and started crying her eyes out. But before he reached the first step, he paused and spoke. "This could have been avoided had you spoken to me about it, lack a mature adult. But no, you went behind my back, and it cost you forever."

With that, he walked upstairs.