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Ron Weasley examined his face in the mirror. He looked at the left side then at the right. How could Hermione have chosen Neville over him? Neville of all people! Ron put his hand in his pocket to pull out a tissue and felt the sweet his brothers had sent to him. He slowly pulled it out and looked at it. The sweet was small and green. Something that small surely couldn't cause any trouble. He decided to pop the sweet in his mouth quickly before Harry came out. Ron didn't want to have to share. It wasn't like Harry needed any help getting a girlfriend he's already been out with Cho. But poor Ron had been single since he came to Hogwarts. Well no more, this sweet would change all that. Ron would have to fight the girls off and perhaps Hermione would notice him. Ron smiled to himself and waited for the sweet to have its effect.
Hermione was hiding inside the girl's bedroom of Gryffindor. How could she have been so stupid? Harry had been jealous he just hadn't wanted to show it in front of her. All she needed to do was to carry on with the plan. Sooner or later Harry would tell her how he felt. He had to, she knew it. For the moment however she was avoiding Neville. She laughed when she thought back to asking Neville out. The poor boy had been so nervous and surprised that he's actually fainted. Hermione should have expected it, after all Neville was quite prone to fainting. Still Neville was a nice enough boy and Hermione could have made a far worse choice. At least with Neville she knew he wouldn't run out on her. Hermione felt a pang of guilt at what she was doing. It wasn't really fair to use Neville the way she was. Still at least for the moment it seemed to be making Neville happy. She just wasn't looking forward to dumping him. But she would cross that bridge when she came to it. For now she would concentrate on doing her herbology homework. There was nothing quite like a good piece of homework to clam her down.
Neville Longbottom strode proudly into the Gryffindor common room. He couldn't believe that he was actually going out with Hermione. It had all come as such a shock. He'd been sat in library desperately trying to do his potions homework, when Hermione had walked up to him and asked him. But now he had her, Neville knew he had to keep her. Neville's confidence wasn't that high at the best of times but at the moment it was soaring. He looked around the common room desperate to seek out Angelina. And as per usual she was sat by the fire planning out Quiddich matches. He boldly walked up. "Angelina I was wondering if I could have a word." She looked Neville up and down and didn't seem that impressed by what she saw. "Make it quick Longbottom I've got an important match to plan out." Neville stood for a second planning out what he was going to say. "Actually it's about the match that I've come. I heard you're looking for another player." At this Angelina suddenly looked up. She again assessed Neville. "Yes we are. Why, are you thinking of applying." Neville grinned "Yes, yes I am."
Ron screamed what had he done. Harry who had been sat on the toilet contemplating the meaning of life rushed out, hastily doing his trousers up. "What is it? What's wrong? Is there a cave troll? Voldermort? Snape? Hermione?" Harry looked around the toilets, while he hastly did up his trousers. No that hadn't been the problem there was only him and Ron. He looked again at Ron. There was something different about him, something strange. Ron slowly turned round and Harry gasped at what he saw.