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"Hi Hermione!"

"Oh hi Ron, aren't you supposed to be at work right now?"

"Yeah, but I decided that I need a break. I can only take someone on the
trip though."

"Really? Where exactly are you planning to go?"

"You know, maybe a beach resort or even camping out in the
mountains."

"Really? Who's on your mind exactly?"

"Lavender."

"What?!"

Hermione woke up, sweating. Why am I sweating? She asked herself. I'm I really that afraid of Ron going back to Lavender?

She didn't notice that her abrupt motion knocked the mysterious letter beside her off the bed.

She decided to take a shower to try and rinse off her uneasiness that she felt about the dream, but it really didn't help.

She got dressed and walked into the kitchen; she saw that Ginny had obviously made breakfast this morning. There were scrambled eggs, sausages and bacon in a skillet on the stove. There was still some black coffee in the coffee maker.

There was a note in the breakfast table, Ginny wrote:

Hermione, I know you're not going to work today so I made you breakfast instead of the other way around! Enjoy, it might not be as good as Mum's or your cooking but all of my love went into it. So you better like it. Just joking! L.O.L. Anyway, enjoy your day off!

Ginny

Hermione grinned slightly. Oh Ginny, you're the best. She thought. As she ate she decided to take Ginny's advice and enjoy her day off, even though she wasn't even supposed to be home.

On the other side of the city, Ron was thinking the same thing. He sat down in front of his television which Harry and Ginny showed him to use and for the first time he didn't make fun at Muggles and their contraptions.

As he watched a court show, he heard a knock at the door. That's funny; I don't think anyone really knows I'm home.

He opened the door and it was the landlady. "Hello Mr. Weasley."

"Oh hello Mrs. Jackson." Ron said, very surprised to see her there. "May I help you?"

"Yes you can, you see I saw Mr. Potter leaving without you this morning and I couldn't help but wonder if you were sick. You see one of my priorities as landlady of this building, is my tenants heath. Today's not your day off, so I just wanted to make sure you weren't in any danger."

"Why thank you Mrs. Jackson, but I feel fine. I just decided to take the day off." Ron said, thinking: She knows my days off?

She giggled like a school girl, "Well, you don't want to do that too much, Mr. Weasley." She shook her index finger at him like a mother telling her three year old son not to grab the cat by the tail and throw him across the room.

"Yes of course, Mrs. Jackson." Ron said, somewhat amused.

"Well, I'll let you be then, Mr. Weasley." She said, just about to leave, "Remember, if you need anything at all let me know, alright?"

"Yes, Mrs. Jackson, I will let you know."

"All right, take care." She said, clearly wanting Ron to stop her from leaving. When she looked back to see if he was still at the door she saw that he had closed the door long before. She stomped her foot in anger for not getting what she wanted and stormed off cursing the still air in the empty hallway.

Ron was very amused by the scene, and thought of Mrs. Weatherbee, the girls' front-door neighbor. Then he remembered the night before and his smile soon faded as he remembered how he was almost going to kiss Hermione and how later on she made him take her clubbing. Then he remembered Lavender and how Hermione wanted to leave after the former left them alone.

At this, he frowned, Lavender ruined everything. He thought, throwing himself on the couch and replaying the night once again. Soon, he feel asleep again...

Hermione was on the wooden floor of the flat looking at old photos from Hogwarts. Her hand traced Ron's pictures slightly. She looked up; the sun was coming into her room through the open window. Did I forget to close the window again? She thought. Then something caught her eye. By the way she was sitting on the floor, she could see the floor under her bed, there was something there that she didn't know was there before.

She got up and retrieved it, a letter? She thought, she opened it she was shocked to see whom it was from:

Hermione, I know that this may seem like a surprise but yes, it is me. I just wanted to let you know that this time, I'm not going to let him slip through my fingers. So you better be on your toes, because I'm not giving up this time.

Your friend always,

Lavender Brown

P.S. Don't take this the wrong way, ok? We're still friends right?

She didn't know what to make of it. Was it a threat or a friendly warning? Hermione read and reread the letter and still she could taste the venom in the words. This reminded her of Dolores Umbrige and her dangerous candy-like persona.

Hermione looked up at nothing in particular and realized that Lavender had the artillery to get what she wanted and she's wasn't afraid to use it.

All's fair in love and war, right? She could hear Lavender's deathly whisper as if she was standing right behind her.

In her mind's eye Hermione saw Ron and Lavender in her bed, making love. She turned away, not believing what she had just imagined.

She didn't know what to do. Should I go through with my plan? Should I just let the destiny run its course?

She was snapped out of her revere when the doorbell rang. She went to the door, forgetting slightly about her predicament. She opened the door and there she was: Lavender.

"Did you get my little present, Hermione dear?"

A/N: I hope you liked it!!