Hey! I love this new Quick Edit thing! I can add little ntoes when I forget to! Haha! This chapter is mostly dialogue so it's really not too descrptive. Sorry! Here it goes!


"And remember, don't tell Ron, ok?"

"Don't worry, I won't. I don't want to listen to another three months worth of complaining about Victor." The two girls laughed remember the Yule Ball.

"He really doesn't like Victor, does he?"

"Not one bit!" replied Ginny. "But that's only because he wanted to go to the ball with y—" Ginny stopped talking in an instant. "Oops! Ron's going to kill me for that! Oh great..."

"I was right." Hermione thought to herself. "He did want to go with me." She smiled to herself.

There was a knock at the door. "Hermione? Ginny? Mum said dinner's ready. Oh, and Harry's just arrived."

"Ok, Ron, we're coming." Ginny stood up and went to the door. "Please don't tell Ron what I said about the ball, ok?"

"Said what?" Hermione asked jokingly.

Ginny smiled, "Good."

Minutes later Hermione and Ginny were downstairs greeting Harry. The meal began. Soon enough Percy left, followed by Mrs. And then Mr. Weasley. Only, the twins, Ginny, and the trio remained. They began to freely chatter about their summers, and what they were expecting for the next year. "So Hermione," asked Harry as he dished more food onto his plate. "How was everything at Victors?"

Hermione stopped eating suddenly; he eyes shot over at Harry. Ron dropped his fork with a loud clatter and then picked it up hoping it appeared to be an accident. "It was, um, good. The area he lived in was beautiful."

"Oh, that's good to hear. So who do you think will be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" asked Harry quickly, trying to get off the subject.

"Hermione, I didn't know you went to visit Victor. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Oh I didn't? I could have sworn I—"

"No. In fact, you haven't even mentioned him."

"Oh, well it's no big deal." She said, turning back to her food.

"No big deal? Hermione, why didn't you tell me?"

"Ron I don't see why it's such a problem!"

"Hermione, you aren't," Ron paused, a look of horror on his face. "Dating him are you?"

"Well, actually I—"

"WHAT?" shouted Ron. "And you never told me?!"

"Ron, I thought you'd be mad."

"Or jealous."

"SHUT UP GEORGE! Hermione, I can't believe you're dating him!" Their argument continued; no end was in sight. The others slowly left the room, leaving the other two at it. Ron and Hermione took no notice.

"You're just jealous because I went to the ball with him and not you!" Oh shoot, why did I say that? Why did I say that?

"What? Where'd you..." Ron was shocked. Had he been that obvious? Did she really know how he... He frantically began to search for a decent comeback.

"You know Ron, if you would have stopped for one minute, just one, and let me finish what I was saying, you would have heard me say that I was dating him as in I use to! And the truth is, I broke up with him for—" Hermione put her hand to her mouth, realizing what she had almost told Ron.

Ron, however, wished she had continued. "For what, Hermione?" he ask softly.

"Oh—well nothing, really."

Ron gave her a suspicious look. "For no reason?" Hermione's mouth opened and shut. What could she say?

"I—um—I'm going to bed. Goodnight!" Hermione bounded up the stairs.

I hope you liked it! Trust me, it'll get better. I just had to get all of this dialogue up so the rest of the story can happen. Please review and tell me what you think! Also, please, please, PLEEEEASE check out my one shot I Can't Lose You, Not Like This. Thanks again for reading! I hope to see you next time! Bye!