A/N: Since I got HBP last night, (and read it all last night too…) I thought I should do something of a tribute…anyway, the book was…a bit under what I thought it would be…I did have a few good Hermione/Ron moments, but alas! No Harry walking in on them passionately snogging. (Although, there is one instance where we can't be sure if they were snogging or not…I'm going to hope for the best!) Plus the book for the first time EVER left us with a cliffhanger, so its going to be a long wait for HP 7 to come out. A veeeeery long wait… Anyway, there was one moment in HBP which I thought I should take into my own hands, so I present:

One Could Get Angry…

I really do like him. I mean, really. Well, for the past six years, I've liked him as a friend, of course, but this has nothing to do with that. Of course, what could six years of a golden friendship have anything to do with this! This is not talking about friendship, or how many times I've pondered his strange behavior. This is about what's been going on in the past couple of minutes, and who knows? It could have been hours! The nerve of him!

Ronald Weasley is the world's biggest PRAT!

There, I said it, and it's true. He is the world's biggest prat. Just because he did well on one quidditch match is no reason to inflate his head that much. I had at least, hoped he would be grateful towards me, because if not for me, he wouldn't even be on the quidditch team this year. But NO! Let's forget Hermione, and pretend she doesn't have feelings!

I should have expected this. After all he is, "the most insensitive wart I ever met" and he has "an emotional range of a teaspoon". If I really think about it, there's no cause to blame him, since he has no feelings whatsoever and can't understand how another person may be feeling, and how another person may be feeling about him.

I take that back. He does have one feeling; jealousy. As shown in our fourth year when Krum had taken to me. In truth, I didn't really like Krum, it was just that for the first time in four years, someone had noticed I was a girl. Someone had liked me. I didn't understand why he would be so jealous until this year, when I noticed he got particularly annoyed whenever I talked to Harry alone.

Now, really, Krum is one thing, but Harry is another. What that prat fails to see is that Harry and I are just friends. After all, I didn't go around getting jealous when he was going out with Cho. To tell the truth, I didn't really like Cho, I always thought her a bit full of herself and quite a crybaby, but I certainly wasn't going to say that in front of Harry. I even helped him out with girl problems, without the blink of an eyelash. I can say I was happy when he broke up with Cho. Not for my own interests, but because Cho was turning into quite a git.

But Ron is an entirely different matter. I mean, I had been planning on apologizing for what I had said earlier, about having luck for all those saves. I had been planning on congratulating him on a game well done and telling him he's the best Keeper I had ever seen.

Of course, I had not expected what I saw.

Betrayal, that's what.

Yes, betrayal. Betrayal to me! After all, he had been jealous over me for two whole years! If I mentioned Krum, he still cringed in the memory and started steaming in anger. But he had completely forgotten me. Forgotten me, to go snog a bimbo who not only is on the rebound from Seamus, but also, a bimbo who started liking him when he became the friend of "the Chosen One."

A bimbo, by the name of Lavender.

So, anyone can imagine, how I felt when I was making my way across the common room to talk to him, and he's wrapped in the arms of a girl with no more brains that can be fit into a shot glass.

At first, I started, not daring to believe what I was seeing. Unpopular Ron was being snogged by one of the most popular witches in our year! I stood there like an idiot, shaking, the blood boiling in me, thinking of all sorts of hexes and curses I could throw at them in an instant.

One could get angry if they saw a certain wizard they liked being snogged by another girl who at the moment, they wished they could hit with a good curse.

But the anger subsided, and I felt the tears come. I knew that if he saw me with a tear stained face it would not be good. I resisted to put a hex on them, and did the only thing a sensible girl would do, I fled out the portrait hole.

I could kill Lavender, I really could. And I know about fifteen ways to do it. And that doesn't even count all the muggle ways. I don't know if I could follow through with it, but I certainly want to. And a chainsaw sounds like a really painful way to go. I couldn't kill anyone, even Lavender, but thinking about it seems to take the pain away temporarily.

I don't know how I'm going to be able to sleep in my dormitory tonight. I might accidentally hex Lavender so she isn't pretty enough to snog. I mean, just a year ago, they were asking me if I wanted to go out with Ron. And I suppose she thinks she can take my place as the one who wants to snog Ron? Ha! I'll certainly make sure she won't get away with it.

I don't know when I decided I did want to snog Ron. Perhaps it was tonight when I discovered someone had beaten me to it. All I know is, for the past few months, I have discovered that I enjoyed Ron's company much more than usual. I noticed I make excuses to be around him, I just wanted to be around him. I also seemed to have noticed that he has gotten…hot. I mean, besides how tall he's gotten, he's gotten muscles from all that quidditch training. That red hair of his makes him twice as sexy, and not to mention, he has nice lips.

I suppose, I never really noticed until tonight that all I wanted was me wrapped in those muscular arms, instead of a bimbo who I will certainly never speak to again.

Ron is a hypocrite. A big, fat, hypocrite. Yeah, I'm not allowed to be around any guys without him going bezerk, but he can snog Lavender RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, and he expects me to have no problem with it.

I am never going to forgive him. Never. And that goes twice for Lavender. Keeping this anger is enough to keep me from crying and feeling sorry for myself. But, a part of me, the part that has not been corrupted in hate, wants me to forgive him. I mean really, why should I care who he's been snogging? After all, I'm just an ugly bookworm who only…unusual…guys fall for. Why should I care that he's been snogging her? So forgive him? Of course! And Lavender too! And why not Voldemort while I'm at it?

My hands shake with fury. I pick up my wand and conjure the first thing that comes to mind; birds. Birds with sharp beaks, than can peck out those unseeing eyes of his!

I mean, one could get angry, if they had witnessed what I had.

