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Omigoodness, it's cold and I'm typing with gloves on (skills!). Today it was absolutely pouring; I've never seen rain like that before. Of course, being Californians, during class we were all pressed against the windows watching in awe as the teachers ran out to the parking lot, waded through the knee-deep water, and moved their cars. We were honestly so amused. It was pouring all day. Normally, I love the rain so much, but when I'm wearing a short plaid skirt and thin sweater? Not so much. I came into chemistry completely soaked from walking from my previous class (which, unfortunately for me, was in another building) and everyone was like, "What happened to you?!" because I probably looked like a wet cat. Or something. But I'm really excited about the weather change. I love fall weather; I love rain! And I really really want galoshes.

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Hermione mounted her broomstick tentatively, giving Harry, Ron, and Ginny a shaky smile that she hoped looked somewhat confident. "Well," she laughed nervously. "This should certainly be interesting."

Ron stared down at her rather dubiously-

Oh so you still doubt me?! She thought huffily, glaring up at a confused Ron.

-While Harry and Ginny grinned down at her like Cheshire cats.

Some friends, she thought miserably. They don't even care that I'm going to fall to a bloody and painful death.

She paused to imagine what could go wrong while she flew.

I'm going to fall down and land on a sharp rock that just happens to be sticking out of the ground, and blood will promptly rush out of the large gash on the side of my head, and I will suffer a concussion and severe blood loss.

Or the broom could go out of control and zoom me about, flinging me this way and that as I struggle to stay on, and then when it's flying erratically over the lake, it'll drop me in and I'll be dragged down by grindylows and I'll drown to death before anyone can reach me.

Or...

Her morbid thoughts were interrupted by Ginny's voice.

"Err, Hermione?" she asked, and Hermione looked up to see that she was now in the air, hovering next to Harry. "Are you ever going to come up?"

Hermione bristled, looking up at Harry and Ginny's identical amused grins. Really, they had the audacity to tease her in such a frightening situation!

Shooting Ginny a sharp look, she made a mental note to tease the girl relentlessly about Harry later. So what if she was resorting to Lavender-esque actions? Even if there was nothing going on between those two, Ginny deserved to be rankled and embarrassed.

And so with this rather bitter thought in mind, Hermione took a deep breath and began to fly upwards.

Don't look down, don't look down, just don't look down...

She chanted to herself silently as she slowly (key word there: slowly) made her way up, gritting her teeth as she glared at the infuriatingly smiling Harry and Ginny.

"Hermione," Harry teased with a grin, "By the time you get up here, it'll be past curfew and Filch will have to come and drag you down."

Ginny burst into giggles.

Hermione shot Ginny an accusing glare. "You, you," she cried out. "How could you corrupt him? He wasn't nearly as sarcastic before he started spending time with you."

Ginny looked completely unfazed by this accusation. In fact, she burst into giggles again. "What?" she managed to squeak out. "Me? Corrupt dear Harry? Never!"

And she batted her eyelashes innocently.

Ten minutes later, an incensed Hermione finally made it up to where the others hovered. "See?" she said, holding up her chin (and trying very hard not to look down. "I told you I could do it."

"Yay Hermione!" Ginny did a victory dance on her broomstick, leaving a befuddled Hermione to wonder how in the world the girl could possibly let go of the broomstick without falling.

Absolutely amazing, she thought somewhat grudgingly.

However, when the others invited her to zoom about the field, she adamantly refused. "No," she responded vehemently, despite their assurances that it was "perfectly safe". "No. I'm not going to risk my life."

And so rather reluctantly, the other three flew off together, leaving Hermione to hover in her little spot all by herself. She was still terribly afraid of heights, and it was rather difficult to sit up there without wailing for help. However, she simply clutched the handle of the broom tightly, making sure not to look down. Instead, she amused herself by watching Harry, Ginny, and Ron fly about, swooping over the field with exhilarated whoops.

In fact... it wasn't all as unbearable as she thought it would've been. Yes, she was clutching her broomstick for dear life. Yes, a million different worst-case scenarios were rushing through her head. But still...

It was nice to be outdoors.

Not that she would ever really admit it, but being up in the air like this, with the sun shining down on the grass as she watched her friends zoom about, it felt nicer than being in a dusty corner of the library with her nose stuck in some old book.

Not to mention the fact that those three-century-old tomes smelled horrible.

So, she admitted grudgingly, this was probably infinitely healthier than studying all the time.

Noticing his friend hovering all by her lonesome in the middle of the Quidditch field, Ron made his way over to where Hermione sat.

"Hey 'Mione," he greeted with a smile, stopping to hover right next to her.

She smiled back, thankful that someone had stopped by to talk to her.

Immediately, mini-Trelawney piped up.

Ooh... it taunted. Isn't this romantic!

She tried to shut it out as she talked to Ron.

"So, what do you think of flying?" he asked, trying to maintain a straight face even though a small grin crept onto his face.

