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Chapter Eleven:

Hermione's POV-

"Ron, please, wait…" Tears were streaming down my face. My one true love was walking out of my life. I grabbed his hand as he started to leave. He turned around. His eyes were soft, a look of sorrow and pain was on his face. He slowly shook his head, and pushed my hand away. Then, he left. "Ron…" I call out, desperately.

My eyes started to open. 'It was just a dream.' Ever since the night Malfoy kissed me, I've been having these dreams. I feel so guilty when I'm around him. I don't like keeping things from him, but this would really hurt him. Reluctantly I drag myself out of bed, change for the day, and head down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

My palms start to sweat as I walk towards Gryffindor table. I could feel a gaze from the Slytherin table, but I ignored it. Right before I reached the table, I put on the 'I'm find, there's nothing wrong' mask I had worn for the past week.

"Hey guys, what's going on?" I ask, as I slip into the seat next to Ginny.

"Oh, um…nothing, Hermione," Ron said. "Just, uh, talking about the upcoming Quidditch game against Ravenclaw.

Clearly, Ron was hiding something. I gave Harry a puzzled look, which he just shrugged off. For the rest of breakfast the three went back to talking about the game.

At the end of the meal the bell rang, signaling that classes started in ten minutes. Harry, Ron, and I gathered out books and headed off to History of Magic. As we were walking, Ron subtly reached for my hand. At the contact, I stiffened slightly. His affection made me feel even more guilty. I tried to distract myself.

"So, how much did you guys study for the test?" The problem was, it wasn't working.

"Well, Hermione, you know we had practice late last night, and…" Harry said.

"I rolled my eyes and was about to give them yet another lecture about neglecting their studies, but we reached the classroom.

Wee took our usual seats, and immediately Neville passed out our tests. I was almost done with the essay when Malfoy tried to get my attention.

"Psst…"

I glanced at Ron, but he was concentrated on a question. I didn't want to draw attention, so I pretended to not hear it. Unfortunately, Malfoy was persistent.

"Psst…" It was louder this time.

I turned around and hissed in an annoyed voice, "What?" Before I could get an answer, another voice interrupted.

"Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy. What's going on here?"

I turned around to see Professor Flitwick walking over to my desk. "Professor, I…"

"Well, maybe you should tell me what happened in a 750 word essay. You both will be expected to hand this in the day you serve your detention."

I gasped; I've never had detention before in my life. I looked to Ron, and just got a confused look. I put my head on my table, and groaned. Suddenly, I didn't feel so good.

Ron's POV-

As Harry and I headed down to the Pitch for practice, my thoughts wandered to what happened in Flitwick's class.

"Can you believe Hermione got detention?" I said to Harry. I laughed at the thought. As much as I love Hermione, it was just funny. She was the good girl who always followed the rules, well except when she's with us.

"No," Harry said. He grinned, too. He also thought the whole situation was a good laugh.

"Why was she talking to Malfoy, anyway?" I asked.

"I don't know. He was probably being a bloody git as usual." Harry looked to the ground; he had an inkling why Malfoy was talking to Hermione.

My thoughts quickly fled my mind as we reached the pitch. The sun was shining and the air was crisp. 'Perfect conditions for Quidditch,' I thought. Harry and I changed into our practice robes. When the rest of the team was changed, we all took our positions and started our usual drills.

An hour and a half later, Harry blew his whistle and signaled for us to gather in the center of the field.

"Okay guys, good practice. We're not going to have practice on Friday, because of Hermione's surprise party. Are you all coming?" I glanced around, and everyone nodded their head. "Great! We'll practice hard next week, and I don't see why we shouldn't beat Hufflepuff. Alright, bring it in." Harry put his hand out, and all of our hands quickly covered his. "One, Two, Three…"

"Gryffindor!" we roared, throwing our hands down.

As Harry and I headed back to Gryffindor Tower, we went over everything for Hermione's party for the hundredth time.

"Well this will be an interesting party," Harry said. "You know how Hermione hates surprises."

I give a little laugh, and nod my head. 'This will be an interesting party indeed…'

A/N: I am so sorry it took me soo long to update. I am now out of school, so I should be updating more regularly now. Please R&R, because this story will probably be coming to an end soon, and I want motivation to finish it. I wasn't very happy with this chapter, but I thought you deserved an update, so again, please let me know what you think.