Nine times out of ten our hearts just get dissolved.

Well I just want a better place or just a better way to fall.

But one time out of ten, everything is perfect for us all.

- Modest Mouse

Geez I love that band...

Never fear- I'm back! Sorry for the slightly longer than usual wait- I've had a lot of things on my mind lately, and generally, when I'm stressed out or just plain feeling icky (I don't like the word "depressed" because I really don't get "depressed", I think it's more of the feeling when you've woken up and the sky is gray and you start thinking about all your faults... That feeling) I can't write. But finally I managed to write this little chapter for you guys, and I hope you like it!

Argh, I go back to school in ONE WEEK. Can you believe it? Before then, I must: 1. write my newspaper article (due on Friday), 2. Find the stupid book I need for summer reading which seems to disappear from bookstores everywhere, 3. Find my cousin a wedding gift (by SATURDAY), 4. Make up a packet of paperwork and suggestions for red cross work (due in a week)... and I'm sure there's more that I just can't think of.

But, thankfully, happy things pulled me out of my writer's block. I'm getting a new ao dai made- It's absolutely fantabulous! We're picking it up from the seamstress on Wednesday...

Oh and I saw my cousin's movie on Friday! GO SEE IT. I don't know what towns it's going to next, but it's called Sprits (or Oan Hon, if you want to use the Vietnamese title), and it's a ghost story. He did a fantastic job writing it and directing it, if I do say so myself. And I met all the actors at the reception! Cool stuff. My only gripe about it: I've been terrified and unable to sleep anytime before dawn for the past two nights (I kid you not). And that's even with the fact that I know where the set was built and have met all the actors. Yes, my evil cousin Victor. As a result, I'm a little tired, not to mention jumpy. But if you want to check out his movie, go to It'll be showing at Camera 12 in San Jose, CA for the next two weeks, so go check it out if you happen to live here. There's a website, but it won't let me post it up here. Grumbles... um... well lets spell it out then. WWW (dot) Spiritsthemovie (dot) com. Easy enough.

I'm tempted to continue rambling on, but I know I must be boring the heck out of all of you. Let's just end this long rant with what's been bothering me after seeing the movie- IT SUCKS TO HAVE SUCH TALENTED FAMILY MEMBERS.

I swear. And I won't even go into detail about the other 31 cousins who are three million times more successful than I ever will be.

Okay! So now I will thank my reviewers and all will be well!

Emily T- Ahaha, we all love Trelawney, don't we? Yeah, I agree, it is a rather disturbing mental image when you think of Hermione and Krum... Ick. Anyways, glad you're liking this and I hope this chapter satisfies you as well!

JamieBell- Haha, you're so weird. Really. Anyway, I'm glad you're liking this! Here the story get's more complicated, with TRELAWNEY. Hooray for psychotic diviners! And of course, hooray for Hermione/Ron fluffiness! And hooray for Margaret, who is my super cool reviewer! Anyways, thanks for everything. Hope you like this!

Leoking- Gee golly, what a long review! I'm excited, I really am! Haha, I loved your review; yay, I have a reviewer in shining armor! Hah to all those writers who don't. I'm taking your advice (or trying to) and laying off a bit on the slang. I just felt that it was appropriate for the most chaotic moments, lol. Thank you for your praise; I'm blushing, really. It's so flattering! Anyway, hope you had fun at your family party and have fun reading this!

Kingmaker- Haha, yes, Hermione is going a bit crazy, and adding more Trelawney just makes it all the more fun! Anyways, glad you're liking this; I love Neville too. The poor boy may suffer some more in this story; I'm still deciding on that. Anyways, here is the new chapter, and I hope you like it! (Try to read it without creating all those double entendres, okay?)

Poky- Lol, I love Sugarcult too! Anyways, glad you're liking this. Have fun with this chapter!

SnakeEyesHannah- I'm so glad you like this story! And yay, you thought it was funny! Anyways, there is more fun to be had. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Death Immortalis- Thanks for the formatting tip! I'll try to keep that in mind... Haha, I'm so flattered that this is your favorite R/Hr story thus far- Hope I don't disappoint you!

Tru Lys- Why yes, if you stopped reviewing I would indeed sink into a deep depression and sit in bed all day, emptying multiple containers of cookie dough ice cream while listening to horrid Vietnamese music. Anyways, hope you like this chapter, and I'll try to wake up your sister.

Many thanks also to: BrownPryde, cherryblossom08, Chantal J, harryandginnyforever, Zayne, Mara152 and Tweek's Panda for your very kind reviews! Thank you so much for your support!

Now you're allowed to read =D!

Sibyll Trelawney looked up, dazed. She had just been running down the hall, intent on chasing down a third year student whom she was certain was possessed by evil spirits of some sort or was about to befall great misfortune and die a lonely and painful death- she wasn't sure which yet. The child (poor, misguided thing) had tried to escape her and because of her naturally benevolent nature (which she certainly prided herself on), Sibyll had chased after the boy, risking her own safety as she barreled her way through the halls without looking out for obstacles.

