Hello! Long time no see!

Hopefully you like this chapter because it is full of jealous teenage angst.

AKA- Enter Cormac McLaggen.

Thanks to Be11a and Cheeeesy for the beta! Plz go check out their fics 'The Loft' and 'Sweet Home Ottery' which are also still being updated and I AM OBSESSED!

This chapter covers the second part of chapter five of the original.

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It had been over a week since Ron had spoken to or even seen Hermione- the longest he'd ever gone without doing so since he was eleven. Even when he was grounded, he still managed to see her from her window and send notes to her using the pulley, but now, other than her bedroom light occasionally switching on and off, there was no sign of her whatsoever.

It felt empty without her constant presence in his life, and Ron was slowly but surely going barmy.

He was still mad at her, but as time went on, he could feel the anger giving away to the hurt underneath, although he tried to keep it at bay. Over and over he purposely thought about and read the cruel words she had written to him, trying to remind himself why he was upset with her.

Not that he wanted to fight. Ron had always hated fighting with Hermione- despised it actually- but this time he was determined not to be the first to give in. She had gone off on him for no good reason, and he hadn't deserved it.

Hermione needed to apologize first.

The very second she did of course, Ron would forgive her wholeheartedly, and they could go back to the way they had been before, which was what he really wanted. She was being stubborn though, and it was taking far longer than Ron had first anticipated. So long that he was starting to doubt his 'plan', and was barely managing to hold himself back from marching over to her house and demanding they talk things out.

However, the fact that Hermione wasn't trying to talk to him either showed Ron that she was still mad at him. That was also motivation not to try and make up with her first, even though he desperately wanted to. So, he kept his curtains closed, and when he wasn't at school he stayed inside his house. He made no moves to contact her at all, and by the time Friday rolled around, Ron was looking forward to the upcoming party at Dave's- eager to escape the stress that fighting with and not talking to Hermione caused.

It was still a little too early to head over to Dave's, so Ron was sprawled out on his bed reading a sports magazine to pass the time. As he flipped a page about halfway through, Fred flung open the door and strolled inside, ignoring the irritated look that Ron shot at him.

"Hey, Ronniekins, come outside and toss the ball around with me. George has an 'earache' and doesn't want to."

Ron rolled his eyes. "What makes you think I want to?"

Fred chuckled. "That's kind of the point, little bro. I'm trying to help you out here! You've been in such a shitty mood lately because you and Hermione aren't talking, and now you have to stroke your own coc-"

"Shut up!" Ron yelled, chucking a pillow at Fred's head. "Don't talk about her like that!"

Fred smiled. "Alright, Ronnie. I'm sorry."

"No, you aren't," Ron mumbled.

Fred fell into Ron's small desk chair and smirked. "No. I'm not."

"Please get out of my room," Ron tried, even though he knew that Fred wasn't going to go away so easily.

"My own brother," Fred said, acting scandalized, his hand over his heart. "He never wants to spend any time with me!"

"Fred," Ron groaned. "I really don't feel like dealing with your antics right now!"

"Let's talk about some rumors that've been circulating around lately," Fred went on, completely ignoring Ron's plea. "Apparently you, Ronald, are quite the ladies man. I've heard that you disappear into those rooms upstairs with a bird quite often at Dave's parties."

Ron felt his face heat up. "Not every party," he mumbled.

Fred beamed. "Didn't think you had it in you little bro! Well- I mean I knew to a certain extent- you are a Weasley after all."

Ron said nothing, hoping that Fred would get bored and leave soon.

"But then, I can't help but wonder if that's what's got Hermione so upset."

Ron let out a humorless snort. "Yeah, right."

"I'm serious. Now that you two are older and more people are involved, things are bound to get more complicated."

"No shit," Ron muttered.

"Are you still denying the fact that you have non-platonic feelings for our pretty little neighbor?"

Ron shifted his gaze away. "I don't," he said in a quiet voice.

