Hermione strided through the Entrance Hall with purpose. Her face was tear streaked, and her eyes red and puffy. When she reached the Great Halls oak doors, she halted.

She reminded herself that this was an act. It was not real. She was still Harry Potters girlfriend. All would resume to normal after this. Except for the late night snog sessions with Harry.

Hermione strode into the Great Hall, directing her eyes to the ground. She sniffled and headed to the Gryffindor table, who were all happily eating supper. She glimpsed at Harry a smirk playing at her features. She then masked her face with outrage and hurt. She sat down next to Parvati, who was gossiping with Lavender about Witch Weeklys claim that ballerina flats are the new "in".

"I was telling Ronnikens that I'd prefer ankle boots over ballerina flats any day. And he told me that I'd look great in -- what's up Hermione? Have you been crying?" Lavender inquired.

Parvati whipped her head around. "Yeah. Your eyes are puffy and red. And your nose is runny. What's wrong?"

Hermione inhaled deeply. "Harry and I had an arguement. It was very bad. So I broke up with him."

Lavender and Parvati gasped. Ron, who was sitting next to Lavender, craned his neck to see Hermione. He was feeling a mixture of emotions, from relief, joy, sadness and surprisingly... anger. Anger came from Harry hurting Hermione. He was definitely going to talk to him tonight.

"Are you serious? You were this weeks hottest gossip!" Lavender whined.

Parvati frowned, and then her face tuned into a bright smile. "And now you're going to be next weeks gossip!"

Lavender grinned. "I wonder how fast Padma could spread the news in Ravenclaw? I reckon if we told her now, all the girls will now that Potter is back on the market by tomorrow lunch. Hopefully the news spreads itself to Hufflepuff and Slytherin!"

Lavender and Parvati took off, without another word, to Padma. Padma was told the situation, who became just as excited as her sister and best friend. She looked at Hermione and gave her a pitiful look, before whispering to Cho Chang that Harry Potter was on the market again.

Hermione rolled her eyes, and looked glumly at her plate of food. She had to keep up the act, otherwise someone might see her acting strange. Her appetite suddenly gone, Hermione took off without such as a backward glance at Harry.

Little did she know a red headed Weasley was hot on her heels.

Hermione turned up a corridor on the sixth floor. She was humming melody to herself, unaware of the footsteps following her. She only realised someone was following when they grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.

"AAHHH -- Hmmghf". Someone had shoved their hand on Hermione's mouth to stiffle her scream. The person turned Hermione around to face them.

Hermione visibly calmed. It was Ron. Ron lifted his hand from her mouth.

"What are you doing Ronald?" Hermione asked.

"I wanted to ask you a question," Ron said simply.

"Well, spit it out then," Hermione said, crossing her arms.

"Is it true? You and Harry have split up?"

Hermione dropped her arms, and stared at the ground. She had been hoping for a different question. Any other questions she would be fine with. But Harry specifically said that it is mandatory for Ron to believe that they had seperated. The words that she had rehearsed over and over spilled out of her mouth.

"Yes. We are still friends, but it just wasn't working. I hope you won't be affected in any way," Hermione said, looking up. Ron looked relieved.

"Er -- so Hermione... would you like to give us a go then?" Ron asked, his hand going up to his hair to ruffle it. Hermione noticed that he was stepping closer. Hermione slowly started to edge backwards, until her back hit the wall. Ron lifted his hands and rested them on the wall on either side of Hermiones head, to trap her in between his arms. "So what do you say?"

His breath smelt of pumpkin juice and treacle tart. Treacle tart. Harry's favourite.

"Er -- what about Lavender?" Hermione stuttered. He was way to close to her. She was very uncomfortable.

"Ugh... Don't bring her up. All she wants to do is snog me. Never once do we have a reasonable conversation," Ron reasoned.

Hermione pursed her lips. "It's too soon Ron. I'm still trying to recover."

Ron frowned and asked, "will you go out with me when you've recovered then?"

Hermione sighed. "Listen Ron. I think of you as a brother, and I always will. You are an amazing guy and any girl would be lucky to have you!"

Ron dropped his hands and stared at her. He mumbled something incoherently and stalked away.

"Ron!" Hermione called after Rons retreating figure. He didn't turn around. "Oh Ron. I'm sorry."

Authors Note:

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HermioneSmexyBeast