After dinner, we went up to our rooms and unpacked. I took off my heels and tossed them in a drawer. They are a killer on the feet.

"So, Granger. A new look this year, huh?" A nasal voice interrupted my thought.

I sighed, "Hello Lavender. Do you want anything in particular? I'm kind of busy."

"Oh, so now that you have a new look you think you are too good for me? I can't believe it. We used to be such good friends."

"We were never friends, Lavender. Just aquatences. (sp?)" I told her, starting to get annoyed. I got my new fuzzy slippers and started down the stairs.

"Oh? Well, I think you look like a whore in that outfit! I think all you're doing is trying to make my Won-Won want you instead of me!"

The common room got dead silent. All eyes were on me.

"Now what in the bloody hell would give you that idea? Your Won-Won and I are just friends."

"That doesn't mean you want more." She followed me to the couch, "Besides, I see those looks you get when he's with me!"

"Why don't you just get a life, Lavender? Starting on the first day. You obviously bored. Why don't you go see if Won-Won wants to snog and just leave me alone." I started out the door.

"Poor, poor Hermione. Can't get a real man to save her life, can you? I bet you snog with you pillow!" She laughed wildly.

I sharply turned on my heel and headed straight for her. "No, I go for famous Quidditch players myself." I punched her in the face. Soon, we were rolling on the ground. Lavender slapping and pulling my hair and I punching her square in the face.

"FIGHT!!! FIGHT!!! FIGHT!!!" The others in the common room chanted.

"What the bloody hell is going on?!" I heard Ron yell from behind the crowd. Someone responded in a muffled tone and all that was heard was Harry and Ron exclaiming a profanity at the same time.

"Move. Get out of the way. Watch it!" Ron and Harry made their way to us and pulled us apart.

"What the fuck Hermione?" Harry whispered in my ear as he restrained me from killing Lavender. Lucky for Lavender Harry can hold me back.

"Oh Won-Won! It was horrible! One minute I was trying to fix Hermione and I's friendship and the next she tackled me and started hitting me!" She sobbed in his chest

"Damn it, 'Mione! What the bloody hell did you tackle her for? She didn't do anything to you, did she?"

I looked at him with wild eyes, "I can't believe you would take her word over mine."

"She's the one coated with blood, not you!" He boomed

"That's because she can't flight worth a damn!" I shook my way out of Harry's grasp. "Whatever. You were a lousy friend anyways." I stormed up the stairs.

"'Mione! 'Mione! Come on!" He ran after me and grabbed my wrist.

I turned around, fire in my eyes. "What?!"

"Don't be like that 'Mione! You don't have to go so over the edge with it all!"

I stayed silent for a minute then looked right into his eyes. "You might want to take Lav-Lav to the infirmary now. I think she may have a broken nose." Than slid my wrist out of his hand and went upstairs to my room, not wanting anyone to see me cry. After all, the new Hermione doesn't cry.