I'm alive! For everyone who added this story to their alerts, thank you so so so much. You make me feel so much better about my (lack of) writing abilities. This chapter is dedicated to all of you, so I hope that it's good enough to express how much I love all of you ;) Also, thank you to zucofan2005 for telling me to publish this, because it motivated me to finish this up and publish it.

DISCLAIMER: If I was JKR, I would not need to publish fanfics about my own story. If I was T-Swift, I would not be as popular becuase all my songs would be about HP. So I'm obviously not either one.

Later that night, I sat in my room thinking about what had happened that day. Why had I been so jealous of Ron and Lavender? What had the voice in my head been trying to tell me, and did I really want to know? And furthermore, didn't hearing voices in my head make me crazy? Crazy in l- No, I don't actually want to know. I fell down onto my bed and, since none of the other girls were back in the room yet, began playing jazz music. It had always been my favorite kind of music, and it always helped calm me down. I played it for Ron and Harry once, and even though Harry didn't seem to care for it Ron really liked it…

Suddenly the door burst open and in walked Lavender herself, followed by her lackeys.
"Ugh, Granger, turn off that stupid music. It's so un-cool," she whined as the other girls giggled. I flicked my wand and the music stopped. "Much better," she said with fake sweetness. She led the other girls over to her bed and said, "Now, as I was saying, Ron Weasley asked me out today. Practically begged me for a date." She smirked, the girls shrieked with laughter, and I just rolled my eyes. "So I told him that I would consider going out with him if he does a spectacular job to help Gryffindor beat Slytherin in the next quidditch match." I rolled my eyes again. Her note said no such thing. She was such a little drama queen.

"Wow, Ron Weasley," Pavarti gushed, "the Harry Potter's best mate. He just fought against actual death eaters at the ministry last year. That's sooooo cool, Lav!"

"I know," Lavender laughed, "Why else would I date him?" The girls giggled. I drew my curtains, highly agitated. First of all, what about me? I was with Harry and Ron every step of the way, except for when I was petrified in our second year. Second of all, using Ron just because he's famous? That's beyond low. I tried my best to tune out the girls' chatter, but Lavender's high-pitched voice carried through my curtains as she talked about all of the great things that Ron had done. She was getting his entire story wrong. She didn't know what happened at all, not like I do.

That Saturday, almost the entire school rushed to the quidditch pitch to see the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match. I personally didn't understand why everyone in the wizarding world was in love with the sport, but I had to be there to support my friends and my house as they fought our rivals. I spotted Neville and Luna near the back of the Gryffindor section and walked over to sit with them. I passed Lavender on my way. She was in the very front, wearing the shortest shirt that I had ever seen, a maroon halter top, and her Gryffindor scarf. I looked down at my own Gryffindor t-shirt and jeans, and felt my self esteem go down. How was I supposed to be noticed by guys when Lavender had all eyes on her? She had changed so much since first year, and I hadn't. I stayed in the same place, the same old frumpy-clothed, frizzy-haired Hermione Granger. Couldn't guys see that everything about Lavender was fake? Ron may have the emotional range of a teaspoon, but shouldn't he have enough sense to see that he doesn't belong with Lavender? He belongs with - No. I can't let myself think like that.

Finally, I reached the back of the stands where Neville and Luna were. We barely had time to greet each other before both teams started whizzing out onto the pitch to the cheers of their fans. As Ron came out, I began to clap, but Lavender jumped up and began screaming and cheering with all her might. I stopped clapping.

The game began, but most of it was a blur to me. Ron had tried to instill a love of quidditch in me, but I, being muggle-born, could not grasp the concept of the sport. Ron had given up, and we had agreed that I would come support him on the pitch if he didn't try to make me fly anymore. That being said, I didn't understand what was going on in the game at all. I kept an eye on Harry and Ron and clapped whenever Luna nudged me, but that was about it. Ron was blocking almost every ball thrown at him, but so was the Slytherin keeper. The score was currently 50-30, Slytherin. Harry and Malfoy flew around the pitch in search of the snitch, but neither seemed to be able to find it.

Suddenly, Harry began to dive and Malfoy began to chase after him. It seemed like everyone was holding their breath. The two boys were shoulder to shoulder, careening towards the ground so quickly that I feared for their lives. With about twenty meters left until they hit the ground, the boys began to pull their brooms upwards slightly. Then in an instant, Harry swerved away from Malfoy, reached out, and slipped off his broom. A collective gasp could be heard as Harry fell through the air and rolled on the ground. I watched anxiously as he slowly stood up and raised his arm. He was holding the snitch.

The crowd went wild. The team flew down and crowded around Harry, lifting him onto their shoulders and cheering in celebration. I smiled widely and started cheering. Everyone began rushing out of the stands and onto the pitch, but I decided to stay where I was until the crowd subsided. After all, what could happen in a few minutes? I watched as cheering Gryffindors surged onto the pitch, lead by… Oh no. Lead by none other than Lavender Brown. She ran straight up to Ron and kissed him square on the mouth, right in front of the whole school.

I felt my heart stop. I rushed through the remaining crowd, away from the pitch, and into the castle. I knew that I didn't have time to get to a bathroom, so I ran into an empty classroom and managed to lock the door just before the tears started to fall.

I guess that a lot could happen in a few minutes.

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