She regarded the grin with a sigh. "Oh honestly," she huffed, clutching the broom's handle tighter. "You're as bad as Ginny and Harry."

"No!" he protested, the grin spreading over his face. "I would never tease you like that." He widened his eyes innocently, the expression rather reminiscent of one Miss Ginny Weasley.

Honestly, that family.

"Oh I'm sure," she responded sarcastically, rolling her eyes (yes, Ginny was quite a bad influence).

"Oh," he suddenly remarked, veering his broom a little closer to her.

Ooohhh... mini-Trelawney cooed.

"Look!"

Her fear of looking down was forgotten as she gazed down to where he was pointing and immediately gaped. "But what? What are they doing here?"

There, marching towards the field was the whole group of Gryffindors that had been seemingly stalking her.

And the frightening thing was that they were staring right at her and Ron.

"There's a lot of them," she squeaked out, watching the procession of (dear god) at least a dozen students.

"Ah," Ron replied in a puzzled voice as he scratched his head. "Our fan group, eh?"

"What are they planning?" she wondered aloud, turning to Ron.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Want to go down and see?"

She paused for a moment, but her curiosity got the best of her. "Alright," she responded, and together, they slowly flew down, Ron patiently matching her speed.

They landed on the Quidditch field, and Hermione let out a breath of relief as she felt the ground beneath her feet. She was safe.

But alas, had she only known that her newfound safety would not last for long.

For at that moment, the leader of the troop of Gryffindors (one Lavender Brown) marched over to her and dramatically waved her wand in the air.

"Your fate," she dramatically whispered in a very Trelawney-esque fashion.

Hermione and Ron stared, wondering what in the world she was up to.

In less than a second, they found out.

Gigantic wizarding pictures that moved, fluttering between the goal posts way up high, surrounded the Quidditch field. They were enormous, Hermione realized with horror, muggle movie screen enormous.

And they were all playing the same scene over and over and over and over...

It was the scene from the owlery. In the pictures, a shyly smiling Hermione leaned over and pecked a blushing Ron on the cheek repeatedly.

The band of merry Gryffindors quickly ran away before either Ron or Hermione recovered from the shock.

"Erm..." Ron stared at Hermione wide-eyed, his whole face bright red.

Hermione had a feeling that she had a similar look as well.

"Um..." she responded oh-so-eloquently.

They quickly turned away from each other in embarrassment.

Hermione bowed her head, trying desperately not to look up and see one of those horrible picture things.

Oh darling, you know you love those pictures, mini-Trelawney taunted. In fact, you love the boy in the pictures as well. Why don't you snog him here and now, hmm? Didn't that girl Lavender say that it was fate?

Oh sod off... she thought miserably, not caring at all that she was using improper language with her inner voice.

Just when she thought that she'd stand there in that unbearable awkward silence forever, she heard chuckles and a soft whoosh and realized that Harry and Ginny were coming down.

Oh dear.

Ginny landed first, softly settling on the grass beside Hermione.

"Hello you two," she giggled, covering a hand with her mouth as she glanced around at the giant pictures still moving above the Quidditch field. "Isn't that an interesting photo! I must say, Ron," she turned to wink at her brother, "Mum will love to have those in her photo album once you two are married."

Ron and Hermione simultaneously gave startled "eeps" of horror.

Ginny continued, undeterred. "Then she can say, 'Oh, they were so deeply in love, even when they were so young!' And she can place them next to your wedding pictures- Hermione, don't give me that look; I'm sure you'll look lovely- and show them to all of the visitors! Won't that be lovely!"

By this time, Harry had landed beside Ginny and was now seemingly dying of laughter. He was doubled over listening to her speak and laughing at her comments hysterically.

Personally, Hermione wanted to smack him over the head with her Potions textbook.

She simply settled for glaring at Ginny as menacingly as she could, even though her cheeks were bright red and she was trying very hard not to dash back to the Gryffindor dormitories and bury her face in her pillow.

This experience certainly was one of the most mortifying things she'd ever been through; well, besides being forced to kiss Ron by that insane Divination professor, that is.

Oh, just the mere thought of that day made her cheeks flare up even more.

Oh but you liked that kiss, didn't you?

Wonderful, her inner-voice had decided to comment on her tumultuous feelings.

You're just madly in love with the boy; admit it!

She ignored that.

Ron, beside her, had been standing rigidly still and turning quite red. All of a sudden, he seemed to snap as his eyes flickered up to the giant pictures of him and Hermione.

"I DON'T LIKE HER AT ALL, YOU LIARS!" he screamed to no one in particular in a panic.

And then, before anyone could even register what he had said, he had darted away, running back towards the castle and out of sight.

Harry and Ginny looked at Hermione, their smiles fading slightly as they watched the frenzied redheaded boy disappear from view.

And as Hermione's mind mulled over what her best friend had just shouted, she couldn't help but wonder why she suddenly felt quite sad.