A/N: Sorry for taking so long. It took me a while until I came up with some idea for this chapter, so I hope you guys find it good. I would really appreacite if you guys could review more because it gives me more enthusiasm and makes me want to post faster. Thank you for everything!

Chapter 5 - Such A Mess

Today was a big day, as far as Hermione was concerned. Today, Gryffindor's and Slytherin's were going to compete in a Quidditch game. 'How ironic!' Hermione thought, gazing at the ceiling of her bedroom. She has been lying on that bed since yesterday fight between her and Ron, and she had no intending to leave it. 'I'm fine here. Here is warm, and out there is freezing. I'm just going to lay here for the rest of the day, and pretend that I don't know that a Quidditch game is happening'

But her bestfriend Ginny had other intentions. And one of them was to take her bestfriend out of the bed. 'This girl... is so stubborn. And such a drama queen.'

"Really Hermione, if you don't open this door, I will break it down," Hermione heard her bestfriend, Ginny, on the otherside of the door. She had been there for like ten minutes, trying to convince Hermione to open the door. "Open the freakin' door!"

"You know," Hermione sighed "You could use magic..." Well, yes. Maybe Hermione could use some shoulder to cry.

"Oh, right" Ginny said. She entered on the room and closed the door slowly. The image right in front of her was... something that she thought she would never see. Hermione was lying on her bed, surrounded by tissues; her face redder than Ginny's own hair.

"Hermione, you look..."

"Awful? Horrible? Ugly?" Hermione said, in a low voice.

"... delightful."

"Sure" Hermione rolled her eyes.

Ginny made her way to Hermione's bed, to sit beside her. She combed Hermione's hair with her fingers "What happened?" she muttered.

"I think you already know," Hermione sobbed "I had a fight with your brother."

"Well you are right, I already know what happened. But, I'm sorry, it's no reason for you to be like this," Hermione narrowed her eyebrows.

"Are you here to act like my bestfriend, or like a bitch from Slytherin?" Hermione asked, sitting on the bed, looking at her friend madly.

"I'm here to be your bestfriend, and that means, be honest with you," Ginny sighed "Hermione, you know my brother better than myself. You know that he acts like crazy for no reason, and you are being like him right now. My brother was mad, that was obvious, but I'm sure he regrets it. He always says stupid things when he's mad, things that he doens't mean. And that's why you shouldn't be like this."

"It is also my fault," Hermione muttered "I got mad at him for something that he couldn't hold. I... I'm such a terrible girlfiend."

"You are not. Ron said he didn't love you when he was under the potion, and you got mad. It is a normal thing, I would get mad too." Hermione grabbed another tissue and cleared the tears for her eyes "Now, go take a bath, your hair looks like a hot mess."

"Yes, chief" Hermione smiled when her bestfriend kissed her forhead.

"You can be such a pussy some times" Blaise said, shaking his head, helping himself with some food. Draco stood still in front of him, playing with his Quidditch equipment. Blaise had been annoying Draco with that stupid talk since yesterday, and Draco hadn't opened his mouth not even one time to answer him. It would be a waste of time, but Draco was getting really tired of Blaise, and he was about to throw the guy out of the window "You shoul've said it was a lie. It's not that hard to lie to a professor. The next time, let me talk. We could be watching Granger having some detention right now, not us."

"Can you stop witht the stupid talk?" Draco said in a harsh tone "I've been hearing you since yesterday, saying the same boring stuff and I'm about to hex you." Blaise contracted in his seat, looking nervously around him.

"Granger already has her detention," Draco smirked, remembering how sad she looked yesterday "As far as I know, she had a fight with the Weasley. Maybe they broke up, and we both know that's because of us. I hope you are happy enough to shut up, once for all."

A smirked appeared on Blaise's lips, and it turned to a huge smile. One with teeth showing. Then he nodded "Yeah, that's enough for me. But hey, don't do the same mistake again. Just don't agree in what Granger says. That will save you a lot of regrets."

"Right" Draco said, nodding his head. He couldn't regret not saying nothing when he had the opportunity, because opportunities come and go, and he had his opportunity yesterday when he called Granger a Mudblood. 'Yeah, that was a hell of a opportunity.' he smirked.

"Now mate," Blaise patted him on the face slowly "Leave your thoughts about the Gryffindor princess behind and let's get ready for this game. We need to win this."

"We do," Draco raised from his chair "And I was not thinking about her."

"Well, you'd look better if you hadn't those dark circles under your eyes." Ginny muttered, while putting some make up on Hermione.

"I couldn't sleep. I was busy crying." she smiled.

"Ugh, please. I love sleeping, I really don't understand how you could just skip that," Ginny shook her head "And... you would look so much better now."

