AN- …So..it's been like a month and a half. Haha. My longest not updating. lol. don't get mad. I was like totally stuck on this chapter and when I finally got the inspiration I wrote a lot. So this is one of the extra long chapters to make up for the lack of updates. More random notes at the end.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.

Recap:

"Yeah?" I asked nervously, not daring to look at his face.

"When were you planning on telling me that you were Herman?"


"Wh-what?" I stuttered, "I have no idea what you're talking about…."

"Yeah, I think you do," Ron said seriously.

"Well, you can't prove it," I snapped immaturely. Could I think of a worse thing to say?

"Oh, really now? Then you wouldn't mind me telling Harry about this little assumption that Luna has?" Ron mocked.

Well, I'm never telling Luna anything, ever again!

"No, Ron! You can't!" I said desperately, tugging his arm, like a child.

"Why not?" he asked bluntly, "I feel betrayed you know? How long has it been, 6 months? (AN- Sorry. I completely lost track of the time…so lets just say that school started in the beginning August, and since they already had Christmas break, and they're back at school, I'd say it's mid January.) And this whole time, you were lying to us?"

"I didn't want to! It's just that I didn't want to risk telling you guys! I didn't wanna lose you guys as friends, and I knew you'd think I was lying to you guys the whole time!"

"How do you know I don't think that now?" Ron asked, annoyed.

"See! This was exactly how I thought you would react! Ron, I swear, our friendship was completely real," I said, exasperated, "Besides, now our friendship's even stronger than before right?" Ron glared. "I mean, you were best friends with Hermione, and best friends with Herman, and since I'm actually both, I'm the…err…Super best friend!" I said lamely.

Ron sighed, "You have a point there…except you lost me at the 'super best friend' part…"

Yeah. That was a mistake.

"But I guess its okay. I mean you are the same person….."

I nodded.

"Hey, hold on a second! Are you actually a guy or a girl? Cause Luna didn't really make that clear…"

"Ron!" I yelled, hitting him playfully on the shoulder, "I'm a girl!"

"Jeez," Ron muttered, rubbing his shoulder, "I was just kidding!"

"So…everything's fine between us now, right?" I asked tentatively.

"Yeah, why not?" Ron replied, turning back into the carefree guy he was. Wow. Sometimes it pays off to have a best friend who couldn't care less. "But I still gotta tell Harry!"

"No! You can't!" I said, urgently, "He's not like you! He'll never forgive me!"

"Yes, he will!" Ron said, "He's our best friend, remember? He wouldn't just disown you! He adores you!"

My cheeks turned red. Apparently, everyone thinks I like Harry and he with me, but I chose to ignore the adoration part. "Ron! Harry isn't like you! He takes everything seriously!" Ron shot a glare at me, but I ignored him, "I mean, like, he wouldn't be like you and just say, 'Oh, I don't care that you've been pretending to be two people for the last couple months! Let's stay friends forever!' He'd probably think I was really lying to him…."

"Hermione! Me, and especially Harry, would never abandon you! You're our best friend! You said so yourself!" Ron said, exasperated.

For once, what Ron said actually sounded logical. But I couldn't risk my friendship with Harry just yet. I wasn't even ready to tell Ron yet! I wouldn't have either, if Luna hadn't blurted it out.

"You don't understand! I just don't wanna risk our friendship yet, you know? You and Harry mean a lot to me, and if Luna hadn't told you, I don't think I would've found the courage to face you with the truth. I mean, I'd be totally devastated if you guys left me! Just give me a little bit more time to secure my friendship with Harry, okay? Then I'll tell him little by little and th-"

"ACHOOOO!" Ron sneezed loudly.

"Way to ruin a serious moment…" I muttered.

"Excuse me," Ron mumbled, and I glared at him, "What can I say? I gotta sneeze…"

Ron cleared his throat, "Well anyways, don't worry! I won't tell Harry, even though I think it would be a very good idea if you did. The sooner you tell, the better. But it's your choice." Ron said.

Behind the jokes and everything, Ron's actually a really good friend.

"Thanks a lot, Ron! You're the best!" I said cheerfully, giving him a great big hug.

"Yeah, I know!" Ron said proudly.

"Well, let's get going! They're probably wondering where we are!" I said, joyfully, skipping down towards that path.

