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I am terribly sorry for that bitch fest. Now, for the story.

When Ron awoke the next morning, he noticed sunlight streaming through the curtains, highlighting his sleepy face. He was glad that it was the weekend, which allowed him to sleep in as long as he wished and he reluctantly rolled from the bed. He'd promised to meet Hermione in the library for a 'study session', and although he seriously didn't want to go, he thought it was best to keep Hermione company. Ever since Christie had become involved with Harry, they'd never spent any time with the three of them together. Hermione had confided that she was upset that a girl could split up their group, the group that was as tight as a group could possibly be. Ron had to admit, he agreed with her logic. They had been through thick and thin and were still best mates and yet all it took was one girl to separate them.

Sighing, Ron made his way to the library after pulling on loose jeans and a green polo shirt. He walked through the isles in the library that smelled slightly of banana, and heard a muffled shout from the other side of the library. Not wanting to miss any action, Ron rushed towards the sound and was horrified to find Hermione held in a strong headlock by none other than Christie. He rushed over and pulled Hermione from Christie's grasp and held her in his strong arms. After gently pushing a stray hair from her forehead, Ron turned to face Christie and gave her a glare, but before he could open his mouth to speak, she snarled,
"If that bitch goes anywhere near Harry, she'll get much worse than a headlock." She turned to Ron, "Don't mess with me!" After a glare to the small crowd watching the display, and a swish of her cloak and long hair, Christie was gone. Cradling Hermione in his arms, Ron carried her from the library and up towards the common room for some privacy.

He lay a barely conscious Hermione on the most comfortable lounge he could find and conjured her a glass of water which she weakly yet gratefully took. For a long time, Ron and Hermione simply sat together, not talking but enjoying each other's company. A noise made them both start and they both turned to look at who had just entered the common room, both desperately hoping it wasn't Christie. Instead, they saw Harry. His shirt was crumpled and only half tucked in, and his messy hair was even worse than usual. He looked flushed and had a red mark on his cheek. Ron smirked and asked,
"Where have you been?" Harry turned red, mumbled something indecipherable and walked up the stairs to the boys dormitory.

Hermione stirred beside Ron.
"Should we tell him?"

"Definitely," Ron replied, "He has to know that she's a complete bitch to everyone except him."
"Tomorrow?"

Ron's face hardened and he looked stubborn.

"Tomorrow."

Harry awoke the next morning, a very happy guy. He was with the girl of his dreams! He was looking forward to a Saturday spent with Christie, enjoying each others company and he bounced down the stairs to the common room only to find Ron and Hermione sitting there, stern looks on their faces.

"Harry, we need to talk."