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Hermione's POV

I woke up with a start. Somehow, the areas where Draco and Ron had grabbed me in my dream was hurting. But I definitely knew better. When something pained me in real life, it usually occurs as whatever in dreamland.

Looking down at my upper arms though, I was shocked to see hand prints. What was happening? And WHY was I wearing the nightgown from the dream? I could have sworn I put on black pants and a blue t- shirt. I shuddered when I thought that guy (it has to be a guy, the hands are huger than us girls' petite ones) had to undress me or something. At least he might have done it magically.

Getting up, I realized it was now about 12 pm. We had slept in late! Quickly changing, I yelled for Luna and Ginny to wake up. "Get up NOW before you miss lunch and Quidditch!" There already goes my surfing hour, but I was okay with it. I put on a silk blue skirt and a pale purple tank top with flower embroidery. It doesn't feel very nice on me, but I didn't want to change again and miss the chance to see C- lunch. Miss lunch. Miss Ch- grrr...LUNCH! NOT CHARLIE!

I quickly applied make up and placed a couple bracelets on me wrists before nodding to the other two girls. "Let's go."

As we were walking to the restaurant, Luna turned to us and said, "I'm sorry Hermione, about last night. I didn't mean to yell at you, you too Ginny. I was just upset that Draco noticed you but not me. It wasn't your fault."

"It's ok, Luna. I understand," I replied, waving it off. So she does like him.

When we entered the building, everyone was there waiting for us. "What took you so long?" Molly demanded. We smiled sheepishly.

"Slept in." Then I sat down between Charlie and Ron and kissed my boyfriend on the cheek. "Sorry, Ron."

He grinned at me, his mouth full of bacon. I pulled away, disgusted and told him to chew first. He rolled his eyes at me before returning to his bacon and eggs.

"So are we up for Quidditch today?" Harry asked everyone. My eyes lit up.

"You bet!" I told him. He looked at me in surprise.

"YOU play Quidditch?" Laughing, I shook my head.

"No, but I wanna learn. Is that ok?" Nodding but still astonished like everyone else who knew me, Harry stood up.

"Yeah. I'm going out there early though. Wanna fly before you guys get there." Oh...he wanted some alone time. I waved him off, munching on an apple.

30 minutes later, Ron was off to find Harry cuz he was bored. And he couldn't snog me because my mouth was full of pancakes.

Sirius crept behind me and then started to tickle my sides while I was drinking water. I spat out the liquid and started laughing, due partially from the fact that Sirius found my ticklish spot and partially because I spat water all over Charlie Weasley.

He wiped off some water from his now dripping wet hair, annoyed. "I know I'm hot but did you HAVE to cool me down?" He gave me a goofy grin which only made me laugh harder. Sirius then picked me up and scooted me back onto my seat on the bench. "There ya go, now what refreshment do you want? You look thirsty. Lemonade, water or Charlie?" I blinked and shook my head frantically. Did I hear him correctly?

"I'm sorry, wha-?"

"I said 'You look thirsty. Lemonade, water or Quantrie?' You feeling ok, kiddo?" Quantrie was that tropical juice that taste like coconuts. Grr... how'd I get it mixed up with Charlie?

Shaking my head, I stood up a bit tramautized. "Nah, no thanks. I gotta go get changed properly for Quidditch," I told him, gesturing to my skirt. "See ya'll later in half an hour."

Once I was changed into denim jeans, I exited my hut to only run into Remus. He was leaning against a palm tree right next to the door. And he was smirking. "I know something that you're probably trying not to," he said in a singsong voice. I gulped. He had noticed.

"And what is that, Remus?" I had started calling him that ever since yesterday at dinner when he threatened to turn my skin blue and my hair orange permanently if I called him Professor, Mister or just plain Sir again.

"You fancy Charlie." He was smiling annoyingly now. Well, maybe not but still. I narrowed my eyes.

"No I don't!" I yelled. He grinned at me more.

"You're just denying it," he told me, his eyes twinkling almost like Dumbledore's. May that man Rest in Peace.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"No."

"Yes, I denied it!" I almost shouted. His grin grew wider and I realized what I said. "I mean, I mean... Oh who am I kidding?" I cried out and shrank to the floor while tears filled my eyes. I felt Remus hold me up and carried me to my bed.

"Hermione, it's alright if you feel that way. Just tell him," he told me gently. I shook my head.

"No, I can't. Because of lots of reasons. One: I'm seeing Ron. Two: I barely even know him. Three: Ron would kill me. Four: Ron would kill him. Five: I don't want to hurt Ron. And Six: He won't like me back." I sniffed and then looked up at him. "Besides, I love Ron, I know all about him, he'd never hurt me and I won't hurt him."

Remus knew something I didn't, I can tell. "Keep telling yourself that. Get to know Charlie, and then see who you love more."

I shook my head angrily. "NO! I will not, I will stay with Ron and be happy." My new objective was to stay away from the second eldest Weasley now.

