Author's Note: Ha. I had a sometime today so I thought, "Why not write a little story for those lonely people out in Fan Fiction world?" L. No, really, I was bored and slightly inspired. I don't think that there is any really big news pertaining to the story or my life. I am so sorry that it has taken this long to upload a revised chapter I am working on Chapter 5 I swear but its just really slow. Reviews make me want to keep going just remember that.

Re-cap of Chapter 3:

"Hermione, I don't get you sometimes. You really push my buttons," he matched leaning in so that even if he couldn't be loud he could still be menacing.

"If I bother you so much then why would you take me out?"

"I don't know."

"I'm leaving!" She stood up, slammed the chair backwards, snatched her purse, and stormed out of the restaurant.

"Hermione! Come back here... Ooofff... Excuse me ma'am. I didn't mean to ... oh sorry sir." Ron hurried after her but was too late. She probably already got a cab back to the school. Damn. Why did I get so pissed off?

Chapter 4 notes:

This chapter is meant to take place at the same time as Hermione and Ron's date. Chapter 5 will take off from where this leaves off and the two "stories" will intertwine. Nifty. Huh? So here it goes -

Chapter 4:

Lauren andAlma were left on the cold gray stairs as they watched their two best friends happily walk away.

"She is so lucky,"Alma began," I wonder if she even knows how great of a man Ron is?"

"I bet she does"

"Really? I know she loves him but really, does she know how great he is?"

"What are you getting at?"

"Remember last year, right after I moved here, when Jared and I broke up?"

"Yeah. The Muggle from the US. Right? Alma, just get to the point," Lauren knew that something was wrong but she couldn't put her finger on it and knowing Alma it was big or she wouldn't have said anything.

"Well, I was really upset and I needed someone to talk to and I hadn't really met anyone yet and you were off ogling Justin. Heh." How the hell am I going to tell her this? Well maybe if I just pause long enough she'll forget.

"Alma Maritza! Just go on already otherwise I'll think that you two slept together or something,"

Alma'sface was pale, any color that had once been there was gone.

"Oh, Merlin. Oh, Merlin. What the hell were you thinking?!?!"

"Shhhhh... Hold it down,"Alma managed to choke out. "I was in a really bad place. It was before they were official. I needed someone and he was there and it just kind of happened. I loved him and I thought that maybe if we slept together he would love me too and I wasn't exactly even looking for that. I just wanted something. I was really hurting. You have to believe me that it was be for Hermione."

"Oh my gosh," Lauren said pausing and holding each word out as long as possible. "Do you have any idea what it is that you did?"

"What was that?"

"You broke the first commandment of best friends. Thou shalt not hold secrets. You practically fucking wrote them. How the hell could you do that? Let alone, not tell me?!?"

"I have tried so many times. But you have to abide by commandment two!"

"I have class. I do not need to be reminded."

"Say it"

"Best Friend's Commandment number two. Any secret that that is shared with you stays with you." And with that the two friends pinky swore.

"I am not happy about this. I will keep your secret, but this will be a major riff in our friendship. I have to go. Oh, and until I say different we are NOT talking."

Shewas left utterly in awe. How could she do this to me? What the hell am I going to do. Drink. Drink? Yeah, like you used to. Before Hogwarts. No I went through Rehab. I am done. Rehab is for quitters. I am not a quitter.

She wandered down the halls and corridors until she saw it. The humped witch statue.

She tapped it. "Dissendium," she muttered. One quick hall check, a jump and she was down the hump's opening. She landed after a brief fall. "ooofff...Lumos," she told the darkness.

"I am just going for a walk. I just need to get out of the castle. Nothing more," she told herself as she walked in her wand's light among the darkness.

"I have got to sing something. I can't handle the fucking silence! Hmmm.

Hello six pack of confidence
Been so many nights since we first met
Glad to see you've brought all your friends
For another night of plastic cup politics

Hello Mr. Six Pack of confidence
I'm glad to see you've already met
Ms. Twelve ounces of loneliness
And Mr. Plastic cup politics
I see you're under the influence
Of warm beer and the comfort of all your friends
And I see that Mr. Loud Mouth has had his 40 ounce
And will pass out
I have no doubt
So drop your plastic cups and clear our clouded heads

I keep asking myself if they realize
That their fears are really just the same as mine
Do they know all their insecurities
Are the same ones that are inside of me
As people come and go
Do they know they're really not alone?
And the life of the party just left
I guess I couldn't cure his emptiness
Like all the rest
So drop your plastic cups and clear your clouded heads

Here we are, another wasted night
And I am right along the side
Of forty sets of bloodshot eyes
And plastic smiles miles wide
Match plastic cups we'll leave behind

It's just another night of plastic cup politics
So drop your empty cups and clear your clouded heads," she sang as she walked. On the last few lines she closed her eyes to get some real volume into it as she went into the air guitair riff. "God, I love Less Than Jake!," she nearly screamed.

"I'm not God, but thanks for confusing us"

Alma screeched as she opened her eyes to the voice in front of her. It had platinum blonde hair, cool gray eyes that almost seemed to glow and a killer body.

"Whoa. Calm down," he said as he stepped out of the shadow into her light. "I could hear you singing, if that's even what you would call it, for the past few minutes. What was that anyways?"

"It was one of my favorite songs; Plastic Cup Politics by Less Than Jake. You really scared me. What are you doing down here anyways?"

"I am head boy. I can go wherever I please. So the more prominent question is; why are you here, Ms. Morgan?"

"For your information I am... I am... hey...You didn't answer my question"

"I'll take that as a you are in a tunnel late at night for a "walk" and so, as far as you need to know, I am too."

"Fine. I'm just going to leave it because I don't want to talk about it." I REALLY don't want to talk about it

Look at her sweat. She's just as nervous as I am except well I have my Malfoy charm so I can keep cool in all situations. Maybe... "So would you like to join me at the pub or are you on your way back to the castle?" Please say "Draco, take me now"

"Ummm... Yeah.. sure that would be great." Oh my Merlin, He just said that, right?

Close enough He extended his arm, "Shall we?"

As she moved her arm towards his she dug her thumb nail into the side of her index finger. Oww. Okay. I'm not dreaming. And then there was contact. A warm chill went up both spines What was that? I wonder if she felt it, too?

THE END- .

Author's Ending Notes:

I Really do love Plastic Cup Politics! Major Props the awesome guys in Less Than Jake!! You all should check them out. Also, I am really sorry that I haven't updated enough lately. I really have been putting a lot of thought into this but I just haven't had a lot of time.

NOTES 2 REVIEWERS:

Sappjody: Thank you so much for reading my story and taking the time to review. Its people like you who make writing worthwhile.

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