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A/N: Ok thanks to all my wonderful reviewers, Devil's poodle, druggo-frog, wandira and everyone else who took the time to tell me what you thought. You guys are the best. Anyway here we go!

That Saturday, Hermione sat at a small round table in the corner of the three broomsticks. It was a Beautiful day, it kind of reminded her of a Post card. The Snow was falling lightly and everybody was hurrying through the streets with their cloaks and scarves pulled tightly around them. The bell above the door to the pub rang softly and Hermione looked up to see Matt glancing around until he found her. He smiled and shuffled through the crowded room so he could take the seat opposite her.

"Hey, you made it!" she exclaimed.

"Of course I did, how could I pass up a Butter beer and great company? What could possibly be better?" he asked, smiling at her. Hermione smiled back, but couldn't think of anything to say, so they sat in an awkward silence until Matt spoke up.

"Look, I hope you don't mind me asking, but did you talk to the counsellor yet?" Matt looked concerned. Hermione's smile faded and she looked down at her boots again.

"I, um, well, you see, I was going to, but…" Hermione racked her brain for a decent excuse.

"Hermione, you said you would!"

"I know, I know. But I just couldn't. Although, if you're still interested, could I maybe talk to you about it?" She asked sheepishly.

"Of course Mione! Any time you want to talk just tell me!" Hermione was a little stunned that he had used her nickname, but she smiled in appreciation.

"Thanks. I really need that." More silence.

"So are you going to tell me or not?" Matt asked.

"Uh, I guess…" Hermione took a deep breath and launched into her story.

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"Wow!" Matt was stunned into silence. "Mione I am soo sorry! I had no idea."

"Of course you didn't, how could you? And please don't be sorry, it's not like it's your fault."

"Yeah, I know, but it feels like it is." Matt took a long gulp of Butter beer and set down his mug.

"Do you want something more to drink?" He asked hoarsely. Hermione nodded and Matt walked off. Hermione shook her head. What if she had made the wrong decision? He might hate her for it, or tell people or tease her about it. After all, she still didn't know him very well, so why had she trusted him and no one else?

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Two weeks later, Matt still hadn't talked to her. Hermione was well and truly regretting her decision to tell him. Back at Hogsmeade they had awkwardly sculled their Butter beers and separated to spend the rest of the day with their other friends. And now it was too different to even say a friendly hello in the corridors.

Perhaps she should talk to him. That could work. But what would she say? Nothing came to mind. Maybe that was why he hadn't come to talk to her, he couldn't think of anything else to say either. That made sense. Just then a note landed on the desk in front of her and Hermione was brought back to the reality of her Transfiguration class. She smoothed out the note to read Ron's messy handwriting.

Hey Mione, we know your secret, why didn't you just tell us? Meet us at the library at lunch k?

-Harry & Ron

Uh oh, she thought.

A/N: and that's it please Review!