A/N:Hello!

evilmathteacher: On the second, I was mad b/c 1:veronica stole my fanfiction book

2: anna stole my fanfiction book

3: i didnt eat and was cranky

4: i was tired

5: For h.w. i am supposed to do this while you read thing, and i made pictures of the wringer in my mind... the pictures still haven't gone away.

6:other reasons that i wouldn't share with anyone if my life depended on it

Aly: hope you're doing better and that everything is ok.

hannah: once again, i, not you, have uploaded this you friggin fartbutt

everyone else...: thanx for the reviews and support. im sorry that i was not able to upload the halloween chapter... i write what i feel. if im mad, i take it out on fanfiction. if im frolicky, you see it here. i express my feelings through characters, and if im lazy, so are they (in other wods, i was feeling lazy on halloween, and didnt write ANYTHING!!!) now enjoy this chapter,

sincerely,

BEKA

The next few hours were like staring at a door. We both sat silently, doing hour homework. Or at least pretending to do our homework. She finished, and thankfully, went up to her room without saying a word. I waited a few minutes, (in case she came back down) then packed his things and went to his room. Viktor was asleep, so I did not wake him. I wondered if he knew about the night before, and if we had actually done anything. I also wondered if Hermione had moved on, or if she was still in love with Viktor. I changed and got into bed. I couldn't sleep. I found myself thinking about Hermione and Ron. About how lately, they hadn't been talking to me unless I was in trouble. This made me mad. It made me feel as if I had been separated socially, as if I had been isolated. And it wasn't just Hermione and Ron, it was everyone. I began to realize that when I tried to tell people about things, important things, they either didn't understand, or ignored me. I thought, and thought, and only one person I knew actually understood me. My new teacher. She was about my height; she always wore her hair up, and was always smiling. She made me smile... always, even if I was so bloody mad that I could kill. She always said hi in the halls, asked if I was alright. Of course, I always replied yes. I didn't know if it was out of fear, or confusion, but I always replied yes. I fell asleep thinking, as I normally did if I couldn't sleep.
When I awoke, it was around 3 a.m. I went to the bathroom. On the way back, I heard a noise coming from the common room. I went to investigate and realized they were voices. I peeked around the corner, to find Hermione and Ron sitting before the fire. They were curled up, with hot chocolate. Hermione was giggling, she never giggled. It was obvious, yet puzzling. Hermione and Ron were together, but was he the rebound guy or was he more than that? And if Hermione really was over Krum, why was she so hard on me? Why did They keep their being together a secret, not even telling their best friends? "WHY?!?!?!?" I thought (and also wanted to shout). "WHY WON'T ANYONE LISTEN!?!?!??!" Without notice, I tripped on a book, and fell. Ron looked over. Luckily, he didn't see me. Just to be safe, I ran back into my room and pretended to sleep. After a while, I fell asleep.
When I woke up for the second time, I found Ron sleeping in his bed. I got dressed and went down to breakfast. I took my normal seat next to Hermione. Of course, she was already reading The Daily Prophet. She had been there for a while, because her plate was clean, except for a smidgeon of toast. "Hello Harry." she said normally. How in the world could she be acting normal?? This led me to think that they had been going out for a while. Maybe the reason she broke up with Krum was to be with Ron. I kept quiet. Ron walked in, and took his seat next to me. There were only a few explanations for this, 1: I was dreaming last night, 2: They were both great actors, 3: All of this was normal, and they both kept secrets very well, or 4: They had been going out for so long, that I didn't notice their behavior changes. But the point is that they were going out and didn't tell me. I would certainly be O.K. with it if they had told me from the start. We agreed on a NO secret policy. About fifteen minutes had passed since Ron came in, Hermione and Ron had been talking the whole time. " 'Arry, are you alright?" Ron asked. "Yeah Ron, I'm fine... why do you ask?" I replied. "Well," he began, "I just thought you were being awful quiet... so I was making sure everything was alright." Me, being quiet? Me? He was the one who couldn't tell me he and Hermione were together, he was the quiet one.

-"I was just thinking, is that a bloody crime??" I replied angrily.

-"Well, I guess not., but I was only trying to--"

- " JUST SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP, OK!!!!!" I shouted

-"Harry! what is wrong with you?? He was just asking if you were alright!! You act like you've got P.M.S. or something!" Hermione retorted with a lot of anger in her voice.