I should write to Mrs. Weasley, I really should. Oh, that would show him! It would show him how angry I was, how serious I am! If I have to corner him and hold him at wand point, telling him that I will curse him into oblivion if I ever see him with Lavender again, I certainly will.

I don't care if I'm jealous. I don't care if I'm playing Ron's game. He crossed the line when he snogged her, and he knows it. I can't imagine why he would; he never showed interest in her before. I just it's because a girl ran up to him and willingly admitted she would snog him. What, am I going to find them in bed next? I think if that happened, I would just have to kill her.

I wonder if I had tried her approach, he would snog the same to me. I can't help but think, that if I had just shown a bit more compassion towards him, maybe even started giving him not-so-subtle hints, that maybe, it would be me he was snogging in there now.

The logical action would be to give up, to realize it's a lost cause. But I can't. I still can't get the vision of them snogging out of my head. It's like a nightmare, it just keeps coming back, to haunt me. To taunt and jeer at me. It's like it wants to rub in the fact that I lost. Well, I may have lost, but I certainly won't let that stand in my way. No matter what, I will not allow Ronald Weasley to get away with this!

The door opens and Harry walks in, staring at me with incredulity. What? He expected me to have a horde of weapons in here ready to use on Ron, did he?

"Oh, hello, Harry." I said in a brittle voice. It is hard to talk with that on my mind. I look up at those birds. "I was just practicing."

He still stares at me. I expect he thinks I'll go mad and attack him too. "Yeah…they're—er—really good…" he says.

Yes, really good. I suppose he saw me flee the common room. Well, it doesn't matter. HE should at least tell Ron how terrible I feel, so maybe he'd break up with that bimbo. I don't care if he doesn't want me, but I wouldn't feel this bad if he was back to being single.

"Ron seems to be enjoying the celebrations." I say, in an unnaturally high voice.

He looks a bit surprised at first, like he had not expected me to say that. But by his look, he must have realized that there was no way I could not have noticed Ron. He genuinely looks sorry for me. Well, I don't want anyone else to feel sorry for me but myself.

He looks uncomfortable. "Er…does he?"

At least he's trying not to make it worse for my sake. At least Harry isn't as dense as a certain friend of his that I could mention. But all this is making me madder. "Don't pretend you didn't see him." I say coldly. "He wasn't exactly hiding it, was—?"

The door burst open. I see Ron, and for one wild moment, I expect him to figure out why I was so mad, and to come and comfort me. And assure me that Lavender had forced him into it and he had cursed her and completely pushed her away, horrified by her antics. To come in and tell me I was the only one for him.

But no. He is laughing. And he's holding someone else's hand. He pulls through the door the last person I wanted to see. That bimbo. Lavender.

He notices me and Harry. "Oh," Just like that. "Oh," like he thought we were in here snogging. Well, listen here you git, if you haven't noticed, Harry is halfway across the room from me, who is sitting here on the verge of tears on your account!

"Oops." says Lavender. Giggling. GIGGLING! Like it was all a big joke! Oh, I suppose you think it's funny when you've ruined a girls happiness, isn't it, Lavender? She backs out of the room, and shuts the door behind her. Thank god. I was ready to hit her with a curse or two.

There was along silence. Ron refuses to look at me. Of course he does. After all, isn't he guilty that he just broke my heart? He should be, after all, it takes a lot to get me to get this angry, and he just did the one thing that could get me on the verge of hexing half the people in the common room.

He looked over at Harry and in a voice that sounds awkward, yet trying to keep his cool, says, "Hi, Harry, wondered where you got to!"

"Hi, Harry, wondered where you got to?" I half expected him to again get down on his knees and beg for my forgiveness when he saw how much pain he had caused me, but he has to pretend he doesn't feel guilty first!

I slide off the desk where I had been sitting. The birds still fly around my head, giving me quite an odd look. But I don't care. I had never been madder with Ronald Weasley, but I still couldn't curse him.

"You shouldn't leave Lavender waiting outside." I say quietly, masking my feelings. "She'll wonder where you've gone."

I walk towards the door, intent on heading towards a bathroom or wherever to vent out my anger or perhaps have a good cry. My anger was a by-product of my sadness. Though I felt like cursing someone, in reality, I felt like this because I knew I could burst into tears at any moment. I mean, I had asked Ron to the Christmas party. He said he wanted to go with me, but that was before this happened…

I notice Harry glaring at Ron. At least someone else thinks he's as big of a prat as I said he was. I want to scream, I want to yell, I want to cry, I want to get all my emotions out now. But I can't. Just…not now…

But…when I think of him, snogging Lavender. Knowing he only wants me to get out of here so he can snog her some more. Thinking back on how he hadn't even really liked her until she wanted to snog him, all my anger builds up in me again. He deserves pain for this…pain he caused me.

Before I know what I am doing, I yell, "Oppugno!" I had spun around, pointing my wand at Ron, and those birds are speeding like bullets toward the great prat. He yelps and covers his face with his hands, but they are attacking pecking and clawing at every bit of him they could reach.

"Gerremoffme!" he yells, trying to escape from the birds.

I take a deep breath and with one last look of vindictive fury, I wrench open the door and disappear through it. A sob escapes me as I run towards one of the bathrooms. As I open the door, I collapse on to the floor, and burst into tears.

One could get angry if a certain prat didn't care that they were crying on his account.

But one could alsobe sad if they learned the man they loved didn't love them in return.

A/N: How was it? Sad, I know. But I'm thinking of maybe putting up another chapter, this time a bit more happy. Tell me if you want another chapter.

And on another note, ones who have read my HP work will notice that I was formerly a Harry/Luna shipper. But…alas…it was not meant to be…so anyway, I have to admit defeat, and all my stuff will have to be Harry/Ginny. (But that leaves a problem, WHO is Luna going to get with?)