"I already know that, Ginny, don't make me feel more awful than I already do," Hermion rolled her eyes "I know that I'm not much of a big deal,"

"Alright, enough with the sad and 'poor girl' talk. Get up, put this scarf around your neck and go show Ron what he is missing," Ginny said with a smile in her face "I'm sure he's going to apologize you later, after the game. Now, let's go!"

Hermione didn't have time to even grumble about what Ginny made her wear. A pair of skinny jeans and a low-cut red top. Never in her existence, she would wear that by herself. 'Ginny' she thought.

"You know, I am going to see a Quidditch game and not going to a bar to pick up some guy," Hermione complained, once they were out of the tower.

"Yes you are. You are going to pick up your guy," Ginny smiled "Besides, there's nothing to hide. You have some pretty good 'friends' there, so-"

"Yeah, yeah. Now stop it or I'm going back into that tower and change myself." Hermione sighed "Ginny, seriously. I look like..."

"Watch it, that's my top!" she said, with her eyes narrowed and one finger pointing at Hermione "And you look fine, Hermione! Stop complaining and enjoy the 'that girl is hot' looks from the guys."

"I'm not really sure if that's a good thing, actually," Hermione said narrowing her eyebrows, looking around and seeing some guys looking at her.

"That's a pretty good thing, don't you like to feel... desired?"

"No, not really."

"Shut it Hermione. And enjoy those girls," Ginny said, once more pointing at Hermione's chest.

They rushed to walk to the Quidditch pitch, so they could find a good seat. "I'm starting to feel nervous," Hermione whispered to her friend, playing with the bottom of her scarf.

"There's no need, we are going to win this thing!" Ginny said, followed by a yell from her.

"No, I'm not talking about that," she said "I'm talking about Ron."

"Oh," Ginny shrugged "That's going to be fine, don't you worry. Now, enjoy the game!"

Ten minutes for the game to start. Hermione's heart was beating faster than she knew that it could. Her nerves were high, and so was her hopes for Ron to forgive her.

"What are you laughing at?" Ginny shouted, and Hermione looked at her confused.

"I'm sorry...?" Hermione muttered.

"I'm not talking with you," she said slowly, with her eyes focused on something "I'm talking with her. Do you need something?"

"Of course not," hummed a soft voice "I just couldn't help noticing that you, Hermione, are nervous. Is that right?" Hermione turned her head to the person who was talking, but she knew who it was. Lavender.

"No, I'm not. And why would you care?" Hermione asked.

"Hum," Lavender sighed "What about your shirt? I didn't realized we were in a bordello. In matter of fact, I thought people were here to watch a game, not to see your... well, your skin."

"What the hell is your problem?" Ginny yelled "Get over yourself Lavender. Just because you can't be skinny and attractive as Hermione, doesn't mean that she can't show her good figure."

Lavender's face went to blue to green. "Laugh all you want, Ginny. Make fun now, we'll see who's going to have the last laugh" she shrugged and giggled "Enjoy the game, darling."

Hermione narrowed her eyes at her and she stretched her arm towards Lavender, but Ginny took a hold of her arm.

"What were you trying to do, huh Hermione?" Ginny asked her, while she made her way through some people "You were what? Trying to hit her?"

"Maybe" Hermione muttered "I really don't know what the hell is her problem and I swear to Merlin, some day-"

"You should've hit her." Ginny simple said, sitting in a new seat and forcing Hermione to sit beside her.

Hermione opened her mouth, impressed with her best friend "Well, then why did you stopped me?"

"The game was going to start, and first I didn't want to spend the whole game with that worm by our side. And second, I needed to find a seat, fast," Ginny shrugged "Don't you think that I was stopping you because that's the right thing to do. Well, it is. But I would prefer see you hitting her, than see her making fun out of you, for Merlin's know what."

Hermione smiled "Thanks."

"You are welcome. That's what best friends do. And you know what else best friends do? Force you to watch the game because your damn boyfriend is playing in it."

After the game, Hermione started to feel more anxious than before. She was with Ginny and some girls that she couldn't remember the name, by the door of the Great Hall. She was looking at everyone, expecting that it would be Ron. Hermione and Ginny were there for thirthy minutes, and there was still no sign of Ron. 'Well, you haven't seen Harry neither...' a voice spoke inside her head. She had to admit, the voice was right. There was no sign of Harry neither.

"Hey, Ginny" Hermione called her bestfriend, shaking her arm, but looking for Ron on the hall "Do you think that something happened?"

"With who?"

"Harry and... Ron" she swallowed tightly.

"No, of course not. They are probably taking a bath." Ginny shrugged and pulled Hermione to the inside of the Greath Hall. Everyone could hear the big hurrays! coming from the Slytherins. Yes, the Slytherins won. Normally, Hermione would feel upset and mad for their victory; she was just a bit mad, but nothing as the usual.

"I hate them even more now," Ginny muttered, looking over her shoulder to the Slytherin's table "I mean, they don't deserve to win. They are evil."