"Hey, hold on a sec! You didn't think that that was it right?" Ron called, smirking.

"Uhm..actually, yes," I said, confused. I thought we resolved everything..

"Oh, no! You don't think I'd keep your secret for nothing, did you?" Ron asked.

"Actually, yeah…" I muttered, weakly.

"Oh," Ron said stupidly, "I did too!"

I looked at him, confused.

"Anyways," Ron shook his head, "I've decided to blackmail you!" He said proudly.

"What?" I exclaimed. Who does that? Tell someone that you're blackmailing them?

"I'm blackmailing you! That means I'm threatening t-"

"I know that it means!" I snapped.

"Yup! If you don't do what I say, I'm gonna tell the whole school your secret! So, I want you to…………"

I waited to hear the horrible deed Ron wanted me to do.

"Do my homework!" He exclaimed proudly.

"That's it?" I yelled, "I already do that!"

"Yeah, but you don't do it willingly! I still have to sneak up on you to copy it. But now you have to actually do it for me!" Ron said confidently.

"That's the sorriest excuse of blackmail I've ever heard of," I said calmly, "If you're gonna blackmail me, at least think of something worthwhile!"

I mean, come on, I purposely let him look over my shoulder to copy. I just never told him because he seemed to have fun being James Bond and sneaking up on me.

"Fine!" Ron said indignantly, "I'll tell you when I think of something."

"Can't you just not tell? I mean we're best friends right?" I pleaded. I didn't want to risk any chance of Ron actually thinking of a good blackmail.

Ron looked at me confused, "I was just kidding! Don't think of this as blackmail, just think of it as a favor you owe me, okay? We are best friends. I would never tell anyone your secret! I just felt like calling it blackmail," He said simply.

I'm amazed at how Ron manages to function everyday, thinking like that.

"You know what? I think I'm just gonna forget this whole conversation about blackmail happened, okay?" I said, "All that matters now is that you're not gonna tell anyone right?"

Ron nodded.

"So that's it. Everything will be just the same."

"Except you owe me a favor!" Ron chirped.

"Yeah, yeah!" I muttered, "Let's go!"

Back at Hogwarts-
After Hogsmeade Trip

"Whew," I sighed, as I lay down on my bed in the boys' dormitory. The whole time I was at Hogsmeade, Ron seemed like he was about to explode and yell out my secret to everyone. Yeah, well, Ron never was one to keep secrets. Nor was Luna. Turns out she has quite a soft spot for Ron. All Ron did was tell her about my little trip up the stairs to the girls' dormitory, and she spilled everything. And soon after that, Luna's been hanging all over Ron! It's actually kinda weird…her acting all girly and giggling whenever she was around him. Yet it's strangely entertaining watching Ron run away from her all the time.

Anyways, I still trust Ron not to tell anyone. So now, Ginny, Luna, and Ron know…but Harry still doesn't. Should I tell him?...

Nah.

Just a little while longer. In the meantime, though, I gotta be careful now…I don't want anymore people finding out. Which reminds me, Ron never told me what favor he wanted me to do…He probably forgot. I wouldn't be very surprised.

Well, finally some peace and quiet. I left dinner early, I was exhausted! And taking a shower really helped. Maybe I can finally relax…

BAM. The door flung open, and five boys piled in, yelling and laughing, breaking the silence.

"I'm gonna take a shower now!" yelled Seamus to no one in particular, and made his way to the bathroom.

Everyone else just kinda made their way over to their bunks and lay there, stuffed with food. Except Ron that is, who kept on staring at me. It was getting kinda creepy.

And after, like, two minutes, out comes Seamus, towel wrapped around his waist, apparently done with his shower.

"Seamus! Are you done already? You were only in there for two minutes!" exclaimed Neville, who cared a lot about personal hygiene.

"Yeah, so?" said Seamus, innocently.

"Put a shirt on, mate!" yelled Ron, who was surprisingly quiet.

"Why? We're all guys, what's the big deal?" asked Seamus, confused.

"Cause Herm-" I cleared my throat loudly, "Err…Just do it!" cried Ron, who threw a shirt at his face.

"Yeah, whatever," Seamus grumbled, and slipped the shirt on. Then he collapsed onto his bunk and began reading a magazine, like nothing happened. Everyone followed his example and began doing their own thing once again.