"But you're not happy." I couldn't reply to that, I really wasn't happy. But why? It was just a small crush on some hot guy. "Come on, Mione. Let's go to the pitch." Nodding, but still upset and confused, I followed him to the Quidditch pitch.

"Hey Mione!" Ron exclaimed as he came up to me, oblivious to my tears. It's not fair, and I'm not being fair to Ron either. Can't this end? Grr...

Just then, a tawny black owl swept in and dropped my a wrapped package. "Ooh! My secret admirer!" Ron scowled and attempted to snatch my present. "Hey!" I was annoyed.

"I will NOT have my girlfriend take in presents from some other pervert who doesn't know that you're mine!" he yelled in my face. My temper flared.

"You can't tell me what to do!" I screamed at him. "I was just kidding about the secret admirer, it's just that I happen to have a penpal friend who I send letters and packages to and he does the same for me! I have a right to control my life!"

"So you're cheating on me?" he yelled just as loud. Ron turned the colour of his hair. "You BITCH!" I burst into tears and started running away, dropping the present. I was distinctively aware of Ron picking up the card and reading it. That jerk! I can't believe that I love him! I ignored everyone else's gaping face.

"We ARE THROUGH!" I screamed as loud and hard as could over my shoulder and ran to my hut. I slammed the door hard that the straw on the solid roof shook and sprayed onto the ground lightly.

I had a feeling I knew what was sent to me. About a week ago, he (who had remained anonymous) had sent me a letter saying he was desperately in love but the girl didn't even know he existed. Well, I had replied with a letter saying that he should befriend her and get to know her better before telling her how he feels. And that card was probably a thank you and the box were chocolates. My favorites too, and Ron doesn't even know that. Now that I thought about, he really doesn't know me. He doesn't know my fave colour, my face drink, my fave food, my favourite hobby...

Lying on my bed, I started sobbing. Our relationship didn't even last a day! This was so horrible! Am I some kind of whore? Slut? No. It was Ron, who was a big meanie and a jerk. And an idiot and an imbecile and a jackass not to mention he was a stupid, selfish, self-centered, egolistical and a cowardly brat.

A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts. "Come in," I said hoarsely and tried to wipe my tears away. The door opened to reveal Charlie. Oh god, he's the last person I wanted to see right now, next to Ron. I was trying to ignore him for god's sake!

"You ok?" He held up the box and the card and handed it to me. "You dropped these back there. Ron was acting like the dope he always is. Don't let it get to you," he soothed. I burst into fresh tears. He strode over to me and placed an arm around my shoulder and waist.

"It's just that, I can't date someone who I constantly get into fights with! He's more manipulative than Dumbledore was!" I cried out while sobbing on his shoulder. He smiled comfortingly at me and I tried to calm down.

"You don't deserve him," he stated boldly. My head snapped up in shock. Did he really mean that? I felt tears threaten to fall again.

"You mean that I'm not good enough for him?" I whispered softly as I looked down, hurt. No... I misread his statement.

"No! Not that. I meant that he's not good enough for you," he answered softly. I looked up hopefully. "He was just being a bastard, ignore him." Nodding, I hugged him tightly, never wanting to let go. I closed my eyes and breathed in that deep, forest pine scent. Hmmm...

"By the way, I gave him a good punch for you. And the others are giving him a good shouting and yelling as well," Charlie added good naturedly.

"Next time, lemme do it. I wanna kick him HARD where the Sun Don't Shine," I threatened seriously. Charlie doubled over in laughter while I grinned.

"It would be so funny to see his face!" Charlie exclaimed while grinning. "So aren't ya gonna open your present and read that card?" Right.

Opening the card which said 'Thank You' on the front cover, the inside had the person's scrawny writing in blue muggle ink. "Thanks for helpping me with that, Hermione. I'm sorry I never got to know your name. Thank you for being my friend and taking the time to talk to me. However, I fear I must stop writing. I'm moving to New York which is packed with muggles, and my adopted parents don't know about my 'abnormality'. Once I get out of the house, perhaps I shall tell you who I am. Until then, enjoy those treats I sent you," Hermione read out loud. Dropping the card onto her lap, she ripped open the brown wrapping paper to see a package of the muggle chocolate "Lindor". It was indeed her favorite, and what more was that there was also a sky blue rose in the middle of the bag of wrapped goodies.

Gasping, she took out the rose and stared at it. It was beautiful, and blue was my favourite colour.

"He sounds nice," Charlie commented. I smiled.

"He's great. He can be really funny at times and sensitive in other times. He's so sweet, and I can tell that he's probably athletic and somewhat smart with his average vocabulary," I ranted as I tried to forget about that youngest male red head.

Charlie arched his eyebrow. "You fancy him?" I blushed, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"I'd like to meet him," I admitted. "Wanna see what he's like for real. What about you? You fancy anyone?" When he shook his head, I sighed slightly with relief.

Charlie got up to leave right about now but I pulled him back down. He turned to look at me questioningly. I nearly giggled, he looks cute and adorable when confused. So much for trying to ignore him.

