Hermione groaned and pulled the covers over her eyes. The sun was just rising and it seemed as though it was unusually bright this morning. She was not looking forward to the day ahead of her and she had no idea what she would say to Ron.

The two of them did have nearly every class together, so the option of avoiding him completely is out out the question. Trying to talk to him about it would be even more pointless since it ends up the same every time.

All through the night Hermione had thought this over and over. She could hardly sleep thinking about it. It truly seemed as though her only option was, and it made her sick even thinking about it, giving in.

"Ron, eat." said Ron's best friend Harry Potter as he waved a spoonful of porridge in front of Ron's freckle-covered nose. For as long as Harry had known Ron, he had never turned down food unless he was nervous or very, very angered about something. And half the time even that didn't stop him. So Harry knew something was very, very wrong with his best friend.

"Ron, you need to either eat or tell me what's the bloody matter. Just something that will occupy your mouth. Please. We have a match in three days and, well, you could really use all the strength you can get."

Ron looked at Harry and furrowed his brow. Was that supposed to sound like an insult to Ron's quidditch skills? Or, therefore lack of, in Ron's case.

Ron shrugged and took the porridge and a piece of toast and began stuffing his face. Halfway through his second bowl of porridge, cheeks about to explode with the mass amounts of food they were being filled with, Ron began to talk.

"You sfee, Arry, dirls argle mo goold. Mo maffer 'ow wong oo've een bating 'em, dey alfmos' 'ever but oot."

Harry made a scrutinizing face and shook his head. To his surprise, he actually understood every single word Ron had said.

"So, er, I take it you're having issues with Hermione, then, mate?"

"Issues?" said Ron as he stopped eating and swallowed the mass amounts of food in his mouth, "ISSUES!" he repeated slamming his fists on the table and grabbing the attention of nearly the whole gryffindor and some of the hufflepuff table, "She's a monster, Harry! All the wants to do is bloody talk, talk, talk about feelings! You know how I'm feeling! Feeling it's time to move on to someone who might be up for a good shag once and a while! I mean, talking is nice and all once and a while, but this girl has a mouth like a-"

"MISTER WEASLEY!"

Ron's eyes widened as he realized that the entire hall had gone quiet-including the staff table. Which included Professor McGonagal.

"I am simply outraged at the way you are talking about this female party whether she be present in this hall or not! Two weeks of night detention in my office, Mr. Weasley!" she stated and stormed away.

That was one thing Ron hadn't thought of and a lump had gotten caught in his throat as he looked around. Hermione could very well have been sitting at the table- just not near him. He stood up and looked around, but didn't see her. He mentally wiped the imaginary sweat off his brow and thanked Merlin great fully. Then, remembering he had two weeks of McGonagal detention, he took it back and cursed him to his grave.

Hermione was so upset and confused, that on her way to breakfast, she burst into tears right in the middle of the hall. People were shocked as they saw the usually calm, collected and sophisticated Hermione Granger bawling her eyes out and running through the halls.

She knew she wasn't going to make it in time for breakfast, so she headed back to the common room and grabbed her books for her next class- potions. That was sure to cheer her up, she thought sarcastically.

Once she had her books, quill and everything else she needed until lunch, she headed to the classroom. She knew she would be there early, but then hopefully she would beat the usual thirty-seconds-before-class-starts rush of students and she would be lucky enough to snag a seat in the back so in case she had another breakdown, hopefully nobody would notice.

Just thinking about possibly crying made her cry again, so took her books and went off into the nearest broom closet to wallow in her self-pity.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU WANT!" Draco bellowed at the Slytherin girls glaring his way. Although he knew very well what the bloody hell they wanted.

Pansy had not come to breakfast this morning and having the big mouth she is very well known for, Draco was sure that she had ran back to the girls dormitories last night after their little incident in tears and told everyone what had happened and what an awful git that he was. It had happened before and she had always come back to him. Idiot girl, he thought to himself.

With every bite of his toast that he took, he could look up and see the piercing eyes of his fellow female classmates.

After about ten minutes of this, Draco got fed up and stormed out heading back to the common room to freshen up before class.

As he walked past the potions classroom, he heard a soft sobbing coming from a nearby broom closet. So instead of going to breakfast, Pansy decided to hide in a broom closet and cry her eyes dry. Great, Draco thought, she probably planned this whole thing out knowing he would have to come by and thinking that he could more than likely hear her cries. Well Draco was going to play along just as Pansy wanted him to.

"Princess, is that you in there?"

"Princess"? Hermione thought. Ron had never called her princess. But he was probably just trying to suck up. It sounded like Ron, only the voice sounded a little bit deeper. She checked her watch. It was about time for people to start coming, so it was believable. And she could just barely see through the crack between the door and the floor and the shoes looked like Ron's black ones.

"What do you want? Finally come to your senses you git?" She knew it would sting.

"Well if you're going to play the name calling game, then you can just forget all about my apology."

"Fine, just leave me alone!" Hermione said and kicked the door hard. She would wait for Ron to go away, then she would come out right before class. So she may not get a seat in the back. Oh bloody well. It was better than having to face Ron at this point.