"Nom de Dieux... Tu ne comprends pas Claire! Je l'ai presque embrassé!" (Oh my God... you don't understand Claire! I almost kissed him!)

Hermione paced around outside the woods near Grimmaud's place. She liked going for walks, usually she preferred being alone, as it gave her time to think about what she couldn't think of when she was around Harry or Ron. Now however, it did not serve as a calming down technique.

"Non! Ce n'est pas un probleme!" (No! It's not a problem!) She almost yelled into her brand new cell phone, the only thing she regretted that did not exist in the wizarding world.

"Ne comprends tu rien? Que ce qu'il va penser maintenant? Je suis son meilleure ami! NON! CLAIRE! Essay de le voire de mon point de vue! Il est mon meilleur ami. Mais je l'ai presque embrassé. Que ce que va dire Harry?" (Don't you understand anything? What is her going to think now? I'm his best friend! NO! CLAIRE! Try looking at it from MY point of view. He is my best friend. I almost kissed him. And what is Harry going to say?)

She stopped pacing and sat down on a rock, right on the edge of the woods. She could see a figure approaching her, but she didn't pay attention to it.

"Que ce que je fait maintenant? Je l'aime. Mais il est mon meilleur ami..."(What do I do now? I love him... but he's my best friend...)

She picked up a pebble and chucked it in a random direction. "Je ne sais pas quoi faire..." (I don't know what to do...) Another pebble. And another. And another.

Finally, when the pebbles were finished, it was the rocks. And then the grass, being pulled out of the earth, and then her nails were dinning in the soil, scratching frantically, as if digging a hole were the most important thing at the moment, as if it would hold all the answers she needed to know about Ron.

"Claire... que... que ce que tu ferai?" She almost sobbed. (Claire... wh... what would you do?")

"D-daccord. M-merci." And then the connection was broken, and Hermione sat, staring at her bleeding, dirt encrusted hand, a single tear coursing down her cheek.

"Hermione?" Ron asked incredulously. "You speak French?"

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