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Hermione was still shaken up, and felt like she could collapse into another fit of tears again. This was something which she was determined not to do inform of Ron. He had given up questioning her, and was not troubled by the fact that she had failed to say I love you back. On the contrary, Ron appeared to be happier, talking merrily about quidditch. Hermione wasn't really paying much attention to what he was saying. She was just watching him. She couldn't quite work out her feelings for him.

Ron had noticed that Hermione was staring at him. With an expression he hadn't seen for quite some time. Not since they first started going out. Ron stopped talking, and started to gaze into Hermione's brown eyes. He doubted that she had even noticed that he had stopped talking. She was beautiful, even if no one else could see that. Even now Ron wondered why someone like Hermione would even want to be with him.

Hermione stared loving into Ron's eyes. She couldn't break his heart. It would destroy him. Yet, the deed was done, the clogs in motion. All the deeds of her illusive past would soon come to full view. Hermione had found herself having a change of heart. She cared for Ron too much, love him even. She scrambled out of her chair, and Ron's arms, hurrying to her dorm. Once there she scribbled a quick note.

I want out. I can't do this any more.

She folded it neatly, and left the dorm as quickly as she had entered. She knew she couldn't send it by owl post. It was too risky. She would have to leave it where she found her notes, the head common room.

Ron was confused. Why had Hermione just run off like that? Ron knew that he should have followed her, but he didn't have half the heart. He loved Hermione, and with that comes trust. He needed her trust. Ron just sat there, awaiting Hermione's return.

Hermione wasn't really paying any attention to what she was doing. She just let her mind wander. This she later realised was not a good idea. As she had managed to walk straight into someone who appeared to be moving to quickly to pay attention either. She had fallen onto the floor, when a large had helped her up. She looked up to see two green eyes staring back at her.

"Oh Hermione. I'm sorry. You okay?" Harry didn't want to sound nervous. Yet he couldn't help himself. Being around Hermione was just strange.

"It's okay."

"Umm, Hermione, can I talk to you. Alone." Hermione nodded, knowing instinctively what it was about.

In silence they walked down the corridors, until they found an empty classroom, their silence becoming unbearable.

"Hermione, I told Ginny. She says I should tell Ron." Hermione just looked at Harry, with a face of disbelief.

"I was hoping we could do it together." From the way Hermione was looking at him. Harry knew he had got it wrong.

"Why do we have to tell Ron?"

"Because, I feel like shit."

"Yeah, well how do you think I feel?" Hermione was frustrated. All her pentad up anger was going to be let loose, and Harry was its victim.

"It's not been a walk in the park for me either."

"I never said it was. But, it's better if it's out in the open."

"No Harry. It's not. Can't you see? What we did was wrong, but it's in the past now. We'll just have to live with it in silence."

"Hermione, Ron deserves the truth. It was a mistake, and we know it now. We still have to face the consequences. Together."

"No Harry we don't. I forbid you from telling Ron. I swear if you do we won't be friends anymore. Harry, I mean it."

"Friends, we're hardly friends at the moment."

"Fine. Go and run of to Ginny. You should have spoken to me first."

"Fine. At least Ginny listens to me."

Harry stormed out the room. That didn't go very well. He had hoped Hermione would agree with him. She didn't care at all, about him or Ron, most importantly Ron. She can't keep this charade up forever. He'd find out eventually. These things always come out. Harry was certain that he had to tell Ron. At least he would know the truth from him, and not some random gossip.

Hermione sat alone in the classroom, tears falling down her cheek. She was once again alone, in the big wide world. She knew Harry was going to tell Ron. Everyone was going to know what a lying, cheating, slut she was. Harry would get through this unscathed. He always did. He was the boy who lived, the boy who saved the wizarding world. He was a hero. She was nobody, a clever witch who enticed the great Harry Potter, with her dark magic.