Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter…unfortunately.

Hermione P.O.V

The rest of this day is definitely going to be interesting.

As soon as I got to my room, I laid on my bed and sighed.

This day was already ridiculous.

I changed into jeans and a white top, letting my hair down in the process.

"Fucking kids." I mumbled and closed my eyes.

"Did I just hear Hermione Granger swear?" I opened my eyes and sat up.

"I'm entitled to let out my frustration in any way I want Ronald." I replied and cleared my throat.

"You're not the one to swear really. But bloody hell I'm not complaining." He set down his stuff and went downstairs.

I opened my trunk to empty my things when I stumbled upon a book of some sort.

"What in the world?" I sat on my bed and slowly opened it. Surely I would have remembered this, I mean I love books.

Each page was a different memory. Each memory was forever in a picture. This book was a sort of scrapbook I guess, and it had all my pictures from Hogwarts, from first year to last year.

As I continued to flip through the pages, my awe grew and my emotions became stronger.

We were so happy.

I stopped at a picture of me and Ron during fifth-year. We were both smiling. Our eyes were happy.

Of course, that was before the destruction of the war.

Before the emotional downfall.

"Hermione are you going to dinner?" I heard a voice and quickly turned to face him.

"What are you doing?" He questioned and walked towards me.

"N-Nothing. I'm not hungry." I stuttered and watched as he sat next to me and stared at the picture.

"It's innocent." He whispered and looked at me.

"I-I should put this away."

"No! I-I mean. It's always nice to go back and look at things…before they got out of hand." He slowly finished and took the book.

"It's amazing what we went through." He said and flipped to a picture of the three of us in our first year.

"You know 'Mione, I don't think you ever knew during our Hogwarts years how amazing I found you, especially when it came to spells. Truly, you saved our asses so many times. It's…remarkable." He looked me in the eyes and I was lost.

"I-thank you." I whispered and looked back down at the book, flipping the page to a picture of me at the Yule Ball.

"I don't think I ever told you how stunning you looked that night by the way." I turned my head to find Ron looking at me, his face slightly red.

"Ron honestly. It's unnecessary." I replied.

"Can I ask you something?" He questioned in a curious tone and caught my full attention.

"Go on." I replied just as curiously.

"What…What did you actually do with Vicky that night?" He cautiously asked and I found it amusing how he still called him 'Vicky.'

"I…I don't know if we should discuss this." I answered and looked back down at the book, the same picture still there.

"No I want to know. Please 'Mione." I looked at him and took a deep breath.

"That night…you had upset me so much, so after you and Harry left I was walking with Viktor. I told him about the way you were acting and how it hurt me. He…he was so sweet Ron. Please don't be mad." I watched as his face grew to concern.

"You…Vicky…Hermione." He breathed out. I was holding back tears.

"I was so hurt, and he was there to comfort me. It just…we just ended up…" I trailed off and let a tear fall.

"You had sex with him?" He angrily stood up and I could feel his eyes on me.

I slightly shook my head 'yes' and closed my eyes.

"I can't believe you shagged Vicky. Did you go on and bloody shag Malfoy too?" He shouted at me and I looked up at him.

"Stop it Ron! I was fourteen! It didn't help that you were acting like the biggest arse on the planet that night either!" I stood up and shouted back.

"Oh so you just go off and shag people whenever you get depressed, is that it?"

"Ron it was a mistake stop shouting at me!" I was choking up.

He put his hands on his head and pulled his hair.

"I'm going to go get whatever's left of dinner. Have fun by yourself. I don't care. It's not like I'm your boyfriend." He icily said and his crystal eyes glared into mine fiercely.

As soon as he left, I put my sleeve up to my mouth to muffle my sobs and let the tears fall.

I promised myself I wouldn't let him hurt me anymore.

"Damn you Ron!" I shouted to no-one in particular and put my head in my hands.

To take my mind off things, I decided to read Hogwarts: A History. Usually I'm able to focus, but even this book couldn't keep my mind off what just took place.

"This is all rubbish." I whispered to myself and straightened my top. After taking a deep breath and wiping my eyes, I stood up and walked outside. The fresh air should do me some good.

"Miss Granger!" I turned around to find…Professor McGonagall?

"Profe-I mean Headmaster." I greeted as she approached me.

"I was wondering why you weren't at dinner this evening." She asked, I knew my eyes were still a little puffy from the tears.

"Oh it's nothing, just not hungry that's all." I lied and watched as she studied me for a brief moment.

"What happened? Mr. Weasley came in towards the very end of dinner. You look as though you have just cried." She asked in a concerned tone.

"I…it's nothing really."

"Don't lie to me Ms. Granger. I know that Mr. Weasley has been staying with you because he does not get his room until tonight. Something happened." She looked intently into my eyes.

"It was just a little argument." I answered.

"Ms. Granger the arguments you two have are never 'little' and it surely had to be about something to make you this emotional." She continued to try and crack me.

I cracked.

"I was looking through an old photo album I found of all our years at Hogwarts when Ron walked in." I started and we began walking.

"He sat down next to me and said a few things about me saving him and Harry so many times during our times at school and such. Then we got to a picture of me at the Yule Ball." I stopped there. She knew very well that night was a disaster, everyone did. It was a scene that Ron had caused.

"I told him what really happened between myself and Viktor that night, and he completely lost it. It was…horrible." I finished and took a deep breath.

"He said some things that hurt, and walked out." I finally looked at her face and watched as she processed all of this.

"I believe that you and Mr. Weasley have to stay away from each other Ms. Granger. Obviously there are still very fresh wounds from what took place during your 7th year. I believe seeing each other after such a long absence is emotionally overwhelming for both of you." I listened to each word closely, and it made sense.

"Perhaps you're right, I need a break." I smiled a small smile and looked at her. A smile came across her worn features.

"Precisely. Now I want you to focus on your students." She patted my shoulder and walked away.

It's time to shake it off, and really start teaching.

I've had enough of Ron and his silly games.

So…I realize that this chapter might be out of character, but I was listening to "Skyscraper" by Demi Lovato, and honestly, Hermione Granger was the first thing that popped into my head. The song is so powerful, and I felt like this story just needed a powerful chapter that would have a good, emotional fight between these two, that could later set up an emotional…confession of some sort? Please review, I'd love to know what you think.

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-Talar