No Longer Friends

A/N: Sorry it took so long to update this time, but I don't think anyone noticed, so no harm done, right? Well, if you did notice send me a review… please, so I know I'm loved. Anyhoo, I hope you guys like this chapter. I, yet again, have based it off life, because that's just more fun. Specifically, this is based off my Japanese class and this odd competition this guy and I had about who had more friends. I'm pretty sure I won ;)! So, enjoy it, I know I do.

Disclaimer: Still, still don't own anything.

Harry could see that glint in Ron's eye, that glint that always implied he was going to do something that can only be described as drastic. Harry was bent on making sure that Ron saw the end of this bet, not to get his sickle back, but make sure Ron learned his lesson and saw the "light" that the rest of the world saw. But, before Ron could call off the bet, Harry was saved by Neville lumbering into the room frantically searching the cluttered room for something.

"Umm… Neville, what are you doing?" Harry asked quickly before Ron could stop glaring, start yelling, and call of the bet.

"Looking for my Charms homework," Neville said in a muffled voice from deep under Dean's bed, but jumping out from under it after finding some unidentified food covered in who knows what.

"Oh… I see," Harry replied totally confused, "but, umm… why are you in such a rush? It's still lunch time."

Ron nodded, forgetting momentarily about canceling his bet.

"What?" Neville said with utter confusing dripping from this one word, but yet not looking up from the chest he was looking in. "Class is going to start any minute now. Ah, here we go," Neville said as he from his paper under Seamus's sock in the massive pile of clothes they had in the corner of the room, pushed behind a door. "If I were you, I'd be getting to class too. Flitwick won't be happy if you're late," then he looked the two of them over, "…again." And with that Neville ran out the door.

"WHAT!" Harry nearly yelled as he looked over at Ron in disbelief. "Class is about to start? I can't be late… again!"

"Who cares about being late? I haven't done my Charm's essay yet!" Ron added as he reluctantly chased after Harry, who had just run out of their room. "Harry! Wait up!"

The two of them dashed down the nearly empty hallways, making it to the Charms room just in time for class to start. They filled in the two vacant seats near the door in hopes that Flitwick wouldn't notice if they were late or not.

Catching his breath, Ron looked over and to his surprise he saw Hermione sharing his table and sitting stiffly in the seat next to him. She was trying desperately not to look over at Ron, but Ron didn't seem to notice this. In fact he was so preoccupied that he had placed his head face down on the cool table, to busy trying, frantically, to figure out what to do about his Charms essay. Harry was just happy to have been on time, he didn't want to have yet another detention.

Finally, Ron had an idea!

"So… Hermione…" Ron began as he slowly turned to find the ear and bushy brown hair of a clearly livid Hermione Granger. Hermione was still looking straight ahead in anticipation of Flitwick's arrival. "Umm… I was just wondering if…umm…. Well, you know that Charms essay that we had, yeah, I was… ermm... thinking that, well, you know… I could… umm… copy it… off you?"

At first Hermione just stared at Ron, trying to figure out if he had just asked what she thought he'd asked. Shaking her head, she replied, "Hmm… that's a nice apology, Ronald. Yes, of course I'll let you copy my homework. I mean sure, I spent hours researching and revising, but yeah, you can have all the answers without working at all."

"Really?" Ron asked happily, almost "Christmas came early" happy.

"No," was all she said as she went back to waiting for Flitwick to arrive. Ron's face fell.

"Aww, come on Hermione," Ron pleaded. Hermione refused to look at him. Sighing, Ron decided to give it another try. "Hermione," he began skeptically. "I'm sorry that I acted so strange in Potions today. It was out of line, and I'm very lucky Snape was having a rather off day. I will never do it again, I'm sorry I wasn't the normal me, well as normal as I can be." As he finished Hermione had a small smile placed upon her lips, but Ron continued, "So, can I please copy your homework?"

Hermione's wide smile quickly transformed into a line so straight it rivaled McGonagall's as she whipped her head to the left to face a pleading Ron. "Would you really call that an apology?" Hermione began. "So, can you copy my homework? Let me think for a moment. Hmm… Well, I'd have to say… NO!" Hermione nearly yelled, but managed to calm herself down. "Copying homework is terrible. You'll never learn anything. Sure, you get the credit for doing it, but in the long run it won't help you. What's going to happen when we grow up and I'm not around to do all your work for you? And what'll happen…"

"Fine Hermione, if you didn't want me to copy your homework you could have just told me without the lecture," Ron grumbled as he slid into his desk. By now, the whole class was staring avidly at them.

"I think you need to hear this lecture, Ronald. Coping homework is…"

"Look Hermione, if you keep acting like my mum I don't think we can be friends anymore," Ron said through his teeth.

