Alrighty, I have said it enough times and I think you get the point... but anywho, I do not own anything from Harry Potter - J.K. Rowling does and I envy her so.

"Hey." Harry bent down and kissed Hermione, who instantly shot a look at Ron.

"Your back early, I see," said Ron, not happy at all.

"Yes, I am. The conference ended early."

"Well luck for you then." Ron said through his teeth very sarcastically.

"Hermione, do you want to come and help me with my things?" Harry asked Hermione, obviously meaning something else.

"Alright... Ron, I'll talk to you later, alright?" She gave Ron another look and left with Harry. Ron sat for a few seconds, then very sneakily got up and followed them. They went into the Gryffindor common room and checked to see if anyone was there. Ron grabbed the cloak out from his bag and, putting it on, waltzed inside and sat down to watch them.

"How are you?" Harry asked Hermione, kissing her again.

"Uh, fine. Just fine."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, why?"

"You seem... anxious, or jumpy."

"No! I'm not jumpy, not at all."

"Alright..." Harry grabbed Hermione's waist and pulled her onto the couch.

"Harry... not now!" She said through her teeth.

"What? Why?"

"Because!"

"Hermione, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing!!"

"Then why the hell do you keep pulling away from me?"

"I'm not! I-"

"What happened while I was gone?"

"Nothing happened." Hermione looked away.

"Fine, you don't want to tell me what happened? I don't care. I have to unpack." Harry went up to his room, leaving Hermione sitting alone.

"Boo." Ron took off the cloak and startled Hermione.

"Fuck, don't do that!" Hermione got up and hugged Ron. They kissed and fell down on the couch.

"I thought you didn't want to do this right now," Ron said with a sly grin on his face.

"Shut up and kiss me." he did as he was told.

Harry stormed up to his room and started putting his things away, when he noticed he left his other bag downstairs. He got up and descended down the staircase, but stopped when he heard giggling. He peered around the corner to see Ron and Hermione, on the couch, Ron's tongue down her throat. Harry stood there, stunned, as he watched his best friend and his girlfriend making out on the Gryffindor couch. I am never sitting there again, he thought to himself. Still stunned and very angry, Harry went back upstairs.

Alright... I don't remember coming to bed with me... who the fuck is shaking me??

Harry woke up suddenly and hit whatever was in the process of waking him up.

"Jeez, Harry! Watch it!" Ron said, rubbing his arm.

"Oh, it's you." Harry got up and put on a clean shirt.

"Ah man, you missed it! Hermione was downstairs and a food fight started; McGonagall eventually stopped it. But it was great. Why'd you sleep in so late?"

"I don't know." Harry said. The fact was, he couldn't remember much from the previous night. All he remembered was Ron and Hermione on the couch and himself running back up the stairs.

"Well you did have a rough night." Ron went over to Harry's bureau and ran his finger along the top.

"What are you talking about?" Harry's attention was now on Ron, watching him as he looked over the pictures of various friends. Ron turned and looked at Harry.

"You don't remember? You were talking in your sleep, something about a cheater, and I figured you were referring to Malfoy or Quidditch or something. But then you awoke screaming, and started shouting at me making no sense. You went back to bed a few minutes after."

The night before was now seeping into Harry's memory. He remembered the dream, Ron and Hermione making out, laughing at him... He also remembered shouting at Ron. He bloody well deserved it, the bastard.

"Well anyways," Ron said, walking towards the door, "I'm going back downstairs. Hurry down, I think Hermione saved some pumpkin juice for you." Ron left and Harry got up from the bed.

What the fuck does he think he's doing, coming in here, and waking me up... The little prat, I bet he's in the library with Hermione. And how could Hermione be cheating on me?

Harry went downstairs and ran into Malfoy coming out of the Great Hall.

"Well well, if it isn't Potter. Back from your loser convention?" Malfoy snarled.

"Yeah, I am, now tell me... Why weren't you there again? Oh yes, mommy didn't want you to go. She was afraid little ol' me would try to pull something in my wicked wicked ways." Malfoy's expression turned into one of loath.

"For your information, I wasn't there because I had too much work to do."

"Sure, sure." Harry said and tried to get around Malfoy.

"Now, now... Wait just a minute. I have something you might want to see." Malfoy pulled out the photos and handed them to Harry.

"What the....?" Harry said, looking them over and frowning.

"I believe somebody isn't telling you the whole truth about what happened while you were gone."

"That bastard!" Harry said getting very angry. He was now looking at the not-so-innocent picture of Ron and Hermione in the tower.

"I thought you'd want to know." Malfoy said smirking. Harry stepped past him, and went into the Great Hall to find Hermione laughing and sitting next to Ron.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?!?" Harry exploded, startling Ron.

"What are you-"

"Malfoy showed me the pictures. WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING?" Ron's face turned redder than a stop sign. Hermione gasped slightly.

"Harry we didn't mean... I mean we didn't think-" he tried to explain.

"No shit you didn't think!"

"Harry I'm really sorry. But I was angry at you and I just..." Hermione said.

"How could you? You are my girlfriend and best friend. Or should I say ex friend and girlfriend." Harry said, getting up and leaving.

"He was really mad." Hermione said to Ron, five minutes after Harry had left.

"I know, maybe we should stop seeing each other."

"I don't know. I feel bad, but I don't think I want to go back to Harry."

"You have to talk to him, you know." Ron said, reaching for the pumpkin juice.

"I know I do. I will, I promise." Hermione took a bite of a pasty. She got up and left to go find Harry. When she got to the common room Harry was in there sitting in front of the fire.

"Harry listen-" Hermione sat down and Harry glared at her, cutting her off.

"I don't want to listen. Hermione, how could you? I thought we had something." Harry turned and stared into the fire once again. He sounds very stereotypical, I must say. Hermione thought.

"We did, but Ron came along. I'm sorry Harry, I really am..."

"Ron came along?? Bullshit." Harry had now risen to his feet and was moving towards Hermione.

"Harry-"

"Ron has been here all your life. Now he just came along?" Hermione was now backing up into a wall.

"I'm sorry I-"

"Stop fucking saying sorry!" Harry said, slamming Hermione hard into the wall.

"Harry stop!" Hermione said but Harry didn't pause for a second.

"Don't ever do that again!" He said, hurting Hermione more on every second word.

"Stop, please!!" Hermione screamed, tears streaming down her face. Just then the Fat Lady opened and Ron came in. He saw Hermione and grabbed Harry, throwing him to the ground.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HER AGAIN!" Ron shouted at Harry. Hermione slumped down the wall onto the floor. "Hermione, are you alright?" She nodded a meek yes, but with tears running down her pale face she wasn't very convincing. Harry got up.

"She deserved every minute of that. She fucking cheated on me with you!" Harry spat at Ron, who immediately punched Harry square in the jaw. He fell to the ground and Ron went over to Hermione. He picked her up and took her out of the common room, trying to calm her.
A/N- Alright, it took me a long long time to update but I have been busy!!! Oh yeah, I changed my settings so that anonymous (sp?) reviews are accepted. Anywho... I am now at the end of what I had previously written, and I need to write more. So be patient!!! Thanks again to my loyal reviewers.