SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"I have some go-well no I guess I just have some bad news Hermione.." Ron said

sitting down on the couch beside her. Hermione sighed crossing her arms over a large

pillow, she stared at the wooden floor in the of the Burrow tiredly.

"What now?" she asked quietly, lately she just hadn't been herself, Ron had been

informed about the scene that happened at the dorm, but no one else but him and Harry

knew besides herself and Oliver. Hermione had left the dorm that night, her and Harry

apparated to the Burrow and Ron and his dad went to get her stuff this morning,

Hermione had asked if they needed her help but they said she didn't look too well. After

the fight, Hermione decided to stay at the Burrow for the week.

"Well, please don't hit me because I tried to tell dad..but you know how big of a

Quidditch freak he is, and how much he loves the team..."

"Out with it Ronald please." Hermione sighed.

"Well, um Oliver was at your flat and Dad asked what he was doing for Christmas

dinner, he said nothing, and before I could say anything Dad invited him here for

Christmas Dinner." Ron said quickly, he gulped as Hermione turned a bit red in the face

in anger.

"Its not anyone's fault Ron, don't worry I'm not mad at you. That bloody wanker

Oliver could have said "I'm going to go screw myself in a corner" because that would

have been totally believable and then he could leave me the hell enough alone." she said

quietly yet coldly. Ron blinked but gave her shoulder a quick squeeze.

"Hermione I went and got someone from your parents house.." said a voice from

the door, Hermione looked up to see Harry in the doorway to the living room, holding

onto a ball of orange fluff.

"Crookshanks!!!" she said happily running over to Harry and taking the cat into

her arms, she missed him terribly while she was at school, but the rules strictly said no

pets other then owls in case students were allergic. She smiled as the cat purred happily

and licked her cheek with its rough tongue. "Thanks Harry" she said giving him a friendly

kiss on the cheek of thanks.

"No problem, I thought you could probably use some cheering up." He shrugged,

he wiped the lip-gloss off his cheek with an odd look on his face. Hermione laughed

quietly sitting back on the couch with the fluffy cat, she certainly felt better.

"Thanks guys, I'm going to need all the cheering up I can get after what's-his-

name gets here." She said. Harry pulled sat on the chair opposite to the couch, leaning

forwards in his seat like he usually did when he had something important to say.

"You know what he said wasn't true right Hermione? You didn't have us as

friends when you got amazing grades in the first year, you were always the talented witch

you are now even when you weren't friends with me and Ron. I mean even if you were

best friends with Pansy Parkinson and Blaze Zambini you'd still be extremely talented,

and where you are now. I mean seriously how could we have helped you become a

model? Unless I gave you hair tips or something in my sleep, I cant think of anyway." he

said. Ron nodded.

"I mean you were definitely put in tighter spots with us, because we are always

getting into trouble and stuff, but you would have learned how to defend yourself even if

you weren't with us when you had to. Oliver's just jealous, you've done more things then

he has, and you don't even gloat about it." Ron added.

Hermione scratched Crookshanks' head, the purring was vibrating her lap gently,

but she bit her lip as she thought about that.

"Thanks guys, I don't know if that's true but it sounds pretty close." She smiled.

They smiled back at her, happy to see her going back to her normal self.

"Hey that's what we're here for." Ron said.

"That and telling you when your sweater makes you look like a giant

marshmallow with brown hair..take now for instance..." Harry teased.

"There's nothing wrong with this sweater! You gave me this sweater you dolt!"

she laughed throwing the pillow at Harry which hit him square in the fac

Snowflakes fell down from the thick grey clouds in huge white fluffs, the ground

was covered with inches of the fluffy white snow flecked with grey footprints of random

people. Hermione watched them fall slowly to the ground from the window, she wasn't

excited for Christmas Dinner tonight, but there was no avoiding it.

Hermione crossed her arms, she had let Ginny do her hair in a elegant half

ponytail and was wearing the pretty black dress Ginny had also gotten her for Christmas.

She had to admit she looked rather pretty, everyone else looked great tonight too, she

figured this was probably the only time she'd be able to wear it for Ginny so she had let

the stubbornly persistent red head chose her wardrobe.

Harry prodded her in the ribs gently, she jumped a little and glared at both Harry

and Ron when she turned around. "You two are truly evil" she smirked.

"We do what we can." they both echoed. Hermione smiled at the two, Harry

looked rather sharp in a black button up shirt with green detailing on the buttons and the

collar that brought out the colour of his eyes, he wore casual sandblasted jeans that were

topped off with his usually untamable black hair.

Ron looked just as nice with a brown shirt with three holes where brown cord

cris- crossed at the neck of his shirt, and black trousers with a black and silver belt. On

his wrist was the silver watch Hermione got him for Christmas which was sparkling in

the light.

"You two look nice." She said with a small smile.

"Right back at you.." Ron said letting out a whistle, Hermione smacked him on

the arm, Harry coughed in a way that sounded miraculously like Diva.' But Hermione

just shot him another glare.

"Even though that was an odd way of saying I look nice too I'll say thanks

because I'm a nice person."

Ron opened his mouth but Hermione shot him a death look and he closed it. They

all turned as they heard two people enter the room, Ginny was escorting a rather quiet

looking Oliver into the room.

Hermione stalked out of the room, running upstairs, no matter how strong

Hermione was it was clear she didn't want to be in the same room with Oliver. Oliver

watched her go over his shoulder and leaned against the doorframe.

"She still upset I'm assuming?" he said quietly. Ron, Harry and Ginny looked at

him coldly.

"Can you honestly blame her?" Ginny asked crossing her arms angrily. Oliver

shrugged.

"I don't know." he said emotionlessly, Ginny raised her hand in anger, tempted to

slap him herself but she took a deep breath and dropped it.

"How can you be so heartless?" she asked before running upstairs to check on

Hermione leaving Oliver, Ron and Harry with an awkward silence in the room.

Sorry about the shortness i was soo swamped with exams and stuff but hey now schools over so hopefully i'll be updating really soon!!