Fred sighed, his voice now uncharacteristically genuine. "You don't even have to admit it, Ronnie, it's written all over your face."

Ron cleared his throat and stood up, dropping the magazine down on his bed. "If you want to toss the ball, let's toss the bloody ball."

Fred stood up as well. "Anyway, I'm sure that whatever is going on between you and Hermione will pass soon. You two care too much about each other to stay apart forever."

Ron gritted his teeth. "I'm going to head to Dave's house in less than an hour. If you want me to toss the fucking ball with you, Fred, let's go."

Now in an irritated mood, Ron led the way downstairs before opening the front door and stepping outside.

The first thing he noticed was that there was a small black Mercedes parked in front of Hermione's house. He was a bit curious, but figured that it was probably one of the Granger's friends over for a visit. His eyes scanned their yard, but Hermione nor her parents were anywhere in sight.

Before he could think about what he was doing, Ron's eyes traveled to Hermione's window, surprised to see her curtains open for the first time all week. He could see that she wasn't in her room, but a pang of sadness crossed his chest. Maybe her opening her curtains was a sign that she wasn't mad anymore, that she missed him as much as he'd been missing her.

"Hey, Fred," Ron called as he threw the ball to his brother. "Five minutes alright? I'm going to go talk to Hermione."

Fred laughed as they continued passing the ball. "Ten. And yeah, alright."

Ron shook his head, letting out a laugh, now in a much better mood. He'd just caught the ball and was about to toss it back when he heard a tapping sound. When he turned his head to see what it was, he froze, every nerve ending on high alert at the sight in front of him.

His heart caught in his throat as he watched Hermione walking down the sidewalk towards the street, presumably to the black Mercedes. The noise he heard was coming from the high heels she was wearing as they clicked on the pavement. Hermione held eye contact with him for only a moment before turning away.

Ron had to blink a few times as he'd never before seen Hermione as she was now. She was wearing a short, semi-revealing dress, and her face and hair were made up as if she were going out somewhere fancy.

As confusing as all of this was, the most pressing matter was the fact that she was holding hands with a bloke Ron had never seen before. He looked at least a few years older than Hermione, and Ron felt a shiver run down his spine.

The man was tall and wide, with styled dirty blonde hair and expensive looking clothes. As he walked, he wore a smug grin, as if holding hands with Hermione was no big deal because he took girls out all the time.

Ron turned his head away, unable to watch anymore. His jaw was clenched, his heart thumping in his chest, making him feel dizzy. Fred's mouth was gaped open, his eyes traveling back and forth from Ron and Hermione.

Sure, Ron had always known that one day this was going to happen, but he hadn't been expecting it now. He'd also thought that it would be a gradual thing. Hermione would come home from university, tell him that she'd met someone, and he would have time to process things and prepare himself for the horrible heartbreak he was sure to experience. Not that he'd ever be okay with seeing Hermione with anyone else, but he hadn't been expecting to be completely caught off guard like this at all and it made it a thousand times worse.

Reality had just slapped him so fucking hard that he was reeling.

Shaking, Ron turned his head again to watch the man open the car door and help Hermione inside before closing it and walking around the front of the car to get to the driver's side. He studied the way the other man moved, and was repulsed by the way his chest proudly puffed out.

He wanted to hit him.

They were gone so fast that after the car had spun around the corner, Ron wondered if he had just imagined the entire thing. That theory was unfortunately disproven when Fred let out a loud breath.

"Shit. That's- that's tough."

Ron tossed the ball to his brother before storming off inside, ignoring Fred, who was trying to call him back. He made it upstairs to his room and slammed his door shut.

What the fuck?

What. The. Fuck.

Hermione had laid eyes on Ron for the first time in over a week- hadn't acknowledged him at all- and had then left with some cocky looking prat?

It was obvious that it was a date, and unless Hermione had gone on another one this last week, Ron knew it was her first.

"Fuck," Ron muttered, falling down on top of his bed, closing his eyes.

Hermione looked stunning.

