Disclaimer: The only things in this story that are mine are Kris, Stacey and Matt who's not in this chapter. The rest is all J.K.Rowling's.

A/N: I'm sorry that this chapter also took ages to get up, but I am really having trouble with writers block. However, I think I have at least the next to chapters planned out and they will be up ASAP. Enjoy!

Another week had gone by and she still hadn't forgiven him. She could not believe that he had said something like that to her. She was not being ridiculous.

Hermione was so annoyed that every little detail was pissing her off. She had had a terrible week. She had broken her razor in the shower on Monday, so her left leg had little patches of hair everywhere, then she had shampooed her hair before she realized she was out of conditioner, so her hair was beyond frizzy, it was gross, and now it was oily too because she still hadn't bought any, Everyone was mad at her for snapping and yelling at them for no particular reason, she was about 12 hours behind in sleep so she was late for all her morning classes, she had more homework than she ever thought possible, she was stressing about her upcoming exams, it was that time of month, her skin was dry and flaky and her face was completely covered in pimples. Hermione was about to snap.

Harry and Ron weren't helping. Just as she had thought they would, they started to see Hermione in a different way, a new light even. And she didn't like it. It wasn't quite that they felt sorry for her, because they didn't know the real reason to, but it was too close for her liking. She kept up her plastic smile and blissfully happy act, but she didn't know how long she could make it last. Still, she couldn't let it go, or Harry and Ron would get even worse, and Hermione didn't think she could stand that.

Plus, to add to her problems, Harry had made her Promise that she wouldn't cut again, ever. Hermione was definitely not happy about it, but she promised anyway because she knew it was best for her. But that meant that she no longer had her only release for her anger and sadness. She had taken to smashing things against the wall in her Dormitory, and then magically clearing up the mess, but she was getting sick of replacing the pieces of her Chandelier.

She had been wondering if they had boxing bags in the wizarding world, it was something she had never really thought of. She decided to check the next time she went to Hogsmeade; boxing would be an effective, healthy release for her pain. Until then Hermione had taken to pummeling her pillow.

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That Saturday Hermione was still in a shitty mood and didn't yet trust herself to be civil around people, so she stayed in her dormitory finishing up all her Homework and Assignments. By 1:00 she was concentrating so hard on her Transfiguration reading that she didn't even see Kris-the exchange student from Japan- walk in.

"Hey Hermione!" Kris said brightly. Hermione jumped 2 feet in the air and fell off the bed. Slowly picking herself up she looked up at Kris.

"Oh, Hey. What's up?"

"You mean apart from the ceiling?" Kris laughed. She had a nice laugh, not a giggle, but not anything too loud or crazy, it was very genuine and it matched her warm smile. Hermione smiled.

"Yes, apart from the ceiling, what can I do for you?"

"We're having a massive party in the common room tonight, you wanna come?"

"Um, well I don't know if I should, I haven't really been myself lately and I'm a fair bit behind in my sleeping patterns…"

"Come on Hermione it'll be fun. It starts at Midnight, so even if you only stay for like, an hour you'll still have time for about 5 hours sleep. Pretty please?" Kris used her puppy dog eyes on her and Hermione gave in.

"Alright, I will make an appearance, but I'll only stay for a little while."

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Hermione spent the rest of the Afternoon lying on her bed looking up at the roof. At first she thought about what had happened to her, but then she stopped and forced herself to think of happier things. So, she thought of the party that night, it did sound fun, she had to admit, but she had no idea why she'd agreed to go. She'd been given no real reason to say yes. She had taken an instant liking to Kris, she couldn't really explain it, even to herself in her head, but there had been something about her that made you want to be friends with her and hang out with her and get to know her better. Hermione figured that the party tonight would be as good a place as any. At about 8:30 Parvati and Lavender came back from Dinner, and soon after that Kris and Stacey followed and started picking out outfits for the five of them.

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A mere 3 and a half hours later, Hermione was standing awkwardly in the crowded common room. She self-consciously adjusted her top and played with her jewellery. The outfit that Stacey had assembled for her was a little…revealing for her liking, to say the least. Hermione was wearing a very short black skirt, a black silky camisole top lined with lace that clung to her body, knee-high black boots that were more than a little hard to walk in, silver jewellery and lots and lots of make-up. Her friends had all told her over and over that she looked good, but she knew they were only trying to make her feel better.

"Hey Gorgeous." A deep voice said into her ear. Hermione jumped and her heart leapt. She was still paranoid about people coming up behind her. She turned around to look at a sixth year that she had never talked to or really taken any notice of.

"Um hi." Hermione said and yawned.

" You're looking hot tonight, you wanna come up to my room? It's empty." The guy, Hermione couldn't think of his name, but she was sure it started with T, raised his eyebrows invitingly. Hermione felt sick.

" Uh, no thanks I'll be fine down here." Hermione started to walk over to where Stacey and Kris were talking to some obnoxious guys that were always giving Neville a hard time. The sixth year caught her arm and pulled her back towards him with amazing force.

"Oh come on my bed will be cold and lonely all night, you wouldn't want that would you?" The guy didn't wait for a reply; he simply pushed her up the steps leading to the boy's dormitories.