"Ron!" I whispered, climbing off my bed, and over to his, "Is everything alright? You're acting kinda weird…"

"Well, I just need to get used to a girl being in the dormitory, okay?" Ron asked innocently.

"It's just me! Hermione!" I whispered, "What's there to get used to?"

"I dunno…" Ron rolled on, "I'm just trying to, errr, protect you!"

Jeez. That sounds corny.

"From what?" I asked annoyed.

"Well, you're kind of the only girl in a guy infested dormitory…" Ron reasoned.

"They don't know that…" I muttered.

Ron ignored me, and continued again, "You know what? I'm worrying too much. I mean, you're just like Ginny! When we're at home, she's always the only girl, and there are no problems there!"

I nodded my head in agreement.

"But it wouldn't hurt for me to try and help you, would it?" Ron said, apparently talking to himself now, "Yeah, it wouldn't! I mean, you could live without seeing Dean's dirty clothes lying around the floor, and everyone wearing practically nothing to sleep…"

"True," I said bluntly, I could totally live without that.

"With me here, you have nothing to worry about! I can't imagine what you must have been feeling, living with a bunch of blokes like them…" Ron said, amazed.

"You wouldn't believe it!" I said chuckling, "Just try and act normal though, okay?"

"Yeah, of course! I always act normal!" Ron exclaimed.

"Yeah, sure…" I said jokingly, walking back over to my bed.

"Don't worry about them while you're sleeping, okay? I'll stay up all night and make sure they don't harass you!" Ron said heroically.

"RON!" I exclaimed, both annoyed and happy, "Nothing's changed! I'm just one of the guys to them! And besides, that would make you seem like a stalker..."

"You're right," Ron said, laughing at himself, "I'm acting like an overprotective brother!"

"Don't worry about anything, okay?" I said, making my way back to my bed.

"What was that all about?" asked Harry, who was sprawled across my bed.

"Oh, nothing," I said calmly, "Ron was just asking for homework help."

"Oh, okay," Harry said, "I'm gonna take a shower now, before Neville gets in. It takes him ages!" And he got up and walked briskly to the shower, and slamming the door right in Neville's face.

"OW!" said a shocked Neville, who was massaging his flattened nose.

I feel guilty now. Hiding this from Harry. For some reason, I didn't really mind as much hiding it from Ron. But now that it's just Harry, I'm filled with guilt. Would it really be that bad if I told him? Gahh!! I'm too tired for this…I'll think about it in the morning….

The Next Morning-
Great Hall- Breakfast

I feel like my head's been hit by a truck! I didn't get a wink of sleep last night, with all those thoughts about Harry figuring out my secret. What's wrong with me? Harry's like all I think about now…..I guess he and Ron have become a big part of my life….

"Great news!" exclaimed Ron, who finished his breakfast surprisingly fast, "Mum's got us tickets to the Quidditch World Cup! It's gonna be two weeks from today!"

"That's great, Ron!" yelled Harry, who was by far the most excited about this bit of news, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?!?"

"I only got the letter this morning! Mum and Dad are planning to get us out of school in about a week and a half. We're gonna get their about two days before the festival begins, but Dad wants to avoid the crowd. I don't think Dumbledore will mind much, from what I've heard, he's quite the Quidditch fanatic!"

I snorted into my orange juice, right at the moment. I mean, I cannot imagine Dumbledore being one of those people yelling and screaming in the stands. That was Harry and Ron's sort of thing.

"What's so funny?" Ron asked seriously.

"Nothing," I replied calmly.

He and Harry gave me strange looks, but returned back to their conversation.

"By us…You mean," Harry asked nervously, "You and Ginny…"

"And you too, of course!" Ron said heartily.

Harry let out a sigh of relief, "Good…I was beginning to think I wasn't invited."

"Of course you were! Mum absolutely adores you!" Ron exclaimed, "Which reminds me, Mum was wondering if Hermione wanted to come…" He said, glancing at me for a few seconds.

"I don't like Quid-," Harry gave me weird stares, and then I remembered. I'm not Hermione, I'm Herman right now…"Nevermind," I said quickly.

"Hermione doesn't like Quidditch," Ginny chirped, on my behalf.