She had certainly never dressed like that for him. Not that Ron needed her to. To him, she looked just as beautiful in pyjamas, her hair a frizzy mess around her head.

He groaned at the thought of whatshisname, and what he had to be thinking. He was probably ogling Hermione right now- maybe even touching her. Ron punched his pillow at the thought. What if Hermione planned to have sex with this git? What if he tried to pressure her into it?

Ron didn't think Hermione would go that far on the first date, but then again, he never would have thought that she would wear a dress like that either. Besides, Ron was well aware that girls had needs just as much as blokes did, and it was a possibility that it could happen.

Not that Hermione having sex with anyone else would ever change the way he felt about her- because it wouldn't- but the thought of someone else touching her the way that Ron had always wanted to was too hard to stomach.

He leaned over and picked up the corded phone on his nightstand before dialing a number.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Dave," Ron said, not even having to pretend to sound glum. "I talked back to my mum earlier and she grounded me. Won't be able to make it tonight."

"Dammit! Okay, okay. Next one, alright?"

"Sure thing."

Ron hung up the phone and flopped back down on the bed. No way would he be able to manage being around people right now, even if the thought of getting shit faced was a tempting one.

He skipped dinner, letting his mum know that he wasn't feeling well. He didn't leave his bed at all, the room growing dark when the sun went down.

He would alternate from thinking about too much, to not thinking at all, too overwhelmed to process everything.

He wondered what Hermione was doing. If she was okay. Surely she had good judgement and would soon realize that she'd made a mistake picking that guy. Even after a few seconds of laying his eyes on him, Ron could tell that Hermione's date was an egotistical arrogant prick, and he hoped Hermione would be able to see it too.

Every second he lay in bed seemed to last forever, and Ron listened as his house grew quiet, the only sounds now coming from distant traffic or a barking dog here and there.

Almost four hours after they left, Hermione and her date were back. Ron jumped out of bed when he heard the sounds of a car coming down the street, sighing in relief when he spotted the black Mercedes.

He watched as whatshisname parked the car and helped Hermione out before leaning back and pulling her body to his. Ron had to fight the urge to cry when they started to kiss, Hermione wrapping her arms around the man's neck.

It hurt. So much. It felt like he was being physically beaten, even though nobody was laying a finger on him.

There was no fucking way that this arsehole could possibly care for Hermione the way Ron did, no way he even knew her at all. But that didn't matter because he was still the one getting to kiss her- getting to kiss the only girl that Ron would do anything to be with.

Harder still, was the fact that Ron was now reduced to a pathetic idiot who could do nothing but watch from his window, not even sure if he and Hermione were even friends anymore.

He felt sick and closed his eyes, the horrible image burned into the back of his mind.

He was not okay.

Ron opened his eyes to see them still kissing, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip so hard he tasted blood. His eyes then moved to his mum's van, a plan forming inside his head. It was childish but he didn't care.

Running downstairs as fast as he could, Ron reached the key rack and grabbed his mum's keys. Once they were in his hand, he ran back up to his room to look back out of the window to see the bastard's hand kneading Hermione's bum as they continued to snog.

Glaring down at the disgusting display, Ron's finger pressed hard against the alarm button, not letting go until the minibus started lighting up and honking, causing the couple in the street to jump back from each other, their hands over their ears.

Ron held his breath when Hermione spun around to stare directly at his window, and he stayed still, hoping she wouldn't be able to see him in the dark. Regardless, Ron knew Hermione was smart and it was pretty obvious who was behind setting off the alarm.

She then spun back around to give her date one last kiss before he backed up and got into his car.

"Yeah, go on and leave now," Ron muttered, Hermione saying something to the prat that Ron couldn't make out.

Once the car had driven off, Ron silenced the alarm, and the night was once again quiet. Hermione took off practically running towards her house, and Ron knew he was in for it. She looked furious, so he tried to prepare himself for whatever she was going to do or say.

With a sigh, he wrote on a piece of paper before opening his window and sending it across to hers.