"Can you stay? I wanna talk. I don't know you, and you don't know me. Let's get a chance to know each other." Charlie nodded and sat back down on my bed.

"What do you wanna talk about?" he asked, quirking his eyebrow. I giggled before answering.

"Oh, I dunno. What kinda stuff we like, hate and that kinda stuff," I told him beforing nearly hitting me my forehead. I just had to say 'stuff'? That does not sound intelligent.

"Well, I like chocolate and all other junks and sweets and I hate healthy foods," Charlie started.

"Me too, except I like fruits. Certain fruits like apples and grapes," I added. He was smiling now. At me or what I was saying?

And that was how we spent the next the next hour, just talking and laughing in each other's presence. I had conjured up some tea because the weather was getting a bit cold, but other than that it was pretty peaceful. Dinner had now long past and Charlie had to conjure up some sandwiches.

Now at about ten pm, there was another knock on my door. But before we could answer, Ginny walked in. "Hey guys. Everyone's down at the beach bonfire and we're getting ready to play truth or dare. Wanna come?" Charlie looked at me, his eyes asking, no PLEADING for me to come, so I nodded. "Yes! Meet you there in five minutes." She ran out of the room, leaving us alone again. Thank god she didn't notice my flushing. Now I feel much more comfortable around him. There's no blushing or thinking he's handsome. Or any other thoughts for that matter...(blush)

"You ready to face them? Ron might not be there," Charlie told me, helping me stand. I nodded.

"I'm not scared of him, and I will not let him ruin my life and happiness," I declared confidently. Smiling at me, we both walked over to the huge blazing fire in the midnight blue sky. Midnight blue's my second favourite shade of colour, and I think Charlie's wearing that same colour shirt. Plus the glittering letters at the collar looked like shining and twinkling stars.

"Ok!" Charlotte announced, clasping her hands together. She's pretty cool, I talked to her a couple times and she seems sweet. Sweet enough for Sirius. "Now it's time for spin-the-bottle-truth-or-dare! Ghost stories will continue tomorrow. This," she held up a silver pendant, which was old and rusty, "is a truth detector. It glows blue depending on how much truth you're saying. If you pick truth, you have to wear this. If you pick dare, then you MUST do the dare otherwise I will be forced to hex you." We grinned.

Looking around, I saw that Ron was also here. I abruptly looked away, and felt someone grab my hand and squeeze it. I smiled up at Charlie. Then we both sat down next to Remus and Harry and Charlotte spun the bottle first. It landed on...

A/N Truth or dare game in next chapter. Right now, it's going to be Ron's POV ever since he yelled at Hermione.

Ron's POV

"You BITCH!" Crap. I shouldn't have said that. Now she has tears streaming down her cheeks and she's running away. She dropped her present. "We ARE OVER!" I winced. I really upset her

Maybe there really isn't a secret admirer note, saying 'thank you for shaggin me'? I read it over and felt the heat come to my cheeks. I am such an idiot.

"YOU IDIOT!" Ginny screamed as she flew down from the sky. "HOW DARE YOU!" Charlie and Harry flew down next to her and I could tell Harry was fuming. I think they heard me, even from fifty feet in the air. CHarlie marched over to me and the next thing I knew, I saw red dots.

"Why'd you say that to her?" Harry snarled, snatching away the box and card. I was on the ground, on my knees. Molly and Arthur soon came rushing over.

"I'm-I'm s-sorry!" I cried out, sobbing.

"I am ashamed to ever call you my son!" Mum screeched at me from behind. I was in disbelief. "That was disrespectful to Hermione and you know it! Calling her a bitch? Well young man, every night for the next week you are going to help the elves scrub the dishes! Now go, get out of my sight!"

"I'm very disapointed in you, Ronald," Arthur added. Standing up and my head down, I started to walk away. But not before hearing Charlie's words to Harry.

"Lemme that, Harry. I'll give them to her, you stay here with everybody else and play Quidditch." Anger fumed inside me, I stalked off.

Needless to say, they didn't appear for TEN HOURS. They didn't even show up for dinner! I bet they're shagging somewhere or making out heavily. I clenched my fist in anger. She's CHEATING on me! And my own BROTHER?

Once Bill had heard about what I did, he had added to the punishment. "Never, EVER talk to Hermione again unless she talks to you first, or you're gonna meet a whole bunch of angry people," he threatened while I gulped. Remus looked pissed and was planning payback with Sirius, I'm sure. Everyone else was mad.

Now here I am, scrubbing the dishes as fast as I could so I can play Truth or Dare. I don't think anyone wants me there anyway, but I need to see Hermione. And break her off with Charlie.

I devised a plan for those two hours that night scrubbing dishes. Then I went to the bonfire to see Hermione. She's gonna be mine. And if I will have to kill Draco to get to her, I will. I'll even murder my own brother. Yes, I will get her.

A/N There ya have it, a Ron blinded by jealousy. Now I wanna ask you all, should I actually make Ron a murderer? Or make him try? Review please!