A/N: I love this! This story is going so darn well! LOL...yea. Would you guys do me a huge favor and read ChoChang1599 *'s* "The Shattered Mirror" she's my good friend Mary and she would appreciate it! Luv yas, Liz.

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I slammed the door so hard I thought I'd break it. I stomped down the hallway and took off the cardigan and threw it into Nat's room. Then stomped away again.
"Hermione?" Tara called.
"YES!?" I called in an agitated voice.
"How was it?" She asked timidly.
"Don't even ask!" I thundered, slamming my door.

I turned up some music and did a kickboxing exercise. Kickboxing relaxes me. I have no idea why. I guess it's cause I have a lot of anger. This made me smile so I had to stop. Kickboxing is a serious manly sport.
"Hermione?" Voice's chorused.
"Yes?" I replied, my voice not as angry and loud.
"Can we come in?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
Tara, Nat and Lindsey shuffled in and took the usual places they always sat in.
"Hermione, how did it really go?" Tara asked softly.
I frowned at her. Then I realized they were just trying to help.
"Ok. Ron and I went down to the locker room area after the game. Harry came out shortly after. It was really awkward after he said "Hey" to me. So Ron said, "Boy that was some game!" and Harry bragged! So I was saying how he was not only bragging about sleeping with girls, but now winning Quidditch matches. And then he got really mad and so did I so...I left." I said in a rushed voice.
Silence.
"You really hate him now, don't you?" Natalie said.
I nodded.
"You'll get over it! I mean, me and Brad have fought tons of times, and we're engaged!" Natalie confirmed.
"Yeah well, I'm sure Brad is a very nice person compared to Harry." I said tiredly.
She shrugged.
"Why don't you call him and apologize?" Lindsey spoke up.
I gaped at her, "Are you nuts!? NO WAY!"
She looked at me suggestively, then the phone rang.
I ran to answer it.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hey Herm!" Said Ron.
"Oh, hey." I said, bringing the phone into the room.
All the girls looked at me.
"Hey, you won't believe this but me and my old girlfriend are back together and we're kind of wondering if you'd come along with your boyfriend!"
"Uh..Ron. I don't really HAVE a boyfriend." I said through clenched teeth.
"Right. I knew that. Well come anyway!" Ron replied.
I sighed, "Ok Ron."
"Great! We're at Che` Paris at 7:00 tomorrow night!"
"O.K.!" I said morosely, hanging up.
"So...?" Tara asked nervously, "Who was it?"
"Ron" I replied bluntly.
"Oh." Faces fell.
"But I'm going to dinner with he and his girlfriend, Should be fun, right?" I asked.
"Right! Now we just have to think of an outfit!" Tara said, laughing.
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I stood in front of the restaurant, feeling very foolish in what Tara had picked out for me. It was a low-cut black dress with a white sweater and about 6 inch black heels. I was having enough trouble walking as it is, how was I supposed to compose myself when I met Ron?
"Hermione!" Ron called when I entered.
I spotted him at a candlelit table towards the back and awkwardly teetered over.
"Uh..hi." I said, smiling barely.
"Hi! This is my girlfriend, Marie Potts." Ron pointed to a young girl with wavy blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Pleasure, I'm sure." I said, maintaining eye contact with the blonde.
Ron nervously looked at the clock and stared back at me, smiling.
"What?" I asked, sitting down.
As though blown there, who should come through that door but Harry Potter.
I stopped smiling and looked angrily at Ron, my eye's flashing.
"What's he doing here?" I asked angrily.
"Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Harry." I replied.
"What the hell is she doing here?" He demanded.
"Sit down Harry! Hermione, I did this because you and Harry need to talk and be friends. This is so ridiculous!" Ron pleaded.
Harry warily sat down.
I tried not to talk to Harry at all. But Ron kept on making conversation, forcing me to talk.
"So, Harry. Are you currently DATING anyone?" I asked coldy, putting emphasize on DATING.
"Maybe I am, what are you going to do about it?" Harry replied, also cold.
"I was just wondering, I'll have to SLEEP on some more questions." I said.
"What is your problem!" He demanded.
"My problem? I don't have one, you seem to have lots!" I shot back.
"This is all about Parvati isn't it!?" He stated, eye's flashing.
"Parvati!? It's not just about her, pal. Try...Ginny Weasley or even Lavendar Brown!" I said, spitting out words like venom.
"I'm so sorry I didn't center my attention around you, Miss Ego, but it's called getting a life and moving on!" He said.
I was so angry, but nothing was coming out. Maybe he mistook me for being speechless, because I detected a hint of victory in his eyes.
Ron and Marie were actually speechless.
I picked up my fork and twirled around noodles on my plate.
"You hurt me, Harry." I whispered.
He snorted, "How? By moving on?"
"No," I said, "Because I thought we were a lasting "thing" and then you just blow me off like a bug!"
"Hermione, you can't have everything you want in life, OK? I moved on because I was sick and tired of seeing you!" Harry said, as though he were an uncorked bottle and spilling all contents.
I sat there for a second, stunned beyond words.
"I-I...I-" I kept on trying to start a sentence but everytime I just spluttered out like a candle dieing in the wind.
Ron looked at me.
I stared back and did something very childish, something I hadn't done for quite a long time. It actually felt pretty good.
I reached over and smacked Harry smartly across the face with all the rage I could muster. I kicked off my shoes, bid Ron farewell and stormed out.

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"Hermione's home!" Tara whispered, gathering the deck of cards they'd been playing with as the girls scurried over to her.
I finished locking the door behind me and looked into four eager faces.
"What?" I cried, exasperatedly.
"How'd it go!" Natalie squeaked.
"Horrible, though I smacked Harry. That was fun." I said with relish.
"ACK! You....smacked Harry Potter?" Natalie shrilled,
I shrugged. There wasn't that big of a difference between him and Malfoy anymore.