"Well," Harry began, "Invite her anyways! I haven't seen her in ages!"

"Uhm..you mean two weeks? You can't live without her for two weeks?" Ginny said, giggling.

Harry's face turned red, "That's not what I meant!" he said angrily, "Forget it…"

After Ginny's giggling fits ended, Harry regained his composure, "How about you, Herman? Would you like to come?" he looked over at me, then at Ron, "If that's okay with you..I assumed you guys have an extra ticket right?" Ron nodded, "And besides, you didn't go to the Burrow for Christmas, so this makes up for it."

"Yeah, you should come!" Ron said, snickering, knowing perfectly how much I hated Quidditch.

"I don't like Qudditch, Harry!" I said firmly, "In fact, I think it's rather boring."

"Come anyways! It'll be fun..it won't be Quidditch twenty-four-seven!" Harry pleaded, "And you get to miss school!"

"I don't see why that would be a good thing," I muttered.

"Have I ever told you that you remind me of Hermione?" Harry asked out of nowhere, "I mean, I know you've never met her before, but I swear if you met her you'd be shocked by how alike you two are!"

"No way…." I said nervously, "I mean, errr, from what I've heard, it seems like we're polar opposites."

"Well," Harry began, "You both look similar, in some freakishly weird way. And both of you like to read, both of you are the smartest in class, and you both hate Quidditch."

By this time, I was so nervous, I didn't know what I was saying, and before I knew it, I blurted out, "Actually I really like Quidditch! I think it's the greatest sport in the world!"

"But you just said you thought it was boring…" Harry said, confused.

"I meant…My life's boring without Quidditch!" I said stupidly.

"So, you'll come?" laughed Ron, who seemed to be enjoying this.

"No. Yes." I blurted out. Jeez…I must sound mental, then I finally made a decision, "Yes. I'll come." I said firmly.

"Excellent!" Harry said, "You'll have a great time! And you'll get to meet Ron's brother. I can't wait till you meet Fred and George. I swear, they're the craziest guys you could ever meet!" Harry said, laughing.

Great. I'm beginning to think this wasn't the brightest move.

Ron and Ginny were trying to stifle their laughter the whole time, leaving Harry oblivious to everything.

Ginny, who was sitting next to me, whispered in my ear, "You must be happy. Getting to spend another two weeks with Harry!"

"Shut up!" I snarled, pushing her lightly, "I'm going as Herman, remember?"

"Doesn't mean you can't change," Ginny said, as a matter-of-factly.

I was about to reply with a witty comeback, until I heard a chorus of girls screaming, which might I add, is quite annoying.

"OHMYGOD!" squealed a girl, Marietta Edgecombe, I think, "You're back!"

"What's going on?" I whispered to Ginny. She just shrugged her shoulders and continued staring at the commotion which was taking place near the Ravenclaw table.

"I missed you so much, Cho!" yelled another girl, who's name escapes me.

"Cho?" I asked, genuinely confused, "Never heard of her."

"You don't know who Cho Chang is?" exclaimed Ginny, "Well, I guess you there's no way you could've. She left after her fourth year, to go study abroad or something. And apparently, she's back."

"Oh, that's it?" I asked, disappointed. I thought it was something exciting.

I got back to eating my breakfast, until Luna popped out of nowhere, and squeezed herself next to Ron, pushing a strangely downcast Harry aside.

"Good morning, Ron!" Luna said cheerfully.

"Hello, Luna," Ron mumbled, clearly annoyed by her presence.

"Did you know Cho Chang's back? I got pushed off my table cause of her. Everyone's making such a big deal of her coming back…."

I agree. I'm mean, she's just one person.

"Harry? Aren't you going to go and say hello?" asked Luna curiously.

"No," Harry replied, his face stoic. Apparently, over his excitement about the Quidditch World Cup.

"Why would Harry go and say hi to her?" I whispered to Ginny. I can't lie, I was curious.

"Uhm…" Ginny started nervously, "She and Harry went out for awhile. Until she broke up with him..Nobody knows why though."

"Oh," was all I managed to say, until I regained my composure, "I thought it was something serious," I choked out.

"But it is! Aren't feeling even a bit hurt?"

"Nope. Not really." But I was strangely depressed. But I better not mention that to Ginny.

