Disclaimer: Once again, and as always, I must admit that I do not own anything that deals with the original Harry Potter characters. All that I own is the plot and that isn't really saying much.

A/N: I am sorry for the wait, not that anyone has been reading this. And I am sorry for this crap that I have been giving out.

Here I am... again! Hogwarts, the best school of witchcraft and wizardry there is. I know there are those who might not agree with me, but I don't really care. At least I feel safe in calling this my home away from home.

Look at all these excited first years that are following Ron and me to Hagrid. They all look as happy and scared at the same time. Note to self: Be sure and try to make some of these students less scared by befriending them. Perhaps I can talk Ginny into helping me ease their uneasiness.

After all the first years left, Ron and I hurried to the stagecoach that Harry and Ginny had saved for us. Oh, they make such a cute couple, even if they're not ready to admit it yet. You can see it in the way they act and how they look at each other.

"It's about time, you two," Harry smiled as Ron and I entered the coach.

"Yeah, Harry and I weren't sure if either of you were going to make it on time," said Ginny excitedly. Ron sat next to Harry as I sat next to Ginny.

"You two are so dramatic, I swear," said Ron, looking at his younger sister.

"I do what I can," sighed Ginny, placing the back of her right hand on her forehead and pretending to faint onto my shoulder. Harry and I laughed as Ron just rolled his eyes.

"Sisters," he sighed.

"Oh, come on Ronniekins," I said, leaning across the coach and pinching his cheek. "No need to be all sour about it." He playfully smacked my hand away and smiled.

"Stop it," he said, rubbing the spot on his cheek that I had just pinched. "You know I can't stand it when people do that." I giggled. Wow. Ron is kind of cute when he's angry. Oops. Did I just think that?

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"Oh, great!" I exclaimed excitedly, looking down at my plate. "I'm starving!" I looked up to see that Harry, Ron, and Ginny had already started eating.

"So, how was your summer, Hermione?" asked Neville, who was sitting across from me and next to Harry.

"Mine was surprisingly less busy than last summer," I replied. "I didn't expect to finish my homework after the first week. I thought it might take the usual two weeks. So I had sort of an extra week to goof off. So I used that time to read ahead and finish most of the books required for this years classes."

"Does the word 'overachiever' mean anything to you?" Ginny asked from next to me. I scowled. But I didn't bother answering her. I know she just likes giving me a hard time whenever she can.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ooh, yay. I am so glad that I am lying down on my bed. Even though the rest of the dinner had passed pleasantly, I couldn't help but think of my parents. I hoped they weren't still angry at each other with what they had said earlier today. I don't want to go home to a broken home after the school year.

Tears caught in my throat. Stop it, Hermione. Stop, stop, stop! Stop it right now! Don't think like that. Your parents are doing just fine. There is no reason for you to be thinking anything of the sort.

I looked up at the ceiling. Why couldn't my parents just grow up? Don't get me wrong, I love my parents. I would do anything for them. But sometimes I think they act even more childish than sometimes Ron and Harry do, which is very rare for anyone to do. This time, I allowed the tears to flow freely.

"You're being stupid, 'Mione," I whispered to myself. Don't cry, don't cry. I repeated this over and over again for several more minutes in my head.

"Hermione?" Oh crud. Ginny's awake. "Hermione, are you crying?" What can I say? She's caught me.

"It's no matter," I choked out. I heard her climb out of her bed and cross over to mine. I rolled over on my side and she sat down.

"Come on, Hermione, tell me what's wrong," she said.

"Oh, Ginny," I said. I sat up and told her the whole sorted tale. I didn't want to tell her, but I just couldn't help myself. The words came tumbling out and before I knew it, she knew everything that had happened.

"Oh, 'Mione," she sighed, hugging me. "I'm so sorry. I'm sure it'll all be alright in the end."

"I sure do hope so," I said, wiping the tears from my eyes. "I seriously do hope that you're right."

2nd A/N: Okay, there you are. The second chapter of this crap-fest is now up. I don't think anyone will really like this, but here it is.