Howdy folks! Glad you all enjoyed the last chappie. Seriously though, how come every time I try to update I always have to do it like 80 million times:sob: it drives me crazy. Anywhozzles, I hope you all enjoyed HBP! I won't cry over who died just yet for those of you who aren't finished. I'm sorry it took me so long to update, but I was too excited to write before HBP and then I was too distracted while I was reading it. I hope this fic doesn't seem like rubbish now in comparison to the genius that is one JK Rowling.

By the way: This is right after Hermione and Seamus leave the Great Hall.

"So, what would you like to do, Hermione?" Seamus asked. But before she could answer he said "I was thinking we could head over to the Quidditch Shop. They've got this great new broom. And then I told Dean and Neville that we'd meet them for a butter beer at the Three Broomsticks."

"Oh, that sounds…great." Hermione said. She was slightly disappointed that Seamus wanted to meet his friends half way through their date.

"Come on, beautiful." He said, taking her hand and causing her to blush.

They walked hand in hand until they reached the Qudditch Shop. Seamus dragged her around, showing her random things that she really had no clue about. She could only remember the things that Ron had told her.

Wonder why.

Seamus began to explain the difference between a Nimbus and a Comet and Hermione, with a smile, remembered one Hogsmeade trip when Ron had also explained the differences to her. His eyes were shining with delight and he was gesturing wildly with his hands as he spoke. She remembered the way he touched her shoulder and she quickly shook herself out of the memory as she felt her face heat up.

They spent nearly two hours in that store. Hermione thought wistfully of Ron. Sure, he constantly dragged her in there, but he knew how much it bored her, and they usually left in fifteen minutes, and then they'd go someplace interesting. Seamus didn't seem to want to leave anytime soon, but Hermione was ready to scream.

"Shouldn't we be meeting your friends soon?" Hermione asked hopefully.

"Huh?" He said, not listening to her.

"I said 'shouldn't we be meeting your friends soon?" She repeated, exasperated.

"Oh yeah!" He said, slapping his forehead. "Come on, gorgeous!" He said, grabbing her hand and pulling her from the shop excitedly.

Hermione remembered the first time she'd ever visited Hogsmeade, Harry couldn't come and it was just she and Ron. They went to Honeydukes first and when Ron had seen the display for Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans he had grabbed her hand and dragged her across the store just like Seamus was now. The only difference was Ron's hand was a lot warmer, and less sweaty. And while his touch sent tingles through Hermione's entire body, Seamus' touch only made her feel uncomfortable. She also missed Ron, but of course she would never admit this.

Hermione spent the next hour or so listening to Seamus, and Dean talk about some of Seamus' finer Quidditch moments, as if Hermione couldn't be any less interested. She sighed hopelessly at Neville when Seamus, who had his arm draped casually draped over her shoulders, laughed loudly in her ear. Seamus was being unusually arrogant. It was as if he told Dean to tell stories of Seamus' achievements to impress her. Well, Hermione thought. You certainly don't impress a girl by telling her about how you beat up some poor defenseless boy and then laughing about it! She scoffed.

She cleared her throat. "You know, Ron would never do anything like that." She said, unable to stop her self. Seamus and Dean immediately stopped laughing and stared at her while Neville smiled slightly down at the table. "I mean, sure he would get into a fist fight, but only with someone who fully deserved it, like Malfoy." She finished.

Seamus snorted. "Yeah, but I mean, who the hell is Ron?" He scoffed.

Hermione feeling shocked, opened her mouth to retort but decided better on it. He's right. Who is Ron?

Your best friend, that's who! Screamed the sensible side of her brain.

Where on earth did that come from?

Hermione, this whole thing is ridiculous. You don't love Seamus! You love Ron!

I never said I love Seamus.

That's not the point! The point is that you haven't stopped thinking about Ron all day and whether you like it or not, even you know what that means.

You're right... She thought wonderingly. I love Ron. Nothing is ever going to change that. I can date as many other boys as I like and I won't stop comparing them to Ron, I won't stop wishing they were him.

The sound of Seamus' voice interrupted her pleasant thoughts. "You listening?" He asked.

"Wha-? Oh, sorry, Seamus. I think I have a bit of a headache, would you mind if I called it a day?" She asked.

"Not at all, why don't walk you back up to the castle?" He said, grinning devilishly at Dean.

The pair walked back to the castle in silence. Hermione was too lost in thought of seeing Ron. I hope he's there. I'll just tell him everything. He must love me back. She thought happily.

Just before they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady Seamus stopped Hermione. "Hey, look, I gotta go do some things, but you feel better, alright?" He said, caressing her cheek.

"Yes, sure." She said distractedly.

"Oh, and Hermione?"

"Yes?"

Seamus stared at her a moment and then he leaned in slowly, his mouth becoming closer and closer to hers by the second.

Hermione stepped to the side, and smiled apologetically. "Look, Seamus, I think you're a really great guy but-"

"But you're too big of a prude to kiss me?" He asked viciously.

"What? I-" She said, feeling bewildered.

"You know, ever since you came back to school with your new look and attitude, I thought you'd be different. I was wrong though, wasn't I? You're still the same snobby prude you always were. Lose the 'holier-than-thou' attitude, princess. It might explain why you've never had a boyfriend." He said, maliciously, before stalking off.

Hermione soon burst into tears and choked out the password to the Fat Lady before running up to her dormitory and slamming the door.