Disclaimer : EVERYTHING goes to JK Rowling, though I wish I had Ron, Teddy, Remus and Sirius… ;)

"Mate, go and help her." Harry said reasoning.

Despite himself Ron sped to Viktor and Hermione, he was about to tear Viktor off of her though, Viktor had already had backed away in pain. Hermione had bit Viktor's lip and she made it bleed.

"You, little vitc—

Viktor was cut off by the right hook that sent him to the cold marble floor, Ron looked at him blackly. He didn't wear the victorious smirk; he was now famous for; he just looked sad and very tired.

He felt as if he had been cheated, and made of a joke. Though he felt he needed to teach Viktor some respect, "Don't dare touch her," Ron turned to Hermione, "unless she wants it."

Ron spun on his heels and continued out the Grand Hall and headed to the Gryffindor Common Room.

Ron stalked into the Common Room in anger, How could she do that to me; behind my back?

He threw away his wand in fury and red sparks flew into the fire causing it to ignite.

Harry followed his best friend into the Common Room; it had been a long time since he'd been in here and he had missed it, and the way it felt like home. "Mate, you know she didn't." Harry paused, "She wouldn't."

"Well, it looked like she did. He was all over her."

"Viktor is a prat; you know that – he wants what he can't have." Harry said.

"But, Viktor is probably taking back what he used to have." Ron spat the words out.

At that exact moment Ron said it, Ginny walked in. She stared at her brother in astonishment. She walked up to him and slapped him, pretty hard too.

"You're talking like your girlfriend; - Hermione - is just an object. You should be ashamed of yourself." Ginny's eyes darkened, "And you know Hermione thinks Viktor is a complete and utter bimbo whose head is filled with sawdust!"

Silence filled the Common Room of Gryffindor…

Then a stifled cry broke the tension and numbness that had succumbed the room, after a while it faded.

Ginny ran after her, Ron following his sister and Harry following his best friend.

Ginny found Hermione in Moaning Mrytle's Bathroom. "Hermione, its Ginny – Oh great."

Ron walked in.

"Ronald, go away." Hermione hiccupped a sob.

"No."

Ginny walked up to her brother and slapped him on the arm and pointed to the door. He left, sulking. Harry followed, knowing the girls need time alone.

Moments passed.

"I mean, how he could say that! Like I'm an object, you were so right Ginny." Hermione scoffed a laugh, "And you were right about how I think Viktor's head is filled with sawdust!" This time Hermione laughed, properly laughed.

"Oh, boo hoo." A shrill voice sounded throughout the bathroom. "'My life's miserable, blah, blah, blah'. Try being dead."

"Shove off, Myrtle. And anyway, you've always kind of liked being dead, I mean it made easier to sneak up on people you fancied." Ginny said and despite herself, "Like Harry." Myrtle looked like she blushed; she turned away from them and flew into a vacated toilet.

"Ginny, thanks for talking to me about it, but I've to see Ron." Hermione smiled, sheepishly.

"If that's what you think is right, go ahead and do it, but remember – if he gives you any trouble, bring the prat to me." Ginny smiled too, and Hermione giggled and walked out of the bathroom, with her head held high. Or the best she could.

Okay, I'm really sorry about the stupidly, frustratingly long wait, but I've had my Year 10 GCSE's so my mind's exploded with all the work. But I'm planning to write more and I'm planning on writing another fan-fic about Teddy and Victoire which I'm really excited about! What a change in events, what will happen next? The next chapter's called Confrontations. Yay! Planning a new chapter. I know this ending wasn't one of the better ones but you know… If you liked it, please review! :D