Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

A/n: I know…I know…another short chapter…don't kill me…please…

Chapter Five

Hermione was nervously adding ingredients to her potion. She was so…jumpy today. Which was odd, because usually she wasn't. But then again, it might have been because Harry was standing five feet away from her, and she was focusing more on him and her plan than her potion. And right now, she focusing on the area right above his head.

"What, Miss Granger, are you doing?" A cold voice asked behind her.

She spun around. "I'm sorry professor, but you see I was-"

"Looking at Potter? Daydreaming about him?" You could definitely see that Snape was enjoying this. Hermione gulped, and shut her eyes when Harry turned around, glaring at her, but question in his eyes.

"No. I was simply…looking at the board…"

"The board, Miss Granger, is up there." Snape pointed to the board, which happened to be in the opposite direction. Hermione felt hot, and she knew she was blushing.

"Sir, I wasn't looking at Harry. I was just looking…"

Snape cut her off. "Stop this lying. You were looking at Harry. You will be serving detention tonight. And Potter you will join her."

"What? But I haven't…." Harry, said outraged.

"You were the object she was admiring. It was your fault that Granger got out of line."

"BUT SIR…" Harry and Hermione started.

"Make that another night," Snape said with a scowl on his face. Before he went to go torment another student, he turned back to Hermione.

"Really Granger…Potter…I thought Longbottom was bad. I guess even Potter can be a decent person…when he wants to be…I think he's out of your league." And he left a blushing Hermione and angry Harry.

"What the hell was that about?" Harry asked angrily.

"How the fuck should I know?" Hermione asked right back.

She turned around and got back to her potion. She was an idiot sometimes.

"You know, I don't know what your problem is…"

But Hermione wasn't listening. As if in a trance, she walked over to her seat, grabbed her bag, and slowly exited the classroom.

"Miss Granger! MISS GRANGER!" Snape called, coming over to the door. But Hermione was gone.

Snape went back over to Harry, anger in his step.

"Make that another nights' detention, Potter."

HGHGHGHGHGHGHGH

Hermione was in the common room, her bag at her feet, staring intently at the fire. She was replaying all that had happened. Sighing she sat back.

She had been silent and nervous, thinking about Harry and her plan, pissing off Snape, not finishing her potion, and walking out in the middle of class, and getting two nights of detention. All in one day.

She closed her eyes for a moment, relishing in the warmth of the fire, before she heard footsteps behind her.

"Hermione?"

"Oh good gods, Harry. Leave me alone." Hermione groaned.

"Not until you tell me what happened back there." Harry said.

"It's none of your business. Leave." Hermione said forcefully.

Harry came around and sat next to her. "Hermione -"

"You wanna know why I'm acting like this? You wanna know why I'm doing all this stuff? You wanna know why I'm acting like such a slut?"

Harry looked at her for a few moments, not saying anything. His green eyes pierced into her. She looked away.

"Yea, Hermione. I want to know." He said without blinking.

Hermione sighed. "I just…miss it."

Harry looked at her, confused. "Miss what?"

Hermione stood up. "Us. How we used to be so close. I miss it. All of it. The fights. The laughs."

Harry got up. "Hermione…"

"Stop, Harry. Stop. I can't deal with this anymore. It's my fault that it happened. If I had just been there, then maybe I could have…"

"It wasn't your fault, Hermione. It never was. It never will be." Harry said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

But Hermione shrugged it off. "Harry…"

"No, Hermione. You stop. It wasn't your fault. Don't blame yourself…"

Hermione spun around, tears in her eyes. "Harry…it's my fault. It's my fault that Ron is dead."