A/N: This might be my last update for the month or so. School is coming up next week and I still need to prepare my things so I'm sorry. This might seem a little bit crappy but I'll try to revise it soon. Thanks for the kick arse reviews everyone. Like 52 reviews for only 3 chapters? Don't I feel bloody loved? c:
Disclaimer: I own nothing -- surprise, surprise.
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Chapter Four
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Perhaps it was fate that brought them together.
"Ron Weasley," she shrieked menacingly, her voice ricochetted through the common room as she strolled forth towards the redhead. "We need to talk."
Or perhaps it was just sheer bad luck for both parts.
Ron visibly gulped. "Y-yes, Hermione?"
"We need to talk, in private." She said as she casted a glance towards the direction of Harry, Lavender, and the others. Friendship be damned if they would argue with her now -- with her hostile conduct and all. This had been a very bad day for her. First, Neville barfed all over her favorite pudding. Next, Parvarti gave her a very long pep talk regarding boyfriends and other useless stuffs. And now, Ron's issue of him cheating on her. Life really hated her.
"But we're in a middle of a game," he whined when he looked at the chessboard that lay in front of Harry's curious form. "Right, mate?"
Hermione rubbed her forehead, irritated. Harry took notice and shook his head furiously. "I think that you should talk to Hermione, Ron." He nodded his head encouragingly, giving Ron a bit of a boost in confidence.
Ron yet again managed to gulp a large imaginary bulge in his throat. He was getting quite nervous about the fact that Hermione was glowering at him with that scary, angry look and that she was planning to talk to him. He bobbed his head and stood up from his part of the couch that they were sitting on. Hermione impatiently tapped her feet on the plush red carpet of the common room as she waited for him.
He limped towards her with a sheepish look. "What is it, 'Mione?"
"Don't 'what is it?' me, Ron 'cause I'm not going to take any bollocks from you." She said airily.
"What are you talking about?" He said as he tilted his head at the side. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I know that you shagged Lavender behind my back, Ron." She said simply.
"Really?"
"Yes, really." She sighed. "So, Ron. Care to explain?"
"Well, a man has his urges." He shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm sorry 'bout that, 'Mione."
"No," she let out another sigh. "I should be the one who's sorry. It's just that... we need to keep our appearance and status in check. They'd doubt about our relationship, you know." She whispered, pain constructed on her chest. It was hard for her to pretend... Ron was special to her, like a brother almost but it seems that he only saw her as a friend. Just a friend that he can manipulate because of her weakness.
"I almost forgot about that, 'Mione." He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I still need Parvarti to see that I'm making her jealous. But my plan hasn't been very accomplishing." He sighed.
Hermione smiled weakly. But no matter, he's still my bestfriend.
"I see, I'll try to help in anyway I can. You know that, Ron."
"Thanks, 'Mione." He said cheerfully, reaching out to her and gave her a hug.
Just Hermione Granger.
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"Bloody hell, Harry!"
A loud shriek echoed throughout the common room making the other Gryffindors jump in surprise. Hermione strolled angrily in front of Harry, her ears tinged with pink. Her brown locks messily bounced across her back as she walked.
"How could you?" She whispered as she neared him. "Why didn't you tell me about Ron?" Hermione inwardly grinned as she watched Harry squirm under her 'fake' intense gaze. She had been planning this little act since her conversation with Ron finished. 'Time to take action.'
She poked him on the chest, hard. "How could you," she muttered harshly, letting fake tears flow down her flustered cheeks.
Harry let out a strangled sigh. "I'm really sorry about that, 'Mione but... I just felt that it was..."
"Wrong?" Hermione glared at him. "Making one of your bestfriend cheat on the other is not wrong!"
"W-well..." Harry stammered. Sometimes, Harry was just plain clueless, Hermione thought dully.
"N-not really b-but..."
"But what, Harry Potter?" She hissed darkly, mentally patting herself at the back for such great acting. "But you think you're too of a chicken to tell me? That you're actually gay a-and..."
"Alright!" He threw his hands at the air and glared at her. "Alright, I am gay and I think that telling on Ron, my one and only love, is beneath me." He muttered darkly. "Are you fucking happy now?"
Hermione stood there, motionless, staring at Harry with her mouth wide agape and her eyes almost bulging out of it's sockets. She resisted the temptation to laugh at his face.
"Holy crap, Harry. You're freaking gay!"
People stared at them, shocked. Blood drained from their faces as they heard the whole conversation.
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End Note: Okay, I wanted to finish this chapter at the fastest way I could. I'm really pissed off. If I had the chance, I'll kill myself right now. No, seriously, I've been thinking about suicide for days now. Ugh, please... please make me happy with your reviews. I need someone to cheer me up. Please... I beg of you to review.
Oh, and I know this is a sucky / short chapter but I just felt the need to update. It has been a month since I did so and I feel guilty about it. However, I'll try to revise this as soon as my bad suicidal mood fades away and when my schedule isn't that hectic anymore. Please review.