Before Ginny could say anything, Luna began talking again, "I didn't just come here to tell you that Cho was back. Actually, I wanted to tell you that my Dad got tickets to the Quidditch World Cup! And I've got an extra one if you wanted to come…." She concluded nervously.

"I got my own," Ron said coldly.

"That's great! That means we can spend time together at the Cup!" Luna said, not at all fazed by Ron's remark.

"Well, anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to walk to class with me today!" Luna exclaimed.

Ron muttered something that I couldn't understand, and then Luna said, "I guess that means yes! I'll see you later then, okay?"

Ron didn't reply, so she just got off the bench and skipped back to her house table.

"Looks like someone's got a little crush on Ron!" Ginny mocked, laughing at Ron's red face.

"It's not my fault!" Ron objected, "I swear, she's everywhere! Whenever I turn around she's always right there! I can't escape her!"

"I guess she likes you enough to tell you my deepest, darkest secret," I muttered angrily.

No one heard my comment, and just continued teasing Ron.

"You'll get to spend time together at the Cup, Ronald!" jeered Harry, who seemed to be back to his old cheerful self.

"Shut up!" Ron yelled.

But we all continued laughing. Just not as loud.

When we finished our breakfast, Ron pushed us out the door quickly, and made us sprint towards the dungeons.

"Hurry! Before Luna spots we're gone!" Ron whispered, as though afraid Luna might hear us somehow.

"Ron!" Harry exclaimed, "You're overreacting!"

Ron ignored him, and began down the hall that would lead us to Snape's room.

"I've got to go," Ginny said, "Herbology's the other direction."

"Bye!" Harry and I called, as Ginny walked away.

Seconds later, I heard Harry moan in frustration, "I left my Potions book in the Great Hall! I've got to go get it!" And he sprinted away.

That's just like him, forgetting everything.

"Wait up, Ron!" I called to the boy who was more than halfway down the hall by then.

He slowed down his pace, but didn't stop, "Hurry up!"

I ran the rest of the way until I reached him, and the both of us walked briskly towards Snape's dungeon. Then, Ron stopped abruptly.

"What's wrong?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"I've just thought of the most brilliant idea," Ron said in an amazed voice.

"What? What?" I asked, excited, it's not everyday Ron thinks of something brilliant.

"I've thought of the perfect plan to get Luna to leave me alone."

"What is it?"

Ron paused, "Let me ask you something first. I need a girl's perspective of things."

I nodded my head, trying to think of what Ron could possibly be planning.

"Girls don't usually go for guys that already have girlfriends, right?"

"Decent girls don't go after taken guys," I added.

"Yeah, yeah," Ron said, nodding his head, "So if I were to have a girlfriend, Luna would back off?"

"I guess so, yes. Luna would never steal someone's boyfriend," I said, as a matter-of-factly.

"Then it's settled," Ron said happily, "At the Quidditch World Cup, you are going to pretend to be my girlfriend!"

"What?!?" I yelled, flabbergasted, "What on earth makes you think I would do that?"

"That's the favor," Ron said firmly. I looked at him in confusion, "The favor you owe me for not telling anyone your secret!"

"Some friend you are," I muttered, "Real friends wouldn't bribe you…"

Ron chose to ignore this too, "Come on! It's just for two weeks. After that, we're even, and we'll be 'super' best friends once again."

"Why don't you ask some other girl?" I asked, annoyed.

"You're the only girl that I'm friends with," Ron stated.

"Oh," I replied, not sure of how to respond to that. It was actually kind of sad…

"But Luna would never believe us!" I exclaimed, "She would tell in a second that we're pretending!"

"You don't know that!" Ron pleaded, "Please! I won't annoy you ever again!"

"Fat chance," I mumbled, then a thought hit me, "I'm going as Herman, though, remember?"

"Doesn't mean you can't change," Ron said, confidently. Like brother like sister.

I still wasn't convinced, and Ron could tell. But then he started grinning like a maniac, "You don't want Harry to get mad, huh?" he said slyly.

"Wh-what are you talking about?" I asked, flustered. I had no such thought. Really.

"Yeah, right…." Ron said, laughing. So he's trying to trick me into saying yes now, huh? Well it's not gonna work. At least, I don't think so…

"Don't worry, Hermione! I don't expect you to like me like me. I already know you like Harry!" Ron said, laughing.