"Evil always wins," Hermione muttered, gazing at her plate full of food.

"Oi, Hermione, what's wrong with you? Since the game ended, you have been a little... you have been like you are in another world."

"Sorry," she sighed, and she dropped her fork who hit the plate sonorously "I'm just wondering... where is Ron, after all? I really need to talk to him."

"Relax, Hermione," Ginny rolled her eyes "Oh, look! He's here, now calm down and go talk to him."

Hermione raised her head immediately, and her eyes spot the readhead she loved. She waved at him and he smirked, a bit nervous.

"Hey," Hermione said "Look, I'm really sorry for what happened yesterday. I was so nervous, and you know how I am when I'm nervous and-"

"It's okay Hermione," he said with a smirk "I'm not mad anymore."

"Seriously? Oh Merlin, I'm so relieved. I spent the whole game so nervous, oh and I'm sorry that you guys lost. Anyway, I was so nervous because I didn't know if you were going to forgive me or not, and then Lavender appeared and she started to make fun out of me, and I don't even know why-"

"Lavender?" Ron's face became green "What did she say?"

"Nothing important. Nothing important cames out of that mouth, you know." Hermione shrugged "Nevermind. I'm so happy you are here!"

She gave him a kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt his hand on her hips and she smiled.

"I'm happy too."

"Do you want to go walk tonight, by the lake?" she asked, obviously happy.

"Oh... Sorry, I can't. I'm... tired. So tired because of the game, maybe tomorrow?"

Hermione felt a little disappointed, but she understood. She nodded "Of course, tomorrow it is. Let's eat something so you can go rest a bit."

"Yes," Ron said with a smile in his face "Food! I'm starving!"

Soon as they finished eating, Ron went to his dorm to rest. Hermione felt a little bit sad, because she couldn't spend the night with him by the lake, talking, like she would like. She liked his company more than anything.

"Where's Ron?" Ginny asked, right beside Hermione.

"Oh, he went to his dorm so he could sleep a bit. He's tired."

"I see," Ginny chewed on her bottom lip and sighed. "Hum, what do you think about me sleeping in your dorm tonight?"

"Alright..." Hermione narrowed her eyes "But probably we are going to witness a very intense moment." Hermione laughed "The Slytherin's won, so that means that Malfoy has, mandatorily, to take a girl to his room."

They walked in direction to the tower, constantly talking about girly things. Hermione opened the door and looked inside "Well, the coast is clear" she said, entering the dorm and lighting the fireplace right away.

"I can handle Malfoy, you know" Ginny said, approaching the fireplace, rubbing her hands "He doesn't scare me"

"I already know Ginny, in matter of fact, you made it quit explicit when you said that he was hot," Hermione sat on the floor, with her back leaning agaisnt the in front of the fireplace.

"I'm dating Harry, Hermione!" she pretended to be shocked "but you're right. Malfoy is hot."

"I didn't say nothing. You were the one who said that, i'm just quoting..."

"Oh, yes, you are right, you are the only girl in this school who doesn't think Malfoy is hot." Ginny rolled her eyes "You still can say that Malfoy is hot-"

"Stop Ginny. Merlin, how in hell does our conversations always end up being about him?" Hermione sighed.

She stared at the fire, replaying her day in her head. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even see Ginny sitting by her side.

"Are you alright?" Ginny asked, placing her hand on Hermione's arm "I'm sorry if I upset you with all that Malfoy talking-"

"No, it's okay. I'm not really mad about it, actually. It doesn't bother me at all," she said, straightening her body, showing that she was quit bothered.

"What is it, then?"

"Oh... ah..." Hermione cleared her throat "It's nothing. Forget about it. I don't want to ruin his night,"

"It's okay Hermione, you can tell me everything," Ginny said immediately.

"I know, but I guess that I've already talked about Ron enough for a day." she laughed.

"Oh, my brother again, huh? Oh Hermione, what now?" Ginny rolled her eyes and Hermione felt a little bit intimidated. She talked about Ron all day, she hasn't gave Ginny a rest about that subject. But, at the same time, Hermione thought that she really couldn't tell everything at Ginny... or she would get tired.

"Nothing, forget it okay?" Hermione rose to her feet "Let's do something cool, alright? It's girls night, we have to do something."

"Maybe we can see what Malfoy has in his room..." Ginny said, rubbing her hands with excitement.

"Oh no... Malfoy again? Merlin Ginny, seriously, what do you see in that boy?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Hermione and Ginny gasped, looking over their shoulders. Malfoy was by the door, with a hand on the knob, with that stupid smirk on his lips "I can see what the Weaslette sees in me. Can't you, Granger?" he narrowed his eyes, closing the door.

Hermione swallowed tightly, feeling her heart beating faster and her chest starting to tighten. The room was completely in silence, you couldn't hear a single thing, only the firewood crackling.

