A/N: it took so long. I wanted to wait until HBP was out until I updated. If there is anything in this chapter or furutre ones that sound like they're from HBP, they're not. I had this whole plot planned before HBP came out. By the way, am I supposed to be putting in a disclaimer? Please someone tell me if i am. this chapter is pretty boring, but it's a filler. I know I've said this before, but IT WILL GET BETTER. I promise. Then ext chapter will be much better. I want you guys to go read my other story. I will have the first chapter of it (so far i just have a prologue) up soon. I am not going to request that you review until the first chapter is up.

"Why?" Hermione asked, although she wasn't surprised. Malfoy, even though he had been slightly nicer since they started dating, was still just a prat in her opinion. She honestly had no idea what Ginny saw in him.
"Because of his and Ron's fight yesterday. When I agreed to go out with him, I said that I would only agree if he didn't fight with, or provoke Ron. I told him if he did I would break up with him. I guess he didn't want to go out with me that much, or he just didn't believe me. Either way, it's not good, so I broke up with him," she said as if discussing the weather.
"Oh, well, I guess it's for the best then, Gin," she said awkwardly. It was hard for her to feel sorry for her or anything because of her opinion of Malfoy.
"I guess," said Ginny sadly.
"Don't worry, Ginny. There are plenty of guys who want to go out with you. Don't get too upset over one of the, er, less worthy ones," Hermione said.

"What are you trying to say, Hermione? That Draco isn't good enough for me? I thought you, of all people, would be able to forgive him for his past rudeness! He was younger then, he didn't know better! That's how his father taught him! He never knew that it wasn't supposed to be like that. It isn't his fault! No one gets to choose their parents! He really isn't that bad if you just took the time to get to know him! He is really kind and sweet, but you have to trust him and he has to trust you. He only shows the nicer side of him to those he trusts. He can't risk letting the wrong people know he's NOT your typical Malfoy!" Ginny lectured then stormed off. Hermione, stunned by Ginny's performance simply stood in the corridor, completely dumbfounded.

"Hey, Hermione," said Harry from behind her.

"Oh! hi Harry." "Where's Ginny? I thought you came out here to talk to her," Harry said, walking beside her as they made their way up to Gryffindor tower.
"I did, but I accidentally said something that set her off and she started yelling and walked away," she replied.
"Oh. What was up with her anyway?"
"She and malfoy broke up because of the fight between him and Ron."
"Oh," he said, not sure what else to say. They didn't say anything the rest of their way to the common room and were then saying goodnight in front of the stairs leading up to their dorms.

"Well, goodnight, Harry," said Hermione.

"Night,' he replied as she began walking away. "Hermione, wait!"

"Yes, Harry?" she asked, walking back toward him.

"I just wanted to say thanks," he replied quietly.

"For what? I haven't done anything..."

"For just being there for me, Hermione. That's all," he said and went up to his dormitory, leaving Hermione, for the third time that day, unable to move and speechless.

Hermione's POV (four days later)

"exaresco!" exclaimed Professor Flitwick as the water in the glass in front of him evaporated. A/N- exaresco is Latin and means to become dry, arid "Now, Miss Granger, might you try it?"

"Alright, Professor," I said. I picked up my wand and flicked it at the glass on my desk while saying the right word. It vanished from the glass.

"Very good, Miss Granger. Five points to Gryffindor. Now, everyone else- exaresco!"

Our class practiced the charm until they all got it and were then taught how to bring the water back (madidus) A/N- madidus is also Latin, meaning wet, moist, soaked

"Hermione, my water keeps coming back as dust," complained Harry.

"Then you're not doing it right," I said obviously.

"Well I know that, I was hoping you could help me," he said, staring at me with those piercing green eyes.

"Just flick your wrist, like we learned in our first year and say the word madidus, Harry. It isn't that hard," I stated, mock frustratedly. He said the word right but didn't have the right wrist movements. "Honestly, Harry. We've only been doing this for the past 5 and a third years! You should know it." I took his hand in mine, his still holding his wand. I moved his hand in the correct motion and then let go.

"I think I have it now," he said, preforming the charm perfectly. I rolled my eyes.

Harry's POV (the next morning)

"There are ten people trying out today, Ron. I can only choose six..." I said at breakfast that day.

"Well, five, 'cause we all know you'll pick me," said Ron cheekily.

"We'll see about that, you have to have SKILL, you know, Ronald," said Ginny.

"Shut up, Gin" he retorted. She rolled her eyes and went back to talking to her fifth year friends.

"Well while you are out there playing around on your broomsticks, I am going to be doing my homework. Instead of procrastinating about it," Hermione said, looking directly at Ron.

"I'm not procrastinating, Quidditch tryouts are a school-supported event and is a perfectly reasonable excuse for me to not be studying inside with you," he said, matter-of-factly.

"Hermione, could you possibly come out and watch the tryouts, I'll need something interesting to look at," I said. Wait, did I say that?

Of course you did, idiot.

Shut up.

She looked at me oddly and said, "I guess I could do my homework in the stands while you have tryouts."

"Great. Well I must go and get set up, it's nearly eight," I said, getting up. "See you guys later." I walked out onto the Quidditch pitch and saw that Cho, Greggory, and, sadly, Malfoy, were already out there, looking over some papers at a table. I sat down in the empty seat between Malfoy and Cho. There was a list of the people trying out in front of me. I scanned it then went into the changing room to get my broom. As I was about to leave, Malfoy walked in.

"We're going to take you this year, Potter. You have no more decent players," he said as he grabbed his broom then left. I simply rolled my eyes and went back out onto the pitch. When I got there, several hopefuls had shown up. They stood in a line facing the table.

"We're going to wait for three more minutes to give everyone a chance to arrive," announced Cho. Once everyone was there, we began the tryouts. Just as I was wondering where Hermione was, she appeared next to the stands, waved at me, then sat down against a wall and took some books out of her bag. During tryouts, I ended up flying past Hermione on several occasions. For about two thirds of the time I caught her watching me. Everytime she saw that I had caught her, she looked quickly back to her books. Is it possible that... Nevermind. That would never happen. After tryouts, I announced that I would be posting the new team members the next day on the board in the common room. I was walking out of the changing rooms when Hermione came up, shovign her books precariously into her bag.

"Hey Harry," she said.

"Hey Hermione," I replied.

"Tryouts looked good. I may not know a lot about quidditch, but I thin I can tell when people are skilled. I hope you don't plan to choose Seamus. He was sort of..." she said, trailing off.

"Really horrid?" I offered, grinning.

"Yeah."

"I don't pkan to choose him."

"Who are you choosing?" she questioned casually.

"Not so fast. You will find out when everyone else does," I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"That's not fair," she whined.

"Life isn't fair. You of all people should know that Hermione," I argued.

"Fi-ine," she sighed with mock sadness.

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