A/N: If you notice the similarity between this chapter and an episode of Friends back in 1992, it's because that's where my idea originated.

Chapter Three Summary: After a heated row in the common room, Hermione breaks down into tears and confession ensues.

Disclaimer: I don't any characters etc. etc.

You had no right to tell me that

"Why did you go whinging to Hagrid, eh?" Ron yelled, his face turning the same colour as his hair.

"E-excuse me?" Hermione stuttered, not moving form her chair.

"You heard me!"

With that, Hermione got to her feet, shaking with anger, her eyes filled with tears.

"No, you listen Ron! I had every right to go to speak to Hagrid! You and Harry have been treating me like a disease all day! What did I do? Tell me!" Hermione shouted.

All the first and second years gathered in the common room sensed that the argument was not going to be over quickly and headed for their dormitories, their eyebrows raised, whispering frantically.

"We have been treating you like a disease?"

"Yes! And I know why! You're jealous, Ron, so jealous!"

"You know what? I'm not jealous! Not in the slightest because I'm over you!" Ron shouted, without even thinking. He stopped speaking immediately and Hermione gasped.

"Y-your over me?" Hermione whispered.

"Well, um..."

"When were you....?"

"Well," said Ron, taking a seat in an armchair, "I've sort of.....just...you know, had feelings for....you...."

Hermione held her hand to her mouth and didn't speak for several seconds. There is no way Ron just said that, she thought to herself. This is not happening.

"Hermione, Krum's owl is at your window!"

Hermione looked over to the staircase where Lavender was hovering, oblivious to the heated argument which had just taken place. Using Lavender as an excuse, Hermione turned and sprinted to the dormitory, not even looking at Ron.

Dear Hermione,

I am feeling pain that you are sad. I wish I was being there to tell Ron and Harry what I am thinking of them. They make me feel very anger.

It is being the Christmas holidays after the weekend. I am wanting you to visit me and be away from Ron and Harry if they are making you upset.

Please write to me very soon,. I am wanting to know if you are feeling good now. Please write.

best wishes,

Viktor

Dear Viktor,

I don't think you should worry at all about my well being. Ron, Harry and I are working it out.

And yes, I would love to visit you at the beginning of the holidays. Please send arrangements in your next letter.

It is very late now, I must get to bed.

All my love,

Hermione

xxx