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Common Room Chaos

Hermione didn't leave the bathrooms that night. She stayed as uncomfortable as possible, because she knew that if she slept she would dream. She dreamt every night now, always the same…

She saw them in the distance, laughing and smiling. She ran to catch them, smiled at them as she came up alongside them. But they stopped laughing. They glared at her. They glared with such hatred in their eyes that they were not the friends she knew, but angry strangers with malice as their ally. She asked them what was wrong.

"What do you think?" they replied shortly. "We're obviously not good enough, so…" They both put their wands to their heads and a harsh voice said "Avada Kedavra!"

Hermione sat bolt upright, screaming. She looked around and saw she was still in the bathroom. She cursed herself for falling asleep and got up to splash some cold water on her face. She surveyed herself in the mirror. She looked terrible, she knew, but there wasn't any point in changing that. Sighing, she returned to the common room slowly. She mumbled the password and went over to her favorite chair by the fire. She started as she heard a voice.

"Hermione?" It was Lavender. She came and crouched next to Hermione. "Are you okay?"

Hermione shook her head. "I told Harry last night – was it last night? What time is it?"

"3 am."

"Well, I told Harry last night, but – how can I tell Ron?"

"There's no need." Lavender smiled at her.

"What, you mean just don't tell him and suddenly disappear? I couldn't do that to him."

"No, I mean… I told him for you."

"You WHAT!?" Hermione leapt to her feet.

"He knows. I knew it would be hard for you to tell him, so I did it."

Hermione turned and took a few steps away from her. She then turned back to Lavender. Anger was written all over her face. It was so evident that Lavender panicked and turned to run up the staircase. Hermione, however, muttered something and Lavender went flying into a wall instead. She was held there by a spell and Hermione walked over to face her.

"You told Ron that I am leaving and that I will never even remember him?" she asked, her voice quavering with rage. Lavender nodded meekly. WHAM! Hermione dealt her a savage uppercut. Lavender cried out. Hermione followed on by slapping Lavender across the face so hard it left a mark. She released the spell and Lavender fell to the floor. Hermione grabbed Lavender by the scruff of the neck and pulled her to her feet. While Lavender tried to regain stability, Hermione stood back a step or two and punched her in the face.

"You stupid BITCH!!!" screamed Hermione.

"I thought I was helping!" gasped Lavender.

"When you said it to me it certainly didn't sound like it," said a deeper voice. Both girls looked around.

"Ron?" He started walking down the remaining stairs. "How long were you there?"

"The whole time. I thought you had sent her to ask me, Hermione, and I was really upset, obviously. But now that I've found you didn't…" He glared at Lavender. She backed away, but when she found herself with her back to the wall, she whimpered. Ron picked her up and held her by her throat above his head. Lavender gasped desperately for air, her hands waving wildly, trying to bat away Ron's hands. He threw her across the room, her head hit a table, and she fell to the floor unconscious. After calming himself down a bit, he sat Hermione down on the couch.

"Why didn't you tell us?" he asked with tears in his eyes.

"I didn't want to hurt you, and I didn't know how I could tell either of you. Especially you, Ron. I love you so much, and it hurts that I have to do this. I don't want to lose you."

"So it's true?" Ron said quietly.

She nodded sadly. "But you know I don't want to Ron. Don't you?"

"Yes, I do. But that doesn't stop it from hurting."

Hermione rested her head on Ron's chest, listening to his heart. It was at a normal enough rate for the situation.

"Can you think of any way for me to stay?"

"No," he said sadly. "I think we're just going to have to spend the remaining time together as well as we can."

"What would you suggest we do now?"

Hermione suddenly felt Ron's heart rate increase. She looked up at him, curious as to why this was. He was chewing his lip, a sure sign he was contemplating whether to say something or not.

"What is it, Ron?"

"Well, I just thought… but you wouldn't want to… would you?"

"Ron," Hermione said soothingly. "Just say it."

He took a deep breath. "Will you have sex with me?"

Hermione was slightly taken aback at this question, but she recovered quickly. She pushed him down further onto the couch with a reassuring smile, and began.