IMPORTANT: This will have FEMALE SLASH. You know? Girl with girl? If you're offended by this kind of *LOVE* please don't read it. Or don't flame it.

Title: Hermione's Downfalls!

Special Thanks to: Valar!!!!!!!!! She's my Beta! And my super friend Shoshana (who's actually Valar ^^ ) go and read her fanfics! They're funny!!!!!!! I mean who would have foreseen Ron being a priest?

Pairing: it will be Hermione/Ginny. Sweet.. ^ ^

Genre: Romance/General

Rating: PG-13 (just for being fem. love..)

Disclaimer: I wish they were mine. J. K. Rowling owns them.





Chapter 1 --+.+.+... In which Ron and Harry ignore Hermione .+.+.+--



It was late afternoon, and the Gryffindor common room was bussing with festivity. Harry had caught the snitch again, in their last game against Slytherin, earning the house enough points to have already won the House Cup. Ron, today, was also being held in a place of honor - having saved Harry after he fell catching the snitch (as always, it was evil Draco Malfoy who pushed him after being unable to catch the 'stupid-flying- thingy' as he called it.) Neville was spluttering with happiness and praising Harry; Colin Creevey couldn't stop taking pictures of his idol who was graduating in less than 3 months; and Seamus was acting as a manager of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley ("Hey! You have to pay for that picture!" "5 bucks for a kiss!") ; even McGonagall had arrived to the party with a box full of. ¡Butterbeer!

In a word: everyone was happy. Everyone was singing, drinking, replaying the last scenes of the game, cheering up even to the rumor that maybe, just maybe, because they were the house that had won more House-cups over their generation. they would be given a special award.

So, it's came as no surprise that in such a fuss, they would forget the third person of the Hogwart's Trio. Hermione Gragner.

So, why wasn't Hermione with everyone? Let me explain you. Hermione Gragner, know-it-all and goodie-good of Gryffindor was devastated. She was sitting in a corner, and she didn't want to move from there because her room was full of more Gryffindor's girls and boys making out and celebrating. You ask why she didn't go outside, to the lake perhaps? Well, I kinda mentioned she was devastated, so she couldn't think well. Okay so she could think, it was just that all her thoughts were saying was: I'm not perfect anymore. Not that she had at anytime been perfect, but you get what I mean.

You see this year Hermione Gragner wasn't top student of Hogwarts. They say: "Second place are never remembered, they are the first losers". And oh how she believed it. I mean: you remember the first man who walked on the Moon. but the second?

It was recent news, but already she was being forgotten. She had told Harry, almost in tears about the news, but he had just given her a pat at the shoulder and a quick smile, not even bothering to look into her eyes while saying "Wait Seamus!!!!! Sorry 'Mione, I have to run to the game! It's already starting. I hope to see you there!"

Ron had been no different. He just made her a little more sad. After all, she did have a crush on the redhead. "Hey Ron." she had said.

"Yes 'Mione? Urgh! This damn cap won't close. Geez 'Mione, can you help me?"

"Sure" Hermione moved in front of Ron, redoing the lace to keep the Quidditch-cap in place. Despite her sadness, her heart longed for some show of affection. A reassuring touch.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" He had asked her.

"I... uh... Ron.." She turned to face him directly. "I won't be. top student anymore..." Long tear-drops were falling of Hermione's eyes by now, and her slumped shoulders where trembling along with her sobs. Ron, dumb struck, only reacted enough to wipe one of her tears, while telling her "But 'Mione, you aren't just grades... you're intelligent, smart, clever. you know lotsa things! And I love you for that."

Let's just say those weren't the perfect words for that situation. Now Hermione's sadness turned to anger towards her friends, for being so insensitive, for killing the romanticism, mostly for not hugging and comforting her, when they were in the position they were... so close, yet so far.

Now, Hermione doubted she could ever fell as safe as she though she could in those arms, arms that just weren't there for her when she needed them the most. But if not his arms, then whose?



....tbc..