"Why did you two shut up so fast?" Malfoy grinned "You were talking about me, now I am here. You can still talk, I know a lot of things about me. I can share,"

Hermione closed her eyes and sighed "There's nothing about you that we want to know, Malfoy, get over yourself."

"Are you sure? Your friend seems... quite interest about me," Malfoy grinned again, looking at Ginny that shook her head with a smirk on her lips "but I understand. You, Granger, are more interested in guys like the Weasel. Oh" he said, snapping his fingers "losers."

"Okay, now we are talking another language," Ginny raised her hand "Weren't we talking about you? Why are you talking about my brother now?"

"Malfoy talks about people that are better than him. And he self praises himself, trying to increase his ego," Hermione said, ignoring Malfoy's face.

Malfoy laughed "I thought that you knew some things about me, Granger, but now I can see that you really don't know nothing." he said, walking towards her slowly "When you start being into winners, you know where my room is." And suddenly Malfoy disappeared into his room.

Hermione didn't say a thing, because she knew that he would be hearing everything. So, she stood still, by the fireplace looking at her hands. A few minutes later, Malfoy leaves his room and look at them "I'm going to a party. I would invite, but it's for Slytherin's only." he hissed, and left the tower.

"I would like to go to that party..." Ginny sighed, letting herself fall on the couch.

"The nerve!" Hermione closed her hand into a fist.

"I'm sorry! But I'm used to going to a party after the game, because Gryffindor always win... Well, not always, as it seems."

"Not that," Hermione said "Him! He has some nerve! Ugh, how can his mother live knowing that he is her son?"

"Oi Hermione... you don't have to be so harsh. Just because his mean to us, doesn't mean he has to be mean with his parents," Ginny sat straight on the couch, staring at her best friend, with her eyebrows narrowed.

"Can you imagine Malfoy being nice with anyone? Because I can't. Not even with his mother I can't. And surely that I've done something bad in my past life for putting up with his temper in this one."

"Hermione, you have to calm down..." Ginny said, but she saw by the look on her bestfriend's eyes that she wasn't going to do it. Ginny entered the kitchen and appeared a few seconds later with a glass with water in her hand "Here, drink and try to calm down."

Hermione drank the water and went to sit on the couch. She sat there, with her chin propped upon her knee cap gazing at the fire "I honestly don't know how Malfoy makes me so mad," she said in a soft voice. Her voice was also so low that she thought that Ginny hadn't heard her.

"It's not your problem, honestly. It's him. He makes you mad because he was mean to you all this years, and you just hate him so much. It's normal," Ginny shrugged and sat beside Hermione "I don't feel that much angry because his appearance kind of makes me forget why I was mad," she laughed and made Hermione laugh "Now, let's have fun searching his room. Time to have some revenge,"

Hermione smirked and looked at her friend "I don't know Ginny, I think I'm not in the mood-"

"Oh come on! It will be fun and once you are inside his room, your mood will increase. I'm sure he hides something in there," Ginny raised from the couch and grabbed Hermione's hand "Let's go!"

Hermione laughed and got up, while Ginny pulled her to the room. They opened the door and they gasped "Damn his perfume smells good," Ginny whispered.

"You don't have to whisper Ginny, he's not here," Hermione said, entering the room. They looked to every corner of that room, trying to figure out where to begin the search.

"You look in the closet, I will look in his bathroom," when Hermione turned around, Ginny wasn't there anymore. 'Ugh, I guess I need to touch his filthy clothes...' she thought for herself, opening the huge closet. There was nothing in there, just clothes. Hermione let out a long breath, closing her eyes and rubbing them with her hands. She doesn't even knows what she is supposed to look for.

"Oh my!" she heard Ginny giggling on the bathroom.

"What is it?" Hermione asked, closing the closet carefully. She took a few steps closer to the bathroom, but Ginny appeared on the door with piles of colored fabric in her arms. Hermione narrowed her eyes, trying to understand what is was.

"Oh Merlin, Ginny..." Hermione covered her mouth with one hand, completely shocked. If it was what Hermione was thinking...

"Well, or Malfoy is a girl or this is-"

"Lingerie of the girls he sleeps with," Hermione was shocked "He's such a pig..." she whispered.

"Well, at least we found his dirty little secret... You can use it against him," Ginny shrugged, letting pile fall on the floor and she started to look at which peace of lingerie.

"I don't really know how..." Hermione started thinking on a way of making Malfoy pay for everything he has done to her "Oh my... I already know what I'm going to do," Hermione said and Ginny raised her head, only to see a smile on her bestfriend's face that she never saw.

A/N: I'm sorry if the story is a bit... boring. But I promise that in the next chapter, the real fun begins. Don't forget to review! The more reviews I get, faster I update! :)