How long have you been seeing that git?

Only seconds after sending it, Hermione was yanking open her window and snatching up the note.

The only git is you. That was so juvenile what you just did.

Ron had been expecting her anger, so he tried not to let her words bother him. If he was being honest, he was pretty happy that she was writing to him again after so long.

I didn't do anything.

Oh so your mum's car alarm just happened to go off as I was snogging my date?

Weird, I know.

I know that you did it. I'm surprised that you aren't at one of your stupid parties.

Ron wasn't going to let her change the subject. He needed to know more about what had happened that night.

I didn't feel like going. Who is he?

His name is Cormac, and he is much nicer than you are.

Cormac? His name sounded like a fucking foot cream.

Hm. Did you enjoy your date?

I did. Very much so. Cormac really knows how to show a girl a good time. He doesn't just 'hook up' with them at parties.

Good for him. He looks like a prat.

I don't care what you think. Besides, who I go out with is none of your business.

I didn't say that it was my business.

Good. Because it's not. Leave me alone.

Gladly.

Ron shut his window, feeling even worse than he had before.

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Three days later, Ron and Hermione still hadn't talked, and Ron's inner turmoil was wearing him thin. He was hurt, every single thought riddled with the fact that Hermione was talking to 'Cormac' and not him. But despite his hurt and his anger, Ron missed her and was about ready to go grovel at her feet and beg her to just drop everything so they could be close again.

He'd been watching her house every day, and that weekend he'd seen her leaving several times. While she hadn't been particularly dressed up when she'd left, Ron still had a sinking feeling that she was meeting up with Cormac, and the feeling always lasted until she was back at home again, no black Mercedes in sight.

Ron really was starting to question his sanity. He was spying on her for fucks sake!

Since age eleven, he'd known pretty much everything about her, and the fact that he now didn't know was driving him mental. Frankly, Ron was ashamed of himself for how desperate he was to get any information about her.

Pathetic.

Although Hermione's curtains had been open all day, she hadn't been in her room, and now it was almost dinner time. As if confirming this, his mum hollered from downstairs that dinner would be ready in ten minutes, and Ron let out a sigh as he stepped back away from the window, hoping that none of his family members would ask him if he'd 'made up with Hermione yet' because he surely would snap if they did.

Just then, there was a sound of a car door shutting, followed by a few faint barks from one of the neighbor's dogs. Walking back over to the open window, Ron tried to inconspicuously peek out from beside his open curtains, his heart dropping in his chest as he recognized Cormac's Mercedes.

The prat was still in the car, checking his hair and teeth in the rearview mirror, grinning at his reflection as if he were a gift to humanity. Once he seemed satisfied, Cormac stepped out, wearing a nice pair of trousers and an expensive looking navy blue button down shirt. He headed towards Hermione's house, his chest puffed out with a confidence that Ron knew he himself would never possess in a million years.

Halfway up the sidewalk, Cormac threw his hand over his shoulder, locking his car with a loud beep.

"Wanker," Ron muttered under his breath.

To Ron's disappointment, Cormac was welcomed into the house immediately, and within several minutes Hermione was walking into her room hand in hand with him.

Ron spun around and started rifling through his drawers, not wanting her to know he was looking. He then sat on his bed and pulled his arms over his head pretending to stretch as he glanced over again at Hermione's window.

They were snogging.

Not only that, but the pretentious fuck had his hands under Hermione's shirt and was feeling her up. As Ron watched, his mouth wide open in shock, they fell to her bed together, Hermione under Cormac, and Ron swallowed, trying not to vomit.

Hermione clearly knew that Ron would be able to see them like this. He had no idea what she was trying to pull, but Ron wasn't going to sit there and watch.

He'd never been all over a bird in front of her! Lavender didn't count, because she had kissed him. Hermione, on the other hand, was practically throwing Cormac in Ron's face.

Letting out a growl of frustration, Ron yanked his curtains closed and turned around, searching through his hamper to find his nicest shirt before throwing it on. It was wrinkled as hell, but he didn't care. He opened his bedroom door and stomped out, slamming it shut behind him before thundering down the stairs.