"I do not!" I replied immaturely.

"Then you wouldn't mind helping me then, will you?" smirked Ron, who knew he had already won this battle.

I sighed in frustration, finally giving in, "You owe me big time!"

"Yes!" Ron said, pumping his fist in the air.

It's not that big a deal, right? I mean, now I have an excuse to change into Hermione, without Ginny teasing me about it…

Just that second, Harry ran up to us, "Come on! Let's go! We're gonna be late!"

It was now that I realized what a stupid plan I agreed to. Gahhh…Ron really owes me big time. But in a way, he kind of helped me. I mean, everybody knows I don't like Harry. So, pretending to be Ron's girlfriend should be no problem. No problem at all.

12 Days Later (A Week and a half)
Morning-Great Hall

"I hope we're not causing too much trouble," said Mrs. Weasley, "But I'll make sure they're not slacking on their studies!"

"It's quite alright," Dumbledore replied, "Just be sure to tell me all the details about the match!" he chuckled.

"We've got to get going," Mr. Weasley exclaimed, "The portkey's due to leave in an hour!"

"Well, get going then," Dumbledore urged, lightly pushing Ginny, "All the others have left already!"

"Others?" I asked, confused.

"Of course! You can't have expected you guys to be the only ones leaving for the Cup!" Dumbledore answered.

"Oh…" I said awkwardly. I seriously thought that we, besides Luna, were the only ones leaving.

"Who else is going?" Ron questioned.

"Hmm.. Draco Malfoy, of course, the Creevey Brothers," Harry groaned loudly at this bit of information, "Miss. Abbott, of Hufflepuff, Michael Corner, Ravenclaw, just to name a few. Many, many, others are going as well. I expect you'll see them at the Cup….Oh! And Miss Chang as well!" concluded Dumbledore.

"Cho?!" Ginny and I both exclaimed. We looked over at Harry and he looked like he was about to throw up.

"You okay, Harry?" Ron asked, "No big deal. I doubt we'll even see her at the Cup!"

Harry ignored him and began to follow Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

Ron sighed, and followed Harry.

"Let's go, Hermione!" Ginny said, tugging my shirt, "We'll worry about her later!"

I nodded my head, and made my way over to the Weasleys' old car.

"Where's Fred and George? Bill? Charlie? Percy?" I asked.

"Percy's not coming. Not a fan of Quidditch. And the rest of them wanna apparate there, so we'll just meet them there," Ginny replied.

"Why don't we apparate there?"

"Cause Mum doesn't want any of us to get lost. Ron and Harry always manage to get to the wrong place all the time, so she just thought it would be better for us to all go together with the portkey." Ginny explained.

I nodded my head, imagining all the weird places Harry and Ron have ended up in.

"I wanna sit in the window seat," I said, once we reached the car.

"No, I want to!" Ginny argued.

"I'll take this window seat and you can have the other one."

"This is mine!" exclaimed Ron, who planted himself next to the other window, leaving Harry in the middle, "But I have an idea! I'll pick a number between 1 and 50. Who ever gets the closest gets the seat."

"That's stupid," muttered Ginny, "But whatever. I pick 49."

And now comes my strategic thinking. If I pick 48, then no matter what, I'll win. Cause even if it's like 12, I'll still be closer. Unless Ron picked 50. But there's no way he would pick a number so obvious!

"48," I said confidently.

"Ginny wins," he announced, "I picked 50."

I could seriously kick myself right now. But I just climbed into the car and sat down next to Harry. There was barely enough room for Ron, Harry, and myself, and when Ginny squeezed in next to me, I seriously couldn't move. Ron grunted when Ginny slammed the door and he got pressed up against the window.

"Why can't we enlarge the car?" I asked.

"Wanted to," Mr. Weasley replied, "But it's the corporate car and they won't allow me to make it enlarge any more. They don't want any muggle civilians to see a 10 people pour out of a convertible."

I nodded my head in understanding.

The whole ride was uncomfortable. Ginny's legs were scrunched against the door, Ron was basically sitting on top of Harry, and Harry's elbow was poking my rib, and I couldn't get the guts to tell him to move, cause he seemed to be in an angry mood, rather then sad.

And we didn't really feel like talking, with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sitting in the front.

