Hermione Hates.

I hate her. I hate that fucking bitch. This is all her fault.

I admit I didn't hate her when I found out she liked me. I was morbidly fascinated. I was curious. What was it like to love a girl?

But that would ruin my plan. My master plan.

To marry Ron.

I've been working on it for quite a bit. Six years to be precise. Good things don't come to those who wait. They come to those who plot.

I like Ginny as a sister and all. She'll be a fine sister in law. But right now, she has gotten on my last nerve.

Because of her I'm going to 'camp'.

Not just any camp either, camp for the emotionally disturbed. Seems my dear parents are worried about me.

Fuck them.

I came home from my brief stay at Ron's house to my boring muggle family, where I couldn't be what I was when someone was around.

I don't know what you could mean by issues.

In any case I came home and there was Mum and Dad, waiting.

"Hermione, we need to talk."

This was not going to be pretty.

I set down my bag in the hall. "Um about what?"

"What happened at the Weasley's."

"Oh, that. I think I might have been a bit um..."

"Harsh?" my father continued.

Crap I could feel a lesson in morals coming. I was about to shut my ears when my Mom said it. "We're sending you to a councelor."

My head whipped around so fast I was surprised I didn't get whiplash right then and there. "What?" I hissed.

My mom stood her ground. "Hermione, we don't want any of your feelings to affect your future relationships."

"What feelings? I don't like Ginny."

"But you like her brother. From what your fahter and I have noticed, that young man has room for only one woman in his life. If you make him chose, he may chose his sister over you."

I couldn't believe it. But... was it true? Ron did seem to pay an equal amount of attention to Ginny as he did me. She was his only sister and the closest in age. Would I really be able to beat Ginny at this? Why the hell was I thinking of her as a rival?

"I don't need counseling, Mum." I pushe past her.

Then something happened. Something completely unprecidented since the day I got into Hogwarts.

Mom grew a back bone.

"Young lady, you are going to this camp. Draco Malfoy will be your counselor. You leave friday."

Fuck me.

(A/N: A little bit of swearing. I promise it gets better later.

Dedications!

To Kamquatbanana- isn't she?

To Sim- I've never made Hermione a bitch before, But I kinda like it ;)

To CCoLoMBiAnMaMi11- Maybe Ginny will ;)

To Toms girl2005- I know! I'm sorry about that. I'm getting better right?

To Pussin Boots- glad you like it!