"Mum, I'm going to Hermione's for dinner," he yelled, not even waiting for a response before throwing the front door open and practically running out of his house. He knew he'd probably be in trouble with her about it later, but right now, he wasn't worried about that.

He made it to Hermione's house and knocked on the door, giving a smile to Mr. Granger when he answered with a look of surprise on his face.

"Hello, Ronald. How are you?"

Ron shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "I'm good. Hermione invited me over for dinner."

Mr. Granger's eyes furrowed for only a second before he stepped back. "Oh. Well I'll let Jean know, I don't think she was aware that you were coming."

Ron stepped inside, and together they walked into the kitchen.

"Jean, honey. We have another guest."

Mrs. Granger turned around, her eyes widening at the sight of Ron. "Oh hi! Hermione didn't tell me you were coming tonight!"

Ron shrugged. "Sorry it's so last minute, I didn't know if I'd be able to make it."

She smiled. "That's okay, Ron. You know you're always welcome here."

Mr. Granger gestured to the table and the two of them walked over and sat down at it.

"So, Ron, have you met Cormac?" Hugh asked, taking a sip of the beer in his hand.

Ron gulped, wishing that he, too, had something to drink before getting into this particular conversation- preferably something much stronger than beer.

"Nope, not yet, actually," Ron said, hoping that his distress wasn't showing on his face.

"Well, he seems nice enough," the man continued. "But between you and I, I think he's a bit full of himself." He cleared his throat. "But if Hermione likes the bloke, I guess that's all that matters," he finished.

"Yeah," Ron managed to say, avoiding the older man's eyes.

"You know, Ron, I really think she-" Hugh stopped talking, and when Ron looked up, he saw Hermione enter the kitchen hand in hand with Cormac. Hermione's hair was disheveled and she looked flushed- something that Ron was not pleased to see. If the irritated look on Mr. Granger's face was any indication, he felt the same.

Jean Granger saw her daughter as well and shook her head. "Hermione dear, I wish that you had told me that you invited Ronald to dinner too. I hope that we have enough, as he eats more than anybody I know!"

Hermione's eyes snapped to her left and she met Ron's gaze. Trying to appear as if everything was normal, Ron gave her a smile, but he held a sturdy gaze, challenging her to say that she hadn't invited him. It took her a few seconds of stunned silence before she seemed to pull herself together, but once she did she beamed at him as if she were ecstatic that he was there.

Grabbing Cormac's arm, Hermione led him to the table, both of them sitting down at the furthest seats available.

Ron felt a flicker of annoyance, but he pasted a smile on his face before standing up and walking over to them, leaning across the table to offer his hand to Cormac.

"Hi. Ron Weasley. I'm-"

"The neighbor." Hermione cut in sharply.

Ron grit his teeth. So now he was just 'the neighbor'?

"Oh." Cormac said, looking surprised. "Nice to meet you, Ron. Cormac McLaggen."

Ron smiled and nodded, again thinking what a bloody stupid name it was.

"So do you go to University, Ron?" Cormac asked.

Ron opened his mouth to answer, but Hermione let out a bark of laughter. "No. Ron here is still in high school!"

It took everything in Ron not to snap back at her. Even though he already knew he was inferior, he didn't appreciate the fact that she was throwing it in his face and forced a smile to hide his discomfort.

"So what do you study, Cormac?"

"I aim to get my Bachelors in business." Cormac said proudly. "I plan to take over my father's company some day, once he retires."

"Oh really," Ron feigned great interest. "What company is that?"

"His company designs sports gear, logos and such."

"That's amazing!" Ron said, his voice overly enthusiastic.

"It really is." Hermione agreed, looking up at Cormac as if he'd hung the moon.

Mrs. Granger then brought out the large dish of shepherd's pie and set it in the middle of the table. Everybody took turns loading their plates, and for a moment conversation was at a stand still. Jean then started to ask more questions about Cormac's father's company, Cormac all too happy to talk about himself.