Finally, we arrived to a deserted field where I saw a group of people huddled in a circle.

"We must hurry!" said Mr. Weasley, and he sprang out of the car, and hurried to get our luggage out of the extremely small trunk, "Everyone's already there!"

Somehow, Ron managed to dislodge his arm from under Harry and pushed the door open. And we all poured out the car.

"I'm never going in that car again!" exclaimed Ginny, who was stretching her legs.

"Help with the luggage, children!" called Mrs. Weasley, who was dragging a shockingly bright yellow luggage across the field.

Harry ran to help Mrs. Weasley and Ron began to help his father with the other luggage.

Ginny and I together carried an extremely large suitcase across the ground to a family of five huddled around a rather grotesque old boot.

"Hurry up, Arthur!" called Mrs. Weasley, who had situated herself next to the a little boy who was holding his mother's hand.

"We're coming!" answered Mr. Weasley, who was dragging a total of three suitcases, and Ron who was carrying the rest.

"Geez. How much stuff did you bring, Ginny!" said an exasperated Ron.

"They're not all mine!" objected Ginny, "A lot of them are Herman's!"

"Oh, right…" Ron replied awkwardly, knowing perfectly well that I had packed luggages of girls' clothing and boys'.

Harry and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were already situated around the portkey, and Ginny, Ron, and I, had to squeeze ourselves inside the circle.

"Excuse me," I said, squeezing next to Ron and a little girl who was no older than seven.

The little girl giggled when she saw me.

Is there something on my face? I quickly wiped my face with my hand. Nothing. Then the little girl motioned for me to bend down.

I bent down and she whispered in my ear, "Why are you dressed like a boy?" she giggled.

"How did yo-" I stuttered, "I mean, what are you talking about?"

"You're a girl!" she laughed.

I finally gave up, "How'd you know?" I muttered.

"Cause you look like one!" she laughed.

"Well, don't tell anyone!" I warned.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Cause..we're..err…playing a game!" I announced.

"What kind of game?" she asked curiously.

"A secret one," I answered logically, "So you can't tell anyone, okay?"

She looked skeptical, so I added, "I'll give you a chocolate frog!"

"Three," she replied.

"Two," I said stubbornly.

"Four."

"Fine!" I whispered. I just got ripped off by a seven year old.

She giggled and said, "Come find me at the Cup, okay?"

"Yeah, whatever," I replied. Surely, she would forget..no big deal.

"One more minute!" called an out of breath Mr. Weasley.

We all extended our arms out to touch the filthy boot. It was rather hard, with all our luggages, but somehow we managed to fit.

Mr. Weasley was staring at his watch, counting down.

And finally, it was 11:00 am exactly, and we were transported to the Cup grounds.

It was a rather uncomfortable experience, but when we landed it was even worse. We all landed on top of each other and our luggage tumbled everywhere.

All the children were laughing, while everyone else, including me, were groaning.

Mr. Weasley was the first to recover, "Let's get moving! Don't want to get caught up in the crowd, now do we?"

Everyone grunted in agreement, and the other family got up and set off for the campground while we were still trying to gather our luggage.

But before they left, the little girl ran up to me, "I won't tell anyone okay? I like this game!" she giggled, "But don't forget my chocolate frogs, okay?"

I grunted, and she ran after her family, laughing and laughing.

"What was that all about?" asked Ron.

"Nothing," I answered. I'll tell him later.

"Come on!" called Ginny, who, along with Harry, Mr. Weasley, and Mrs. Weasley, were walking towards the campsite.

After a short, but excruciating walk, we finally made it to the campsite.

"The others are already here," Mrs. Weasley said, and led us off to our area.

Once there, we found four ordinary tents already set up, but inside, they were anything but ordinary.

"Hello!" called Mrs. Weasley, and immediately, four heads were stuck out of tent.

"Mum!" yelled Fred and George, who ran out of the tent, along with Bill and Charlie, who tagged along behind them.

"Hello, hello," Mrs. Weasley said hurriedly, "Let's get everything set up first. Arthur and I will be in the first tent," she pointed to the tent in the far left, "Fred, George, Charlie, and Bill will be in the tent next to us. Ron, Harry, and Herman, you boys will be next to them. And Ginny, you'll get that last tent."

