Once again, I am sorry the update took so long, I am currently on holiday and I did not have internet all the time. Also once again thanks for all your nice reviews. I already had quite some who told me this was the best story on this ship. While I am not too sure I deserve this honors I will certainly do my best not to disappoint you.

I really did not want to polish those quidditch trophies. Even more so, I suspected that McGonagall had given me the task to do this especially because I hated that sport. Honestly, you got to be insane to fly through the air on a piece of stick and try to catch a ball while probably getting God knows what kind of injuries when falling off. In the end, though, I supposed that polishing a few trophies without magic was still preferable to loosing the head girl batch, which easily could have happened, given the fact that the head girl had to be a role model for all of the school. Still I did not want to do this at all. My mood worsened when I saw Ron at the end of the hallway, walking towards me. I knew that I had to talk to him, and I wanted to, really I did, but did it have to be now? But it did not seem as though he would leave a choice, anyways.

"Hey 'Mione." A normal greeting, so far he was not acting as though he thought I was under the influence of some spell or something. I did not dare get my hopes up, though. He could be incredibly stubborn.

"Hello Ron."

"Sorry, 'Mione." And suddenly he had his wand pointed at me. He used the spell soundlessly, it seemed, so I only noticed it was a petrificus totalus the moment it hit me and I fell to the side like a frozen sack of potatoes. I felt how he dragged me into a classroom, took my wand, and tied me to a chair, before pouring a few drops of veritaserum down my throat. Then, finally, he loosened the spell.

"I…" I had wanted to say that I hated him, but the veritaserum made this impossible, so instead I had to settle for something less, though the fact that he knew it was true would probably make it worse than anything I could have said to him otherwise. "I am going to be very mad at you for quite some time, Ronald Weasley."

"I'm sorry, but I have to do this. The veritaserum will override every other form of influence on you. So, did Parkinson hex you?"

He seriously was going to play that kind of game? While it was true that he would get the truth this way, it would not change the truth into something he would like to hear either. And way he had practically spit out my girlfriends name made my blood boil.

"No. Neither did I drink a potion. Don't you think I would have told you right away if she did?"

"So you like her?"

"Yes."

"You love her?"

"Yes." If he was going to keep that line of questioning this would be over faster than I had dreaded.

"So you thing you love her?"

"I don't think I love her, I do love her." Not that he would believe it. The veritaserum only revealed what I thought to be true, after all.

"Well…" Obviously he had though he would have found something by now.

"So, did you do anything or did anything happen that you did not want in the last time? Just name the most obvious one."

"Ron, I don't want to tell you that!" I was getting kind of upset right now. Who knew what I would tell him if he kept that line of questioning up? But it seemed as though he was sure he had reached a turning point now.

"Tell me, 'Mione", he demanded.

"I would change how I came out to my parents", I said through gritted teeth, desperately hoping that he would not prod any further. It was embarrassing enough with only my parents and Pansy knowing about it. Not to mention that the story of how I had almost fucked Pansy in the hallway after Ginny had slipped me that potion was still to be uncovered as well.

"So, how did you come out to your parents?" No such luck.

"They asked me to bring my boyfriend downstairs for breakfast after they had overheard us having sex the night before and weren't in the least prepared to see a girl walking down the stairs." I was sure I had the color of a ripe tomato by now, but I was also seriously pissed off." Goddammit Ron, if you don't end this whole nonsense right now I promise that I will hex you every day for at least a month! You know I keep my promises!"

He seemed to grow slightly green at that prospect, but he asked again, seeming kind of shaken now: "So you've… like… slept with her?"

I knew just as well as him that the question was completely unnecessary, seeing that I had just said as much. He could not have asked because we had been together for such a short time, as I was sure Harry had already told him since when we were an item. We may have had our first time awfully early in our relationship, but with how long we had been together now, this was not why he had asked.

He seemed nervous, as though he was hoping for an answer that would somehow change what I had said, and I realized sadly that even though we had not been together for quite some time now, he had not yet moved on. It seemed as though he clung to the possibility that I would take him back, though clearly I had no intention to do so. That would certainly explain why he had such a hard time accepting that I was now dating Pansy.

Finally, the veritaserum forced me to answer the question.

"Yes, I did. Ron, we broke up months ago. Just accept it!"

Perhaps not the most tactful way of telling him off, but I was still too angry at him to care very much about his feelings. So when he ran out of the room in response, I quickly extinguished the small flame of compassion and guilt that had flared up in my stomach, but instead tried to think of a way to get out of this position I was in. The knots he had tied into the ropes were tight, and I quickly gave up trying to wiggle out of them. I tried to think up some other way, but my wand lay out of my reach and I did not hear anybody I could call out to for help either.

An hour later, nothing had changed. I had already cursed Ron about a dozen times that he was so irresponsible as to just leave me here without cutting the ropes. I was seriously contemplating making true on my threat and to hex him every morning for the next month. I also became very aware of the fact that I was, next to Ron and, most of all, Harry, one of the war heroes and had thus made myself quite some powerful enemies. And here I sat, all tied up, and completely helpless. I told myself that I was being paranoid, but then the door opened behind me and closed almost soundlessly as someone slipped into the room.

"Well, what do we have here?", a throaty voice chuckled into my ear.