The Thought Of It All

'Hey Harry, hey Ginny,' Hermione called out, ignoring Ronald who was still trailing behind her like a lost puppy. A healed lost puppy, the nerve of the little git. It's been a week since she saw him with Lavender, and though he said he loved her, he still had not dumped Lavender.

Does that make sense? But when did it ever?

Lavender was still all over Ronald, and that was okay with Hermione, because nothing was going to happen between her and him. Nothing.

'Hey, 'Mione. How is everything?' Harry asked, casting a glance at Ronald who was stuffing his face in.

'Everything is good,' she remarked.

Ronald looked up and smiled at her, but she just glared back which made his eyes drop back to his plate. Nothing she had said or done had gotten Ronald to get off her back. He followed her everywhere, and it was literally pissing her off.

Hermione sat down beside Harry and made herself a plate of bacon and eggs with some pumpkin juice. She looked up from her food and saw Ginny glaring at the entrance, and turned. There was Lavender making her way towards them, of course her eyes were only on Ronald, who had NO IDEA that she was even there. Too busy staring at Hermione, to realize that his own bloody girlfriend entered the room.

Blimey, she was sick and tired of this. She got to her feet and grabbed Ronald's ear, and held onto Lavender's wrist and trudged out of the Great Hall.

'Okay, I'm tired of this. Ronald, I don't like you, I never liked you. Lavender your boyfriend kissed me twice, I wanted you to know that I didn't stop him but it won't ever happen again because I don't like him,' she stated clearly, glancing at both of them.

Lavender had tears in her eyes, and Ronald looked heart-broken, but that was okay, because it was over. Hermione looked down and tried to remember that this was for the best, even though all she wanted to do was launch herself at Ron and never let go. But... this was for the best.

Just the thought of Ronald with another girl that wasn't her made her tummy clench and her mouth dry. It was supposed to be her, not Lavender. Her! Oh.. here come the tears.

She hastily turned and ran somewhere, she didn't know where. Finding herself near the lake she slumped down and let all the tears go. Oh, Ronald...she wished, wished that they could have been....together. Why couldn't they be together?

Why?

Hearing someone behind her, she quickly wiped her face of any evidence of her heartbreak. But that was easier said then done.

'Hey Hermione, are you okay?' an unfamiliar voice called. Turning, she saw Cormac Mclaggen settling down beside her.

'Yeah, just fine,' she muttered.

'Tell me what's wrong,' he said with a concerned tone. Although Cormac was in Gryffindor, Hermione had hardly spent time with him, other then a few projects and assignments over the years. She found him too arrogant and childish.

But then she looked at him and noted that he did in fact look cornered. 'A boy, that's all. Just a stupid boy.'

Cormac smiled and it did something to soften his smug face. He was attractive, with dirty blond hair and brown eyes. 'Sometimes boys can be very stupid, do I know this boy by any chance?'

'Ronald,' she whispered and saw his eyes darkened. Why? She had no idea. Maybe he didn't like Ronald, but who would? That stupid insufferable prat.

'The Weasel,' he growled, and she smiled. Because he was, he was a little Weasel, just like Malfoy always said.

'I'm sorry that Weasel is being stupid. But would you want to go to Hogsmeade this weekend?' he asked with a smirk. Ugh that smirk looked just like Malfoy's. Malfoy. She couldn't help scowling, the inbred bastard almost killed Ronald.

They are all stupid, every boy. Then she turned to Cormac and murmured a 'Yes.'

~

At 10 O'clock that night, she started for the trophy room, to await Ronald, whom she assumed was off snogging Lavender or another. No one knew with Ronald. A shadow silently passed the entrance but she saw it all the same. Following, she was led down another corridor and of course she called to stop and go to his/her dormitory at once. But she was completely ignored.

'Who ever this person is, they are going to pay,' she gritted out, beyond annoyed.

Another corridor, and then the shadowed figure stopped in the middle of the hallway, and she halted as well. Suddenly cautious as to why this person wasn't listening and why she was stupid enough to follow.

'Well, Granger. Ready to play a game?' the person drawled from under the hood.

'Malfoy?' she whispered. All of a sudden she found herself slammed against a wall. Her breath knocked right out of her, her eyes closed from the pain of her head being knocked on the stone wall.

'I'll hurt you more, if you don't follow my instructions,' his slimy hands slid inside her robe, dragging slowly from her neck, to her breasts, then to her tummy where he plucked out her wand in cased in her robe.

'Pervert!' she snapped when he set her free. He just smirked and put her wand into his robe. 'Get inside.' he was pointing at a door that was ajar.

He just chuckled when she obeyed. Hermione thought this would be the worst night of her life.

A/N: I was having a major writer's block, it was depressing really, haven't updated for a week or so. But I am back. And updating. Heck Yeah!!!!!


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