Namely, the students mulling about as they came out of class.

So here she found herself, sprawled out on the floor with some clumsy student's belongings scattered about, the possessed third-year sprinting off into the distance. Just as she thought this, the clumsy student lifted her head, revealing an irritated, familiar expression.

Immediately, all thoughts of the possessed third-year left her mind. The girl resembled (could it be?) that Granger girl, and it was a far more important task to make this one stubborn girl understand exactly what fate had in store for her. Evil spirits could be exorcised later.

As Professor Trelawney picked herself up, all the while mumbling excitedly under her breath, Hermione pulled herself into a sitting position, looking around in dismay at the mess created by her unexpected fall.

What kind of an inconsiderate person would just run into her like that? Hermione fumed, looking up as she opened her mouth ready to berate the rude individual.

Professor Trelawney.

Hermione froze, closing her mouth again as she stared. Of all the people Trelawney had to knock down in the hallway, it just had to be her.

Now, Hermione wasn't one to believe in mystical spirits or any nonsense of the sort, but honestly, if there was such a thing as luck, hers this week was absolutely terrible!

Perhaps she should've taken a tip from the other girls and read her horoscope in the newspaper.

She shook off that thought, quickly looking down and turning her face slightly in the hopes that the woman wouldn't recognize her. Perhaps she'd just stand up, start chasing down otherworldly creatures and all would be well again.

"Um... Hermione, you alright there?"

She dared not lift her face to answer Harry's question.

Any moment now... that bat would leave her alone.

She could hear the boys shifting nervously from foot to foot.

"Is she crying?" Ron hissed worriedly.

Despite her urge to look him in the eye and snap, "Of course not!" indignantly, Hermione kept her face turned downwards as she shook her head, hoping they'd understand. She couldn't speak- she wished she could tell them this- for fear that Trelawney would recognize her voice.

"I think she is!" Ron hissed, sounding a little panicky.

She smirked to herself. Neither of those boys really knew how to deal with what they termed as "emotional females". Really, it was rather endearing.

Harry must have whispered something back, for the next thing she knew, both boys were on their knees, picking up her scattered belongings. Ron came closer, shoving books, pieces of parchment and quills into the book bag next to her.

Apparently trying to comfort his "distraught" friend, he held out the book bag for her, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder as he soothed, "Oh it's okay, 'Mione. We've gotten everything picked up. You're not hurt are you?"

It was that anxious tone that really made her look up and give him a small smile. "I'm fine," she told him. No matter how horrid this whole situation, the boys were still so sweet! Her smile broadened as Harry shuffled over, cradling several books and quills in his arms. Ron pulled her in for a hug as he was still convinced that she had been crying (rather awkwardly- he wasn't the greatest at all this comforting business).

That hug was her undoing.

Apparently, through this whole exchange, Trelawney had been watching, trying to get a proper glimpse of the girl's face. When she turned to hug Ron, however, sudden realization dawned on the Divination professor.

The Weasley boy!

It was almost too perfect.

Here those two were together, obviously fated to spend the rest of their lives in one another's arms, and she had fallen right before them, an angel to guide them into their loving bliss. Actually, she was rather partial to that image. Sibyll Trelawney- resident guardian of all Hogwarts students in need of romantic guidance.

"Ms. Granger!" she gushed, rushing over as a shocked Hermione quickly drew away from Ron, blushing.

"Good afternoon, Professor," she managed to finally say, scooting away from a puzzled Ron as she reddened considerably.

Without further ado, Trelawney reached over and pulled- much to Hermione's mortification- both Hermione and Ron into a crushing hug, bringing the two as close together as possible.

This was, quite possibly, the strangest situation Hermione had ever found herself in. Who would've ever thought she'd be this close and cuddly with her most despised teacher ever? The mere idea would've been laughable- that is, if she hadn't been quite so mortified.

Thankfully, neither Ron nor Harry quite understood what was going on, Ron in particular. He simply gaped, wide-eyed at his professor, convinced that the woman had been so touched by an earlier homework assignment (in which he drew out the details of his grueling and extremely violent death involving three bloodthirsty hippogriffs and a fall from the North Tower) that she had come to personally thank him.

So, of course, he was quite shocked when Trelawney opened her mouth and exclaimed, while looking at Hermione, "Your beloved is here with you! Now admit your undying love to him and let him sweep you off your feet and gallop down the halls with you in his arms!"

Hermione paled, letting out a horrified squeak.

Ron's eyes widened even further as his ears turned red.

Harry started coughing violently, dropping all of Hermione's belongings onto the floor again.

And throughout all of this, Trelawney had stepped back, looking down at the two mortified students (who immediately began scooting away from each other) expectantly. She gazed down at them with an overly fond expression on her face, which invariably caused Hermione to twitch nervously.

Unfortunately for our favorite couple, before either of them could recover enough to vocally protest, Trelawney had continued with her well-meaning matchmaking attempts. "Well?" she asked impatiently, "Why don't you just snog each other silly here and now?"

