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A/N: This is a short chapter, I know. I mean... yeah. The next chapter is being edited by me and the one after that is being written. I update really quickly. I write too much for my own good. SO ANYWAY, I'm sorry this is so short for the first chapter. Okay, tell me how horrible this is and tell me mistakes PLEASE! I don't want to be sporting a stupid mistake without knowing for like ever... Also this is another stupid chapter. I really am bad at beginnings. Don't worry. It'll get better. Like the next chapter!

"Love you, Hermione. See you later," said Ron quickly as he pecked Hermione on the cheek and disapparated out of the kitchen in number 12 Grimmauld Place. Hermione turned around to see that Ron had left his jacket on the table. Knowing that he'd most likely apparate back to fetch it, she turned around and continued to do dishes. After 10 minutes Hermione got a little suspicious so she apparated to his room, trying not to leave her arm or eyebrow behind seeing as she just got her apparating licence, in the Burrow and blindly threw it to where she thought the bed would be. She got a very unexpected response as she looked up to double check to see if it didn't land somewhere hidden.

"What the bloody hell Ron! Why is she here?" screamed a naked and embarrassed looking Lavender Brown.

"Excuse me but I think I should be the one asking that," growled Hermione, frowning.

"What does it look like?" asked Lavender with an evil smirk.

"It looks like my boyfriend is cheating on me with you," answered Hermione, sneering.

Lavender laughed, "Your boyfriend? Hun, I think you need to visit Saint Mungo's." Lavender laughed again as she muttered a spell and her clothing appeared on her body again.

"Ronald Weasley!" yelled Hermione, "You tell me what the hell is going on."

"Don't talk to my Ronnyki–," screamed Lavender but she was interrupted by Ron.

"Okay. Both of you. I'm sorry. I didn't know you'd find out," explained Ron, then he turned a deep shade of crimson, "That may have sounded bad. Okay. Let me rephrase that. I'm sorry and I didn't want either of you to be hurt and I love you both." Both Hermione and Lavender started yelling at the same time.

"Ron Weasley! How dare you?"

"YES! THAT'S RIGHT. How dare you?"

"You know what? I'm not going to–"

"I'm leaving! We're through! Don't you talk to me ever again. And if you–"

"I'm gone! Good bye!"

The two girls stomped out of the room and down the stairs into the Burrow's living room. They left Ron hiding his head in his hands and a deep crimson color. Downstairs, Lavender and Hermione were hugging and apologizing.

Hermione was lying on her bed sobbing hysterically. She had put a silence charm on the room and locked the door. Two big things in her life had happened. She made friends with Sirius Black, the man every girl wanted to be with, and began to like him a little and then Sirius had died and now Ronald Weasley, her ex-best friend and her ex-boyfriend, had cheated on her... or had he cheated on Lavender with her. Hermione suddenly felt very dirty and screamed while trying to wipe the contaminating germs away. Hermione would have loved very much for someone to come in and hold her until she fell asleep, but no one knew how she was feeling, so of course, it wouldn't happen. Eventually, Hermione had exhausted herself with crying and fell asleep.

"Hermione?" asked a deep voice. Hermione turned her head a little to see Sirius staring down at her with concern filling his eyes. Hermione turned her head back into the pillow and hiccuped. Then she felt Sirius's warm hand on her back.

She wiped her eyes and looked up at him and managed to say, "I'm sure he hates me now."

"Come on," Sirius said, "No one can hate you."

Hermione laughed sadly, "No. Everyone can." Then, she turned away but Sirius turned her face back to his, gently.

"No one," he whispered, his face so very close to hers. They hadn't noticed it had happened but they were kissing and kissing pretty passionately at that. Hermione was the first to realize it and she pulled away.

"Shit," she whispered and ran away. Sirius said, "I'm sorry! Hermio--"

Hermione woke up abuptly after being poked. She opened her aching eyes and looked over at the person. It was Harry. This was the first time he had actually come out of his room since Sirius had died and on top of that surprise, he was grinning from ear to ear.

"Hermione. I have got the best news. You won't believe it!" he said rather excitedly.

"Wha? Tell me," Hermione whispered, her mind still aching horribly from the good crying she had the night before.

"Sirius! He's alive!" he yelled. Hermione's eyes opened wide after she realized what Harry had just told her.

"What? Really? Ca– can we see him?" she asked, sitting up.

"He's in Saint Mungo's now. We should be able to see him soon," Harry answered. Hermione got up and hugged Harry tightly. Finally, she could stop worrying like mad about Harry and maybe stop feeling guilty about Sirius. No, she thought, No! Him being alive doesn't make me feel less guilty. I cheated on Ron for a moment. Yes, but he cheated on me. No! He used me so that is twice as bad. Oh my god. What am I thinking? What am I going to do?