Yay! Another chapter that means more work for Caitlin and I. Yipee... ANyways, we were washing the golfcart and we just 'happened' to get soaking wet... somehow... and so my beautiful straight hair is now bushy COOL! I'm Hermione! Just kidding... hopefully you didn't believe that... anyways- I EXPECT 40 REVIEWS GOT THAT? Anyways... again... back to the story...

"Oh Won-Won..." Those words wanted to make Hermione scream. She turned and faced her worst nightmare- Lavender Brown.

The intruder smirked and seductively brushed the blonde hair from her face with a flourish. She was no longer in her Hogwarts robes... she was in something much, much worse. A tight, formfitting pink shirt stretched across her torso (just barely) and a small, even shorter jean miniskirt didn't even reach wrist-length. The sparkly, girly outfit made Hermione want to puke. She actually tasted bile on the back of her tounge.

The preppy girl strutted up to Ron. A little too close. "I haven't seen you in a while," she whipered loudly. There was jealousy practically dripping from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes glinted up at his with a need for revenge. with an arm snaking around his neck, she said, "Why haven't you come to visit, Won-Won? I gave you my address on that wittle peice of parchment!"

Ron shared the same disgusted look as Hermione, and Harry could hear him mutter, "I burnt that and buried the ashes." But he didn't try to worm out of her vice-like grasp. Hermione glared daggers at him, and turned on her heel, stomping away toward the park bench.

"I broke up with you," he said in a loud voice, but his gaze was traveling around her body rather than looking her in the eye. She saw his weakness and her smirk grew. From the distance, Hermione could almost see a fang.

"Well, silly," she said quietly, "I knew that!"

"Then why don't you leave, because I have something to do." He tried now to push her away, but she pulled all the tighter.

"Well guess what?" She planted a lip-glossed kiss on his cheek before pushing him back. "I have no intention what-so-ever of breaking up with you."

Ron stared at Lavender as she pounced away, hips swaying dramatically. "See you 'round, Won-Won."

Ron tried to look at Harry for help but all, Harry did was look at the ground and whistle the tune of the funeral march. Ron sighed and walked over to Hermione. He sat down next to her as she turned away from him.

"Look Hermione..." Ron started but Hermione cut him off.

"No, you look Ronald Bilius Weasley!" She whipped around to face him again. Her voice was strong and adamant, but in her eyes anyone would be able to see the dispair and disgust for the boy before her. "I thought you told her to back off..."

"I did..."

"... but then you decided to just go back to being Won-Won!"

"No, Hermione, listen to me!" Ron said that so stern that Hermione jumped. "I tried Hermione, I tried! I love you very much, okay? I didn't/don't intend to see Lavender ever again. I swear Hermione, that there will be no one else in my life that I love as much as you."

Ron stared into Hermione's chocolate eyes. She was crying and that wasn't a good thing. Ron held out his hand and Hermione held on to it tight.

It was near evening now and as Harry and the quiet couple walked back to the Granger household, Hermione leaned on to Ron's shoulder and whispered, "Don't ever leave me again, do you promise?"

"I promise," He whispered back.

Well, that's our mini chapter! Here's a song I wanted to add but there was no where to put it.

ELPHABA
Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl:

Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl

Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in

Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And Heaven knows
I'm not that girl:

Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl:

Review and I'll be dancing through life...