Ron ate his food, staring down at his plate and purposely drowning out Cormac's pompous voice as he droned on and on.

Hermione would shoot him a glare every once in a while, and Ron would shoot one right back at her. She had her hands all over Cormac's arm as he spoke, leaning her head on his shoulder and gazing up at him in a very unlike-Hermione way. Ron had to try really hard to keep his cool, and focused on eating the food that he could hardly taste.

Ron had no idea what Hermione saw in this egotistical arsehole who probably cared more for his car than he did for Hermione. She was far too smart to go falling for the act that Cormac was putting on and it confused and angered him.

Cormac didn't know the first thing about Hermione Granger- not like Ron did.

Hermione still shot glares at him, but over time Ron stopped glaring back, his anger almost all burnt out. He felt disheartened and just wanted to go home and forget this night had ever happened. He noticed Mr. Granger shooting him sympathetic looks but Ron ignored them, determined not to give himself away.

Ron said nothing the remainder of the meal, feeling an extreme amount of regret that he had even come over in the first place.

What did he think was going to happen? That Hermione was going to leap from Cormac's arms into his?

Obviously not, but Ron had once again let his anger and irrational jealousy fuel his actions and the only things it had led to was an extreme amount of suffering and even more anger directed at him from Hermione.

At the end of the meal, Cormac said his goodbyes, announcing that he should be heading home as he had an early morning class. Ron lifted his head to give him a look of contempt, but met Hermione's gaze instead. By her expression, Ron realized that she probably thought his glare was meant for her, and he let out a sigh as she spun around and headed out the front door with Cormac to see him out.

"You were quiet this evening, Ronald," Jean said. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes ma'am, I'm fine. The food was just so good that my mouth was too busy for conversation."

"Well that's certainly a complement!" she laughed.

When Ron looked at Hugh, he again noticed the sympathy on his face. He opened his mouth to make some kind of joke to ease the tension when Hermione came back into the house, practically slamming the door shut behind her. She walked right past the three of them, not bothering to say anything or even look their way.

"Hermione!" her mum said in an incredulous voice, noticing Hermione's icy behaviour.

"That's okay Mrs. Granger," Ron said politely. "I should be headed home anyway."

"Goodnight, Ron," Jean said, still eying her daughter.

"Yes, have a great night, Ron," Hermione said sarcastically before turning around and racing upstairs.

"I must be missing something," Jean said, her eyes turning back to Ron, whose cheeks were starting to redden.

"I'll walk Ron to the door," piped up Hugh, and Ron gave him an appreciative nod.

Hermione's mum still looked confused but turned and headed back towards the kitchen, presumably to start cleaning up.

"Just give it some time," Mr. Granger said in a quiet voice as they walked towards the door. "It's definitely not going to last long."

Ron swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded.

They made it to the front door, and Ron opened it and stepped outside. "Could you tell Mrs. Granger thank you for dinner?" Ron asked, realizing he'd forgotten to do so.

Mr. Granger nodded. "Of course." He paused. "It will be okay, Ron. You'll see."

Ron nodded again, and as soon as the door was shut, he headed back home, walking in and slipping upstairs unnoticed as the majority of his family were in the living room watching something loud on the TV.

He made it to his room and opened his curtains to see that Hermione's were now closed, the light in her room on.

She was undoubtedly furious with him, and she had every right to be.

He shouldn't be interfering, despite how much he felt that he needed to. It was just seeing her with someone else made him see red and act like a prat, but that wasn't her fault.

Regardless, as her former best friend, Ron still felt as if it was his duty to let her know that Cormac wasn't good for her and that she could do so much better.

Hermione deserved to have someone who cared about her. Someone who was more invested in her than his own bloody appearance. Someone who wanted her for her and not just to get a leg over.

Knowing that it was probably going to start a fight, Ron sent a note across to her, prepared to take whatever insult she flung back at him.

