Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter.
Potions went by farely quick; Draco was getting crude glares from Ron during the whole class. He even tried to listen in on Draco and Hermione's conversation, resulting in him tripping, falling into his potion drenching himself, Harry, Parvati and Lavender thick hot pink goo. Four people in the room realized that his tripping was Hermione's doing including him. Everyone in the class burst out in fits of uncontrollable laughter when Parvati started screaming about her brand new outfit that was now ruined and enchanting books to fly at Ron's head. Hermione loved it. Ron couldn't have been more humiliated, but wait he still could be. Nobody had said anything about him cheating on Hermione so she assumed it wasn't common knowledge, yet!
"That's a nice look for you Ron," she yelled towards him between fits of laughter. Ron glared at her, a glare so foul that it could have rusted gold. Hermione was about to reply, but Draco beat her to it.
"You know your just jealous Weasley! You were to stupid to keep a hold of her, and now you lost her. I bet that pisses you off"
"How could I be jealous of you! Obviously you put a spell on her or she is just more of a whore than I thought!" Ron screamed back. Hermione just looked at Ron, she looked hurt and mad; inside her was a silent battle between breaking down into tears or focusing all her pent up rage on Ron. She loved Ron with all her heart and he was standing there calling her a whore, in the end her anger won.
Her voice stern and full of hate, "YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL ME A WHORE RONALD WEASLEY. WHO CHEATED ON THEIR GIRLFRIEND WITH SOME SLUT HE JUST MET. WHO TRIED TO LIE ABOUT WHAT I SAW WITH MY OWN EYES TELLING ME THAT IT WAS ALL MY IMAGINATION. LET ME GIVE YOU SOME INFORMATION IT WASN'T ME!" With that Hermione ran to her dorm tears streaming down her eyes. On the wall appeared a large photo of Ron that she pelted over and over with flames until her tears had dried up.
The statue sprang open revealing a very beautiful hardwood door; Harry knocked as loud as he could until finally Hermione's tear streaked, puffy eyed face appeared.
"What do you want Harry."
"Well I want to talk to you. You see you made it very hard to do when you ignored my letters and avoided us during the train ride, the feast, and potions."
Harry took a seat next to the fire taking time to appreciate how beautiful the room was. A mix between red, green, silver, and gold colors flooded the room, from the tapestry's to the color of the couch's and chairs.
"What about Harry. I know your going to take his side. It's obvious you already did I mean why so buddy, buddy." Sure what Ron did hurt her but having Harry back him up and forgive Ron hurt almost as much. Isn't she Harry's bestfriend to shouldn't he take her side since she was right.
"NO I want to tell you that I don't agree with what he did, but it's not my battle it's yours and his. I'm not going to stop being friends with etheir of you." His face was sincere, she couldn't help but know he really did care for her.
"Well I'm sorry Harry things wont go back to the way they were. You know by know I am sure that I gave him something I can never get back." Harry looked confused for amount before reality slapped him in the face. Hermione's rage was fully justified he realized now; Ron hadn't told him about that.
"You know what Harry it's worse than just that," more tears whelled in her eyes just waiting to be realized, "It had happened that night the night I caught him with her. We had proved our love for each other 3 hours before he was with that slut. He had said to me that he loved me with all his heart and no other woman would ever sleep with him as long as I was alive." Tears cascaded down her cheeks the feel of them were to familaur for her to care about wiping them off.
Harry gasped that was a big piece in the Hermione/Ron puzzle he hadn't known his eyes met Hermione's, he pulled her into a huge hug and whipered in her ear, "I will help you make him pay."
Harry got up abruptly leaving Hermione alone. For 3 hours she cried and cried trying to convince herself that she didn't care what he thought. She wasn't a whore so she couldn't let his words go to heart, but he did seem to get upset when she walked in with Malfoy. I wonder what he would think if he saw me with other guys, she thought, not only other guys lots of other guys.
Malfoy walked through the door carrying a bottle of fire whiskey and some chocolate. He knew chocolate and fire whiskey made his mom feel better so maybe it would work on Hermione. Hermione smiled up at him. This was confusing wasn't she just sad ,he thought.
"I found the perfect way to get back at Ron."
"and that is?" Malfoy was still confused but he figured if it cheered her up she would play along.
"Teach me to be a Whore!"