"How come Ginny gets her own tent?" whined Ron.

"Cause I'm a girl! I need my privacy!" she snapped, and lugged her suitcases into her tent.

"Hello, I'm Bill," said the eldest Weasley brother, and shook my hand, "You must be Herman."

"Err..yeah.." I replied awkwardly. It was strange..them not knowing who I was.

"Name's Charlie," said the other Weasley brother.

"And we're Fred and George Weasley," said the twins, "The most devilishly handsome boys in the whole Weasley family!"

I scoffed, and they immediantly shut up.

"Don't we know you from somewhere?" they asked, suspicious. They got right up in my face, examining every little detail.

"I don-I don't think so," I answered nervously.

"Okay, then," they said cheerfully, and ran off into their tents.

I let out a sigh. It really need to find a better disguise.

The Next Day-
Morning

Well, today's the day. Ron and I are going to find Luna and tell her we're going out. And once she gives up, our charade will be over. And Ron made me swear not to tell anyone, not even Harry or Ginny, because they might tell Luna on accident. And then it'll be even worse.

So I woke up early, left a note for Ron and Harry saying I was off exploring the campsite.

Then I snuck off into Ginny's tent, where I kept my other clothes. Ginny knew that I was going to change into a girl, but she didn't know why, so she wasn't surprised when she saw me in her tent. She grunted when she saw me, and went back to sleep. And by the time I was all dressed, everyone else had woken up.

So I had to sneak out the back of Ginny's tent, through shrubs and bushes, which I might add, were infested with insects.

Finally, I was out of sight of the Weasleys' and Harry. I began to walk back, this time on the trail, so it would seem like I was just casually strolling and then I would see them, and meet up. Blah, blah, blah.

"Is that you, Hermione Granger? I had absolutely no idea you were going to be attending the Quidditch World Cup," said Ron, obviously reciting the line he had memorized yesterday.

"Hermione?" asked Harry, whose face immediately lit up, for some reason. It was the first time I heard him talk since yesterday.

"Hey…" I said nervously, recalling the story I had some up with yesterday, "Some friends of mine had extra tickets and they wanted me to come. I didn't want to but I didn't want to waste them. It was last minute so I didn't get the chance to tell you yet."

"That's wonderful, Hermione, dear!" Mrs. Weasley said cheerfully, "Would you like some breakfast? Ron's friend isn't here right now, so we have extra."

"Sure," I answered, I was starving.

It was working out perfectly, except for all the lies Ron, Ginny, and I had to make up for all the questions that they asked me.

I was about to tell Ron that Luna wanted to talk to him, so the both of us could get away.

That was until Cho came.

"Hey, Harry," she said nervously.

Harry froze, and slowly looked up from his food.

"Good morning," she said to everyone, but then turned to me sharply, "And who are you?" she asked coldly.

"Uhmm…Hermione Granger..." I said, confused.

"And…" she waited for more.

"And what?" I snapped, now angry.

Within these few minutes, Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie had snuck away from the area.

"Cat fight!" yelled Fred and George, until Bill and Charlie dragged them away.

"This is Hermione. She's a friend of Ginny's from Beauxbatons," Harry said firmly.

"Oh…you're Ginny's friend," she said to me.

"She's our friend," Ron and Harry said together, both ticked that she was here.

Cho looked taken aback, but continued on, "Well, nice to meet you, Hermione," she said, with a strange glint in her eyes, "Good to see you Harry! Maybe we could hang out sometime!" and with that she walked away, and I heard her say something that sounded strangely like, "Harry's mine."

What a psycho. Good thing Harry's completely over her.

I think.

Are you proud of me? 20 pages! On my computer at least. I'm not too happy with this chapter yet, but I decided I wanted to put it in anyways because it's been way too long since my last update. I'm sorry if this chapter's kinda confusing. And too much Ron/Hermione stuff for my liking.
Bad ending, huh? I had no idea where to end, so I just stopped at 20 pages cause it was beginning to get too long.
Well anyways, more HHR next chapter, for sures. And Ron and Hermione's little plan. And more of evil Cho. lol.I don't really know where this story's going right now…so if you have any ideas, suggestions, comments, anything, please tell me! I need them. haha.Till chapter 8 (which I have no idea when I'll be done)! Bye!

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