He's not good enough for you.

Hermione opened her window almost instantly, shooting him a dirty look before snatching up his note.

He most certainly is. And it's none of your business anyway.

He just wants to get into your knickers.

I really really like him and I can tell that it's getting pretty serious.

Ron felt his heart drop.

So he has then?

Has what?

Gotten into your knickers.

Again, that's none of your business.

That's a yes.

That's a 'none of your damn business'.

Have you slept with him or not?

So what if I have? What does it matter to you?

I just don't want to see you get hurt.

HAHA, that's hilarious. So says the person who called me a stuck-up snob and has pretended that I don't even exist this whole last week. Forgive me for not taking your concern seriously.

Again, Ron felt the guilt of everything he'd said and done recently. He wrote down an apology, but made sure to let her know that she wasn't innocent in this fight either.

Ok. You're right. I'm sorry for saying those things, it was wrong of me. But to be fair, you did start it, and you were much more cruel than I was. I was actually really hurt by what you said, and that's why I ignored you. I'm sorry.

Well, I'm sorry too, for what I said I mean. But I'm still mad at you for being an absolute prat these last few days. Setting off car alarms, showing up uninvited to dinner- why are you trying to sabotage my relationship?

Relationship? So he's your boyfriend now?

As a matter of fact, yes. Not that you would know anything about how relationships work as you've never been in one.

That's only because I choose not to be.

Of course. You prefer casual sex with drunk girls. What a stud.

Ron took a calming breath, not wanting a repeat of last time. He was tired of this and ready for all of this shit to be over with.

I'm not responding to that. I don't want to fight with you anymore, Hermione. Again, I'm sorry and I miss you.

No Ron, it's not that easy. You are jealous that someone else is now in my life and you just want me to be at your beck and call all of the time. You constantly need attention, and you are upset that you aren't getting any from me anymore, admit it.

Do you really think that's why I'm upset?

I don't think. I know. You are selfish, Ronald Weasley, and you don't want me to be happy if you aren't.

What? Are you serious Hermione? You can't really believe that.

I do.

Didn't want her to be happy? Sure, he had been an arsehole lately, but her saying that he didn't want her to be happy stunned him. How could she think that?

I'm trying really hard to remain level-headed right now. Please, let's just forget about all of this and be friends again.

Maybe you need a lesson on how to be a good friend then. Friends don't try to sabotage their friends' relationships. Friends don't set off their mum's car alarm when their friend is snogging their boyfriend!

Oh come on! He was grabbing your ass in the middle of the fucking street!

And you wouldn't have known that if you hadn't been spying on me.

You've spied on me before!

Not intentionally.

That's a lie and you know it. But of course, you would never admit that you have done anything wrong. You're perfect.

More perfect than you at least.

You know what, I won't even deny that.

Is that sarcasm?

No Hermione, it's not. You are far superior to me in every way and I've always known it. You are meant to go so much further in life than I am and that's caused me to not ever say or do- Shit, I'm not making any sense. You are so bloody perfect that it's literally made my life a living hell.

What are you even talking about Ron? What is that supposed to mean?

I'm a realist, Hermione. Let's just say that I'm realistic about certain things and how they will turn out.

What things Ron? You are making NO SENSE!

Ron was glad that she didn't understand. No way was he going to ever tell her how he felt. Again, his emotions had gotten him in trouble and he knew he'd already said too much.

I know. Just forget it.

You can't just write things like that and then tell me to forget about it.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything at all.

But I don't even know what you meant? Just talk to me Ron.

No. I'm a selfish prat who doesn't want to see you happy, remember?

Why are you being like this?

To be honest, because of you. I'm batshit crazy when it comes to you Hermione. You are the only one who can drive me absolutely insane.

Is that an insult?

No it's not. It's just the truth. I'm going to go to bed now, I'm tired. Sorry if I ruined your date.

Without waiting for a response, Ron closed his window before turning around and collapsing on his bed, his hands over his face.