I don't own anything, wish I did but I don't. So I just imagine I do, so here we go.

"Hello Hermione,"

Turning to face Neville she could see a pleading look in his eyes. Almost like he lost something and she could fix it. What was he expecting her to do? She couldn't take back what had happened little less what was said.

"Hello Neville, how's Herbology?" Bringing up his favorite class was the only way she knew how to give him a small piece of the 'old times'. Either not realizing what she was doing or not care about it, he started rambling on about Professor Sprout, the green house, and something about a horned lizard. After pushing around something that looked a little like chicken for the ump teenth time she gave up on the idea of eating all together and tried to pay attention to Neville. What was it about Herbology that thrilled him? It was just gardening for witches. But seeing how happy it made him made her smile,

"I'm glad you're enjoying it. I'm sorry but I have some...uh...homework to finish." Standing up from the table her eyes locked with Harry's for a fraction of a heart beat. Hastily turning away she could feel her cheeks burn red as blood rushed to them. As she quickly passed Ron and his group, who were now auguring over which broom was better for flying, a first year ran past her causing her to fall full into Viktor Krum's arms.

Words can't describe the way girls swoon over the Quidditch player. Viktor was a tall, thin, shallow young man with dark hair and eyes. He had a large curved nose, thick black eyebrows, and was incredibly clumsy when his feet were on the ground. Hermione never really understood the what was so desirable about this Bulgarian wizard.

"Are you ok?" His voice came out deeper then she expected.

"Uh, yes. Thank you for catching me, I would hate to make a trip to the hospital wing."

"I would hate to see such a pretty fan in the infirmary" as he brushed a lose strand of hair behind her ear, he gave a smile that made all the girls around squeal.

It was at that point she noticed all of this had happened in front of Ron's table. Glancing at her fellow Gryffindors, she felt more embarrassed then the first time she tried to ride a broom. The only thing that made it worse was the fact that Dean Thomas had a half eaten piece of bread hanging from his mouth. Ron could have been the poster child for shock.

Wiggling out of his grasp, she practically ran out of the great hall. She replayed the whole scene in her head as she sprinted up the stairs and screamed the password to Gryffindors tower at the Fat Lady.

"There's no need to scream, I'll let you in." The portrait was nearly open a crack before she pushed he way in. She practically flew up the stairs (no pun intended, ok maybe a little) to her waiting bed, throwing herself onto the pillow she starts balling. Not bothering to change out of her uniform, she starts fiddling with the sheet till she falls asleep.

Her dreams were the only place where she could escape her newly chaotic life, she could dream about any thing. She could be home with her parents, spending time together, having Sunday afternoon tea. She could date Harry and still have Ron in her life, study together in the common room. She could ride on the back of Harry's broom as she clung to him for dear life. She could dream that she never found out she was a witch, have a normal childhood. She could hold his hand in the open. These are the thoughts that lulled her to sleep.

She woke to the sun coming through the window near her bed, she could hear the other girls get ready for the day. If she went to Madam Pomfrey claiming to be sick would she excuse her from class? She got up from bed as she came to the realization that faking sick would only bring professor McGonagall to question why she wanted out of class. Not wanting to mess with questions she got herself ready for class. Ginny came running up to her as she entered the common room.

"I need your help, after class." She looked a little more flushed then normal. Was it the running or the task at hand? What could have her so frazzled?

"Do you need help with some homework?"

"No, I want you to come help me deliver a message." A message? Was that it?

"A message to who? From who? About what?"

Ginny shifted her weight from foot to foot, played with the hem of her jumper and bit her lip all to avoid Hermione's question. Bashfully looking up she whispered so soft and fast not even a bat would be able to hear her.

"ToHarryfromRonaboutthefirsttask" Was she expecting Hermione to under stand that?

"What?" Leaning a little bit closer she was almost right on top of the youngest Weasley.

Ginny spoke a little louder, not enough for anyone else to her,

"The message is to Harry from Ron about the first task." With a pleading look in her eyes she nearly begged for a companion to join her on her task. Hermione always wanted a younger sister and Ginny was as close as she was going to get. She always had a hard time telling her no,

"We'll tell him after class, ok?" It was at that point that Ginny threw an enormous hug around Hermione.

"Thank you! Thank you! I didn't want to go alone with the way the boys have been fighting,"

"Ya I know." Did Ginny know why they weren't speaking or just thought it was because of the Games, like most of the school did? She couldn't just come out and ask her, she didn't want to lose another friend. Would she be able to speak to Harry without blushing?

I hope I kept your interest, hope to post again in a few