Hermione opened her mouth to argue, but decided against it, so she calmly replied, "Fine."

"Good, but, just so everyone knows," he almost yelling as he looked around the room. "I broke it off first." This caused a sea of mummers to be heard flowing across the classroom.

"What? I don't think so Ronald. I seem to remember me not talking to you until you returned to normal, which clearly hasn't happened yet." Ron looked as if he wanted to protest, but Hermione plowed on, "Furthermore, it doesn't matter who said it first, I defiantly feel the strongest about this subject as of now."

"Look Hermione, it's not you it's me." Harry began to bang his head on the desk when he heard Ron say this.

"Clearly, it's not me," Hermione added.

"Right," Ron said in an unsure way, "And I just don't think this relationship is going anywhere. There's nothing in it for me anymore."

Hermione was fuming, "Just because I'm not going to let you copy my homework you don't want to be friends anymore. Well, if that's how you treat your friends, I'm glad we're not friends anymore." And with that Hermione went back to waiting for Flitwick to arrive.

Meanwhile, Harry was still banging his head on his desk, repeatedly. Ron turned to the desk next to him, finally acknowledging Harry, "Harry, what are you doing?" Ron asked.

"Oh, nothing Ron, nothing at all," Harry replied sitting up straight. "Ow, my head."

"Try not hitting your head on your desk, Harry, it works wonders for the rest of us," Hermione added snidely.

"Anyway, Harry," Ron said deliberately not paying any attention to Hermione, "we're best friends right?"

"Right…" Harry said uneasily.

"So, I was thinking, you're going to side with me aren't you?"

"What!" Hermione jumped into the conversation again. "Harry, you can't do that. I know you and Ron are best friends, but what about me? I thought you were my best friend too. You always side with him and this time it was definitely his fault."

Harry didn't know what to say. He didn't think either of their cases were justified, but he couldn't say that, could he? Harry thought a moment, Ron was more a threat than Hermione, but then again, Ron wouldn't help his homework, in fact he would probably make it even worse.

But before Harry could reply, Ron jumped in, "Look, I'm sure if you paid him, Crookshanks would be your friend," Ron stated in a sort of know-it-all-esque voice.

At his point, Hermione was on the verge of tears, but she had become a master at holding these tears back. "I don't need to bribe my friends," Hermione said as she shot a nasty look toward Harry, who was hitting his head on his desk again, repeatedly, wishing he was anywhere else.

"Hmm… Well then Hermione, you should get some human friends; it's really rather pathetic. It kind of reminds me of those bitter old ladies that sit at home… all alone."

"Yeah, Well Ronald, if I ever do get any human friends, you certainly won't be one of them," Hermione hissed.

"You're just jealous that I have more friends than you," Ron said crossing his arms.

Hermione would have argued, but Professor Flitwick walked into the room at that moment a little flustered. Ron sat at his desk with a smug looked placed upon his face. The rest of the class was spent in awkward silence as Ron and Hermione worked together on the new spell they had learned. Hermione kept muttering under her breath all the things Ron was doing wrong. Ron was doing them wrong on purpose just to get a rise out of Hermione. Ron and Hermione were arguing. Harry was banging his head on his desk…repeatedly. People kept looking around slyly between Ron and Hermione until the end of the class, when the bell finally rang, cutting the tension in the room.

When the class ended Hermione ran out the room, most people figured she was going to go cry in the bathroom. Parvati Patil was going to run after her, but Lavender, who was still slightly jealous of how close Ron and Hermione were, stopped her. This was all well and good because Hermione had not gone to the girl's restroom and was not remotely sad. In fact, she was going to find Ginny, who was just getting out of Transfiguration, and vent to her.

Ron, on the other hand, was confronted by a slightly embarrassed Harry with a major headache. "Ron, yeah, your behavior is still not going to get Hermione to like you. I mean, now you're not even friends anymore, although that might be better because Hermione might live by the 'I don't want to date my friends' rule being the stickler for rules that she is. Who knows with Hermione, she's not the typical girl." Ron was once again just staring into space, so Harry took this as an invitation to continue. "By the way Ron, if you're done asking people about you and Hermione's obvious chemistry, I'll be wanting my sickle back."

And with that Harry left Ron to think about his change in status in Hermione's life.

A/N: So, what did you guys think? Well… I'm waiting. Hmm… that sounded rude and impatient. Ooh! I have a better idea, I will plead for reviews. Please…. Please… please review my story. I'm desperate. I'm on my hands and knees pleading. Just look at how far I'm willing to degrade myself. I'm pathetic, I disgust myself. I suppose that didn't work either. Okay, let's just go with this. Please review, it will make me happy, even if you completely hated it, knowing someone read my story is an awesome feeling.