The mere suggestion, as well as the fact that Trelawney had actually used the word "snog" combined to turn the mortified Hermione and Ron both very red. Hermione looked over at Ron with an outraged expression, opening and closing her mouth silently as she struggled to say something.

"Well," Trelawney sighed, observing her with an air of extreme patience, "Close enough dear, but you really have to lean in more."

If possible, the two reddened even more, both looking so shocked that they seemed on the verge of fainting.

Throughout all of this, Harry had been watching with a mixture of confusion and amusement. But at Trelawney's suggestion to the unfortunate Hermione and Ron, he began chuckling, unable to stop himself.

Immediately, two heads- one frizzy and one bright red (from the face to the hair)- whirled around, shooting him the most severe glares they could muster. Fearing for his life, (after all, Hermione had been known to turn rather violent at times- why look at her knitting needle episode from the night before!) Harry wisely shut his mouth, putting on what he hoped was a more serious expression.

"I... I..."

All eyes turned to Hermione, who sat rigid on the floor, apparently trying incredibly hard to speak.

"I don't!" She finally burst out, shaking her head frantically.

A bit of a disappointment, coming from a usually exceedingly articulate girl, but really, she was going through quite a day. Actually, if you wanted to be more specific, she was going through quite a week, and with the sudden appearance of Trelawney, it didn't look like it was going to get better anytime soon.

All eyes continued to stare at her blankly.

Oh really, did they have to be this slow?

Blushing again, Hermione sighed gratefully for the fact that the hall was clear of any other curious students. Thankfully, after the last class of the day, most cleared the halls immediately, rushing off to do more interesting things. Taking a deep breath, she tried again. "I don't, I mean, I really don't, I mean it's not true!" she sputtered. "I don't fancy Ron!"

Ron remained immobilized, still red as ever, his eyes widening slightly.

Harry raised an eyebrow dubiously, but dared not question an enraged Hermione.

Trelawney, however, wasn't as well accustomed to the girl's violent streak and therefore, found no danger in coaxing the girl further. "Come, my dear. You needn't deny what you already know in your heart," she chastised, emphasizing the word 'heart' to a sickening extent, "Why, just the other moment, you were quite close to lavishing your affections on the boy!"

Hermione fumed. The evil woman was out to trap her, she was sure of it! Why, imagine even insinuating such an untrue thing. Trelawney was undoubtedly crazy. She? Hermione Granger, trying to kiss Ronald Weasley? Absurd, absolutely absurd.

Of course, this was the moment that her inner voice decided to pipe in. "Absurd?" it chortled disbelievingly. "Don't be stupid. You know that you'd just love to place your lips over his, whispering softly your confessions of affection-"

No, no, no!

She wasn't going to listen to that darned voice- not now, not ever! Listening to it had created trouble for her previously, and obviously, if she were to listen to it now, she would most certainly-

"Snog him silly?" her inner voice finished for her in a suggestive tone.

Her inner voice had obviously read one too many tawdry romance novels, Hermione concluded. The ridiculous thing was trying to turn her life into a torrid, passionate romance and it was being assisted by an insane fraud of a diviner.

And Hermione Granger would NOT stand for any of this. Her life had been perfectly satisfactory up to this point, her reputation flawless, and her ability to reason, why, that had been her most prized characteristic. She would not let the rampant hormones of teenage hormones assault her and turn her into some make-up slathered airhead, skipping down the halls in skimpy clothing and cooing seductively after her best friend.

The mere thought was disturbing enough.

And besides, she really didn't fancy Ron at all. Not a bit. She was quite fond of him, yes, but only in that purely platonic way. Like a brother!

She made a face. No, definitely not like a brother (that was disgusting and quite disturbing), but still, just as a friend.

Or so she tried desperately to convince herself.

"Hermione," Ron's shaky voice broke into her thoughts and she turned, reddening even further. "Hermione," he continued, and he realized that he was looking at Trelawney and not at her, "Wasn't trying to, err... lavish affection on me, I don't think."

Harry let out a loud cough that sounded suspiciously like a guffaw.

Hermione managed to smile weakly at Ron, although both were beet red and found it quite hard to look at each other without going through extreme embarrassment.

At least he had sided with her.

But of course, this wasn't enough for Trelawney.

Those silly students, trying not to admit their feelings when it was so apparent! She swooped down on them again (ignoring how both of them cringed in fright) and patted their heads caringly. "My dears," she cooed to the very suspicious duo, "You are obviously meant for each other."

Hermione wrinkled her nose in annoyance. First the woman mortified her terribly, and now she was petting her like some kind of dog. How splendid.

"The stars," Trelawney continued, her voice soft and soothing, "Are perfectly aligned as to guarantee a successful match between you two."

Oh really. Not this planetary hocus-pocus again. Hermione was really tiring of this nonsense.

"And I, as a seer, know that my task is to push you two in the right direction."

Hermione began to roll her eyes, but before she could, she became very aware of the fact that Trelawney's hand had found it's way to the back of her head and was now pushing her and Ron's heads together.

As their lips met rather uncomfortably, Hermione thought back to what the woman had just said and came to an ironic realization.

The push had been literal.