"He's just so..." she scrunched up her hands and let what could best be described as a small, disgruntled growl.

"Well... maybe if you told Ron how you feel then maybe..."

"No!" She very abruptly interrupted.

"I mean... what do you mean how I feel?" Her oak eyes darted back and forth, she never was any good at keeping secrets.

"Come on Hermione." You nudged her side gently with your elbow and she rubbed tears from her cheeks which she had tried her best to conceal. "We all know that you like him." She seemed very offended.

"What! Me? Like that..." she struggled to come up with words. "That buffoon? That idiot? That..." More tears welled in the corners of her eyes.

"Yes Hermione, even if since he has been with Lavender he has become a of a knob."

"You can say that again... he has completely and utterly changed just because he's got a new girlfriend. I want the Ron back that I know and..." She stopped herself from continuing.

"Know and what Hermione?"

"Nothing!" She spoke fast and with purpose.

"Come on... what were you going to say? It's only us, come on, I won't tell anybody, I promise!" She worked very hard at avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"Nothing Y/N... I was not going to say anything. Now if you could just drop the subject I would be greatly appreciative." Aggravated, she crossed her legs and arms and faced away from you, leaving only her bushy hair in sight.

"Hermione Jean Granger, I will not drop this because I do not want my best friend being pushed around by Lavender bloody Brown and of all people Ron Weasley. We both know that this is not him."

"I know... he is normally so sweet and kind and caring and just... Ron."

"Which is why you need to tell him as soon as you can."

"I can't Y/N... he is with Lavender and he is happy now." Downtrodden, she stared down at the floor and curled her already curly hair around her index finger, and with her other hand held her chin.

"You know that they won't last long, Lavender goes through boyfriends like Dumbledore goes through things that Gryffindor gets house points for at the end of the year." The both of you shared a giggle. "Now come on, wipe those tears away and let's go and grab a butterbeer or something." 

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