A/N: The same situation that happen with Harry when he was around Ginny in the 6th book will be happening to Hermione just in different ways...

Fighting Those Three Words

Chapter 2: Then the Anger Built

Hermione wanted to pull her ears off. She just wanted to push him down the stairs, starting at the highest floor and she'd meet him at the bottom. He wouldn't shut his mouth. For the last hour, consistently, he was talking about nothing but Charlotte. She really regretted telling Ron Charlotte's name.

"Don't you think she is so beautiful?" Ron asked.

She just wanted him to shut up just for a millisecond, and now for some reason Hermione's face was bright red, extracting heat. Her stomach felt hollow then suddenly filled with moving bludgers, banging into every inch of her once empty stomach. Her palms were sweaty and her breaking heavy and slow.

"Sure, why not?" Hermione said, giving in.

"Don't be so moody," Ron said.

"What! I'm not moody," Hermione protested, picking herself up, "Now lets get to class."

She grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the room. Ron proceeded to rave about Charlotte to Hermione's sheer joy as they walked out of the Common Room and into the corridor. Rage just built up inside of her as Ron still continued with his conversation with himself about Charlotte. Hermione was amazed. He was never like this, not over a girl, especially someone like this. Hermione knew Charlotte's record. She wasn't at all Ron's type, but why suddenly did she care who Ron's type was.

"Did you see her hair? Did I mention her hair?"

"YES! Shut up! I don't give a bloody hell about Charlotte!" Hermione shouted at the top of her lungs into Ron's ear.

Ron was astounded by Hermione's sudden outburst. He had vaguely remembered her ever cursing. Then he suddenly got back to reality.

"WELL, IF YOU DIDN'T WANT ME TO KEEP TALKING ABOUT HER THEN YOU COULD HAVE SAID SOMETHING, NOT START YELLING IN THE MIDDLE OF PUBLIC!" Ron shouted.

"WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING NOW!"

"I'M JUST YELLING BECAUSE YOU ARE THE MOST HOPELESS GIT I'VE EVER MET!"

Hermione started to burst into tears. She went to start running but Ron grabbed her arm.

"Hermione, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it. Please, don't cry," Ron pleaded.

Hermione tried to pull away, but Ron grabbed the other hand and held both of her wrists up between them. She kicked him in the shin, and Ron yelled in pain but didn't let go.

"Ron! Let me go!" Hermione wept.

"Only if you promise to stop crying and forgive me," said Ron; Hermione nodded, and Ron let her go.

"I'm sorry I yelled. I've just been listening to you talk about her all day and it was getting on my nerves," Hermione said, trying to battle with the massive amount of bludgers playing around in her stomach.

It may have been getting on your nerves, but the real reason that you wanted him to stop is because you're jealous, a voice inthe back of Hermione's head taunted her.

No! I am not jealous. That's barbaric, she fought back.

"Sorry. I'll stop," Ron said, pulling her away from her thoughts.

"Thank you!"

The pair started to walk again. They lightly started to talk, neither of them really paying attention of other students. Then to Ron's embarrassment and Hermione's dismay Ron had collided with Charlotte, books flying onto the floor.

"Oh, I'm-I'm so sorry," Ron stuttered, too embarrassed to look at Charlotte.

And of course she comes, Hermione thought to herself.

"Oh it's alright," Charlotte said with a sweet tone in her voice.

She had already gotten up, letting Ron pick up both of their piles of books. Charlotte just smiled down at Ron. Hermione's face had become a maroon color again, but not because of the bludgers that were still fidgeting in her stomach. It was because of the steam that was invisibly coming out of her ear. Even more rage built in her, and she repetitively started to tape her foot on the hand and cold floor below her. Charlotte took notice to that as Ron pulled him self up with a pile of books in his hand, leaving a few on the floor that were his.

"Again, I'm extremely sorry," he said, handing the books to her then dropping down to pick up his own.

The tapping grew louder. Charlotte was going to take advantage of it. Ron got up with his own books lying in his arms.

"Charlotte. Charlotte Bentrik," she said, making contact between hers and Ron's hands.

Ron's face turned red, "Won Reasley," he blurted, making Charlotte giggle and Hermione roll her eyes, "I-I mean Ron Weasley."

"Nice to met you, Won," she said in a giggle, "Ron."

Hermione groaned at the comment, catching Charlotte's attention.

"Ron, you shouldn't keep your girlfriend waiting," Charlotte said politely.

Hermione smiled, but Ron said, "Hermione? She's not my girlfriend."

"Oh, well then, will you walk me to class?" Charlotte said pleasantly.

Ron nodded and walked off in the opposite direction, completely forgetting about Hermione. She changed her footing and walked to class. Harry was already there when she entered the class.

"Where's Ron?" he said as Hermione sat next to him.

"With Charlotte," Hermione said with a great feat of anger in the word Charlotte.

"Oh good for him," Harry said happily.

Hermione shot him a sharp, dirty look. It definitely burned though Harry, and he just looked at her in sympathy as she stared at the door awaiting Ron. Class was almost starting, and no sign of Ron. Then a few seconds before the class was about to start Ron came walking into the class. He was not rushing, but glided into the room very slowly as he took a seat on the other side of Harry.

"Didn't think you were coming," Harry said, trying to break Ron from his trance.

"I was with Charlotte," Ron said, gazing at the wall.

"I heard," Harry said, glancing at Hermione.

"She wants to meet me after class," he said.

Hermione just clinched a fist. The class ran by smoothly fast, and Hermione was now watching Ron and Charlotte walk away together. Harry saw anger build in Hermione's eyes. He had never seen her this mad-this, dare he say, jealous. Harry pulled Hermione out of her mad daydream by suggesting them going to the Common Room. She agreed and followed him there.

"She's no good!" Hermione said, pacing back and forth in the same spot, infront of Harry who was sitting on one of the couches in the Gryffindor Common Room.

"How do you know that Hermione?" he asked, staring up at her.

"I'm a prefect. I hear things. Charlotte is not good news. She's going to end up hurting Ron." Hermione said wholeheartedly.

Harry jumped to his feet.

"What exactly do you mean, Hermione?" Harry said franticly as Hermione pushed him back down on the couch.

"Nothing that will hurt him on the outside. She is going to end up breaking his heart, and that is a lot worse then anything that either of us can conger up. Remember Cho?"

"Please, Hermione, don't remind me."

"Exactly. Charlotte…" Hermione started but was cut off but, "What about Charlotte?"

An angry familiar voice said from the portrait door. Harry and Hermione turned to see Ron standing there, his face getting madder and madder.

"If you want to talk about Charlotte, Hermione, then take it up with me."

"Don't you blame this on Harry! He is the only one that will listen! You're too blinded by her beauty," Hermione spat.

"What are you talking about with Harry?"

"Charlotte is no good!" Hermione said clearly.

"Oh now I really beg to differ. She is a very nice, clever girl that, to your surprice, has a beautiful outside and inside!" Ron said, standing over Hermione.

"Oh is that right? You've only known her for about three hours!"

"Maybe, but I'm going to get to know her very well! We are dating."

The last three words hit Hermione like a ton of bricks. The bludgers that resided in her stomach had all crashed to the bottom.