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Um… I changed the last chapter because I thought it sucked. Sorry if you'd gotten your hopes up that there would be embarrassing scenes etc…Also… this chapter is kind of… R rated… Hermione isn't a slut I promise! But I mean, come on, she's a 17 year old girl on holiday with this total hottie of a boy friend, so gimme a break. And I didn't put in any extra detail, so don't yell at me!

CHAPTER 6

MEMORIES

It took 2 months. Well, two months and 10 days, before Ginny's heart was shattered. Her name was Flora, and she was from Hufflepuff. She was also 17 years old, and extremely pretty, with silky black hair that fell to her butt, and beautiful green eyes. She was a seeker on the Quidditch team, and also extremely popular.

It was almost obvious that she and Derek were going to get together. But Ginny had clung onto that word. That dreadful word: almost. And now Hermione had to see her friend's heart being torn to pieces all over again, every time she ran into Derek who still always smiled at her, and hugged her goodbye. Derek, who still surprised her with chocolate frogs and Fanta from time to time.

She hated that look her friend always had in her eyes, that hopeful desperate look that followed him around everywhere. That broken smile, reserved only for him and those beautiful, delicate tears that streamed down her cheeks, when she heard the news that he had found somebody else. Someone other than her. Someone who didn't appreciate his gifts, scared that they would make her look fat, someone who didn't find his muggle devices fascinating, someone so unlike her. Someone she would never be; could never be, even if she tried.

Hermione sighed. It was Friday, and Derek was downstairs, having dinner with his newly acquired girlfriend Hermione already hated. Harry and Ron were at Quidditch practice, and Ginny was… where? Probably busy.

Hermione gazed sadly at her neatly made bedspread, and sighed. What to do? She could write to Travis. She missed him. He'd been so lovely in the summer holidays. Hermione gazed dreamily at the cream coloured sheets and imagined the feel of the sea breeze on her face.

They were laughing, and running down the beach, hand in hand, their bare feet sinking into the soft sand. The sun had set, and the moon was out. He tugged her along behind him urgently. "Come on!" He said, his magical deep voice sending tingling sensations down her back. They ran, hand in hand, before both collapsing in the still warm sand, exhausted.

"Wouldn't it be amazing if we could just be like this forever?" He'd asked, wrapping his arms around her, while she laid her head on his chest, breathing deeply, and closing her eyes.

"Mmmm. I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too."

They'd stayed silent for while, both savouring the last moments that they would be together. Until Christmas…

"You'll write, won't you?" He'd asked quietly.

Hermione hadn't answered him right away, instead she'd looked up at him and stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. "Of course I will."

He'd looked back down at her, smiling sadly, and kissed her on the tip of her nose. They'd lain like that for a long while, both of them staring out at the sea, lost in thought, just being there, being together.

At midnight, they'd had a picnic, and fed each other pieces of cookies and they'd melted marshmallows, with a miniature campfire Travis had set up.

By the time they'd finished a pack of marshmallows, 5 cans of coke, a whole tub of Ben and Jerry's ice cream, 3 bacardi breezers and assorted bonbons, they both were hyper on sugar and feeling extremely happy, and couldn't keep still.

"What are you doing?" Travis had asked cheekily when Hermione had started undressing herself.

She hadn't answered but started pulling off his clothes too. "Come on! We're going swimming!"

Which was how, 20 minutes later, Hermione and Travis had ended up both starkers, their underclothing laying forgotten at the bottom of the pacific ocean.

Hermione had never had a serious boyfriend before. There had been summer flings, and guys whom she'd snogged, but they always ended up breaking up after a week or so. But Travis was different. He wasn't just about shagging. He actually cared.

He'd stroked her hair, and told her she was beautiful, he'd token her to Paris, to visit the Eiffel tower, because the last time she'd been there she'd been sick, and not allowed to climb it. So was it really a crime that she'd lost her virginity to him?

She hadn't thought so. And neither had he. He'd respected her, he'd cared.

It had been painful the first time, but he'd been gentle, and Hermione had learned. By the time she'd come home at 5 o'clock in the morning, they'd done it 5 times, and they'd talked about it too.

At first she'd been embarrassed, but then she'd gotten used to it. No one knew. Except for Ginny.

Where the hell WAS Ginny anyways?

Review please! I know this chapter is extremely short, but I promise I'll update a long one next time. Chapter 7 WILL be updated on Monday the 17th of October!